Notes on Writing Fanfic

Get rid of nine out of ten of your adverbs. Most of them are unnecessary, and the rest can be substituted by a more specific verb or adjective. I like to use ctrl+f for “ly.”

It’s normal to use contractions in fiction, especially in dialog. A story that uses no contractions at all reads like a term paper written by a college freshman.

In 95% of all situations, you want your dialog tags to be unnoticed by the reader. Simple words like “said” and “asked” are your friends. Most of the time, however, you don’t need a dialog tag at all, as it will already be clear who is saying what.

Use the names of your characters! The rule of thumb in English is to avoid repetition, but the names of people are an exception. This is especially relevant in situations when pronouns can become a problem. For example, instead of “the blond kissed the dark-tressed man,” just say “Steve kissed Bucky.”

If you’re using a particularly flashy word, take care to only use it once. If someone’s eyes are described as “crystalline” once, it’s striking. If someone’s eyes are described as “crystalline” more than once, it’s silly.

It’s not the nineteenth century anymore, and page-long paragraphs have fallen out of fashion. When in doubt, start a new paragraph.

Forget what you learned about structure and formatting in high school. Look at professionally published online writing and take note of how it handles things like indentations and spacing. Fanfic is a reader’s market, and you’re going to lose a lot of potential readers if people click on your story and are confronted with a strange and confusing layout.

Do your research on specialist terms and modes of address, especially if you’re writing historical fiction or historical fantasy. Be especially careful when writing about a culture you’re not already familiar with, and try to consult more than just one or two sources.

On that note, do you really need to wax poetic about the color of someone’s skin. Do you. Really.

Don’t be afraid of being “formulaic,” but don’t feel as if you need to follow a given formula laid out in a writer’s guide, especially if it’s a screenwriter’s guide with a male author. You’re always going to be balancing tradition and originality, as well as the expectations of a potential reader with your own self-indulgence. You have to find a balance that works for you, and it’s going to be different in every story you write.

Sex sells. Include a highly specific kink or set of kinks in your story and tag it appropriately, and you will find readers on AO3, I promise.

If you’re obsessed with a rare pairing, scrub off the serial numbers and replace the names so that you’re writing about a popular pairing. Your readers aren’t stupid, but people love what they love, and you might be surprised by how accepting people are of your new and fresh take on an established pairing.

Write that Hogwarts AU. Write that mermaid AU. Write that “the dark brooding hero/ine is actually a shapeshifting dragon” AU. Fanfic is not and will never be a judgment-free zone, but it’s been my experience that even the most niche AU stories can find an audience. Treat yo self!

Try to finish things. If you’ve only written bits and pieces of your dream novel, post them as their own separate short stories. If you write three chapters of a fic you planned to be thirty chapters long but then get stuck, figure out a way to wrap up the story in just one or two more chapters. It’s always good to end on an emotional climax, like “and then their eyes met” or “and then they left on their journey.”

Leave kudos on other people’s stories, and leave comments if you can. Even a short comment, like “I love this,” will be appreciated. No writer writes alone, and this is a great way to make friends through your writing.

#MeToo Four Months Later

I’m currently reading a book called All These Wonders, which is a collection of transcripts from The Moth podcast. The idea behind The Moth, which began as a sort of curated open mic event, is that people with interesting stories to tell stand up in front of a live audience and speak for about fifteen to twenty minutes.

Louis C.K. has a piece in the collection in which he talks about taking a break from television writing to visit Russia in 1994. At the beginning of the story, he says that, he used to love reading Russian literature when he was a kid, and that he would open the window while he read so that he could feel cold like the characters did. This is such a lovely idea that I almost forgot what a piece of human garbage Louis C.K. is.

I was never a big fan of Louis C.K., but I was casually invested enough in his career to go see one of his live shows, which I think displays a certain level of commitment – especially from someone like me who would rather play video games than leave the house for any reason. I never thought his signature jokes about masturbation were funny, but I always figured that, you know, he’s a male stand-up comedian, and at least he wasn’t making jokes about rape.

When the #MeToo movement gave several women the immense courage it must have taken to come forward and say that he did what he did, though, I wasn’t surprised. With a lot of the men who got called out in the conversations surrounding the #MeToo hashtag on Twitter, I think we all always sort of knew that there was something weird going on.

I say this not only about public figures who got called out but also people in my own life. I was included in a number of Facebook group conversations that were started for women (and a few men and nonbinary people) to share their bad experiences with mutual male acquaintances; and, while I was extremely upset to hear about what my friends had had to suffer through, nothing I learned came as a surprise. We all knew that these men were rude and condescending and a bit creepy, but we had never had anything to point to and say, “This is why I can no longer tolerate your behavior.”

My circle of connections has never been that wide, but I still ended up cutting all ties with about a dozen men, and I regret nothing. There has been so much less noise in my life since then, and I’m much happier.

What does hurt me is cutting ties with the women who stood up to defend these men. If I’m being honest, though, I always knew that there was something a bit off about these women as well, but again, I never had something concrete that I could point to and say “this is why we can’t be friends.” It’s one thing, for example, if a female colleague has been consistently rude and condescending to me. It’s another thing entirely if she’s presented with a wall of undergraduate comments on the website Rate My Professors that all say that a male professor sexually harasses his female students, and she responds by saying, “Kids just use that website to say mean things about instructors they don’t like, and all of those girls are lying.”

Or rather, I say these two attitudes are two separate things, but are they really? After all, you don’t need to have a penis to be affected by our culture’s insistence that women are less worthy of empathy and respect than men.

In any case, my life looks radically different now than it did last October, and four months later I’m still trying to process what happened and how I personally can continue moving forward.

To return to the Louis C.K. story, his punchline is that, no matter how bad his life in New York seemed, at least he didn’t live in Moscow. Because Russia sucks, I guess? What an asshole. In retrospect, maybe it’s better that there’s now less of his bullshit in the world.

( Header image by Melanie Westfall )

The Shape of Water

I expected to like The Shape of Water for different reasons than I did.

The central love story between a human woman and an amphibious man came off as more than a little creepy to me, and not because of why you might think it would.

Thankfully, the movie contains two other stories of border crossing that I found far more emotionally satisfying. One of these stories is about a Russian immigrant who came to America seeking intellectual freedom, and the other is about a black woman carving out a space for herself in the white-dominated society of the 1960s.

If you’re wondering why The Shape of Water hasn’t been given a wide theater release and has been playing in mostly arthouse cinemas, I’d have to say that it’s probably because of the opening ten minutes, in which the lead actress, Sally Hawkins, is shown disrobing and masturbating while naked in the bathtub. Just in case the first depiction of masturbation was too subtle for the audience to catch, the director helpfully provides a second masturbation scene accompanied by a sexy moan. I think the point of this is to establish that Hawkins’s character, a mute janitor named Elisa, is an adult woman with sexual needs, but it still felt unnecessary to me, especially since Elisa is so innocent as to be almost childish.

When it comes to interspecies romance, I am all for it as long as both parties are consenting adults. The problem with the romance between Elisa and her fish boyfriend is that I’m not sure that it can necessarily be called consensual. I’m also not entirely certain that the fishboy is an adult. The ways in which he’s visually characterized, with huge eyes and a lanky body, make him seem more like a teenage member of a boy band than an adult male of his species, and his narrative characterization of wide-eyed wonder and almost complete passivity makes him seem more like a child. Moreover, he is either a prisoner at the scientific laboratory or a prisoner in Elisa’s apartment, and he depends on Elisa’s goodwill not just for food and shelter but also, essentially, for the ability to continue breathing. Although she does not take advantage of him physically, and though he could easily kill her if he wished, the power imbalance (and strongly implied age imbalance) in their relationship is too pronounced for me to feel comfortable about his ability to give consent.

Moreover, Elisa makes very little attempt to communicate with him. He seems to be able to understand the basic sign language that she’s shared with him, but she does not teach him enough to have an actual conversation. According to what the viewer sees, she knows nothing about him, including his name. She never attempts to tell him about what has happened to him or where he is or what she intends to do, and she also never tries to ask him what he wants.

There’s a scene about halfway through the film in which the villain, a military officer charged with overseeing the lab’s security, sexually harasses Elisa in his office, physically intimidating her while invading her space and telling her that he finds her inability to use her voice erotic. The viewer is supposed to understand that his attraction to her difference is nothing more than a fetish that transforms her into an object that serves his pleasure while denying her subjectivity. In the same way, however, Elisa’s attraction to the fishboy is also fetishistic. She is drawn to him because… He resembles a healthy and attractive adolescent human male? Because she masturbates in the bathtub and associates water with physical pleasure? Because she’s just lonely and needs to see what she considers to be her own pathological difference reflected in a romantic partner in order to feel secure? To me, a woman who is old enough to worry about the creases in the skin of her neck when she looks in the mirror is old enough to at least try to talk to her partner, or at the very least ask him what his name is. Elisa is not a stupid lovestruck teenager, and it’s borderline offensive that she acts as though she’s only about as emotionally mature as one.

I found much more emotional resonance with the lead scientist of the team investigating the fishboy, who is a Russian named Dmitri posing as an American named Bob. Although this man is acting as a spy, it’s clear that he considers himself to be first and foremost a scientist. It’s unclear how much of his backstory is fabricated, but he seems to have held a tenure-track research position at an American university, which means that he would have gotten a PhD at an American institution as well. If this is the case, it’s likely that he trained at a Russian university and then, after realizing the severe educational limitations enforced according to Soviet ideology, he came to America like many other Russian scientists and intellectuals of his generation.

Due to Cold War politics, Dmitri has been forced to report to Soviet operatives, which he does unwillingly and in full knowledge of the precarity of his position. This reads like a dramatization of the way that many immigrants and refugees coming to America during the latter half of the twentieth century were torn between cultures and languages and identities. Also, because of his cultural liminality, Dmitri is forced to insist repeatedly and to multiple parties that he is a scientist, and that his knowledge and qualifications need to be taken seriously. When push comes to shove, however, Dmitri is neither Russian nor American but rather a human who not only sees the fishboy as a fellow sentient creature but is also able to perceive and unconditionally trust the intelligence and competence of the two female janitors whom he observes making plans to rescue his charge.

The woman who helps Elisa break her fish boyfriend out of the lab is Zelda, who’s played by literal goddess Octavia Spencer. Despite being set in Baltimore, a city with an African American majority population, The Shape of Water is very much a movie about white people, and it’s somewhat aggravating that Spencer was cast in the role of the sassy black friend. Still, the film does not shy away from how her character navigates the space of the research lab, which is filled with white people. As a black woman, she is more or less invisible, a status that’s emphasized by the way that she and the other black workers have figured out how to take advantage of the blind spots in the lab’s system of security cameras. Because the white scientists and military officials have been socialized to ignore “the help,” Zelda is able to see and hear everything and go anywhere without attracting attention, and ability she is able to use wisely at her discretion.

There’s a scene late in the film when the white military officer hunting the fishboy storms into Zelda’s apartment and attempts to intimidate her. In the process, he performs an act of terrible violence, but she stands up to him like an absolute boss and then immediately runs to the phone to warn Elisa without even bothering to check if the man who just threatened to kill her has left. She then calls the police, which I find extremely interesting. Like the city itself, the police force of Baltimore is comprised of a black majority, and the way that a black woman was able to call on the black local police to resist the white federal government reflects the history of the city as a major site of resistance against white supremacy during the Civil Rights Movement. For a movie that could very easily have taken the Stranger Things route to a comfortable and uncontroversial type of cultural nostalgia, this is subtle but sharp reflection of what was actually going on in the United States during the 1960s.

Ultimately, the love story between the human woman and her amphibious boyfriend feels like a fairy tale version of the various cultural changes and border crossings that are represented elsewhere in the film. The fairy tale version of this story has a relatively happy ending, but the reality of the people who have to remain above water in the real world is far more bitter than sweet. This is why, when I watched The Shape of Water, I found myself sympathizing far more with the supporting characters. Still, the movie is just as weird and gorgeous as you’d expect, and let’s be real… that fishboy is kind of cute.

( Header image from the film review on Collider )

2018 Resolutions

Then Flourish

– I want my book manuscript to be submitted to my editor by the beginning of May.

– I’m going to finish a novel I’ve been working on since 2016 called The Legend of the Princess. I’m going to put it on hold until I finish my book manuscript, but then I’m going to start writing it again in May.

– This summer I want to draw a short autobio comic centered around Link’s Awakening. I’ve already written the script and sketched the thumbnails, as well as created a cartoon version of myself, and I’m looking forward to sitting down and getting to work. I just need to finish my book manuscript first!

– I also want to write a love story called “The Moon Over Innsmouth,” a sequel to H.P. Lovecraft’s “The Shadow Over Innsmouth” in which the narrator drops out of college, embraces his biracial identity, and learns to celebrate the joy of Polynesian religious traditions as he develops strong romantic feelings for a handsome young fishman.

– I can’t believe I’m actually typing this sentence with my own hands, but I want to make a firm resolution to PLAY MORE VIDEO GAMES this year. For the past two years I’ve been feeling like I’m busy and tired all the time, so I need to carve out a chunk of time every single day when I don’t do anything meaningful, productive, or related to work in any way.

( Header image from Gaviary on Tumblr )