The Smurfette Syndrome

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I took a Women’s Studies class in college, in part because it fulfilled a credit requirement, but I quickly learned it was one of the best classes I would ever take.  It really opened my eyes, and it was then that I slowly began to look at the world differently.  I would also learn that I am a bit of a feminist, but don’t let that sway you. 🙂

I don’t think I made a conscious effort to alter my writing, but the types of stories I wanted to tell were definitely intended more for women.  The majority of my scripts have predominately female casts.  Those were a conscious decision.  The funny thing is, this started long before I learned that there was a growing problem in Hollywood, the place I want to be a part of, in the continuation of a lack of a female presence, both in front and behind the camera.

The Smurfette Syndrome aka “the token” girl has continued its prevalence according to the numbers this summer at the movies.  I saw this article about the trend and felt it deserved a share.  There was also this article from a little while ago from the NY Film Academy.  I can’t remember if I shared it before, but it also discusses the inequality in the numbers.

So what’s my point?  Be sure to include the other half of the population in your storytelling, and not in just some token capacity.  Create an opportunity to balance out the scales.  Since many novels are now the basis for films, it would be wonderful to see a surge to encourage a change.  I’m not saying that you have to change all your characters from male to female, but be aware of stereotypes, and don’t perpetuate the trend.  Think of the younger generation.  How they need more role models in their literature and entertainment.  I mean seriously, no solo Wonder Women movie yet?  The fact that Disney is not planning on releasing any further Princess Leia merchandise?  Maybe the lower numbers at the box office is the start of this awareness.

I guess the phrase “change starts at home” might be some of the most useful advice to encourage diversity.

Write well, my friends!

From Far Away It’s Okay, But Up Close It’s A Big Ol’ Mess

Write&LiveI was a little absent this week.  I had a bit going on, had let some things slide then had to play catch up, and now it’s Friday.  I have a few things to share, so I’m going to lump them in this post, and then post this week’s Writing Prompt separately.  Yep, I’m behind…

I had fallen into a little bit of a rut the past couple of weeks, and on Sunday, despite protests from my sister, took her to Downtown Disney for a little getaway.  Disneyland is our happy place, and since we got our little pups (2 years ago now), we haven’t had an opportunity to go because they have little bladders and can’t be left for too long.  That’s going to change.  I realized walking amidst the throng of people how much I missed it, even if we were only Disneyland adjacent.  Lego had put up a couple of new displays that made me squeal like the girl I am.IMG_1124  *Excuse the lighting, my iPhone camera sucks in the dark.  But yes, that is Maleficent the dragon fighting Prince Philip.  There was also Beauty and the Beast.  Again, insert squeal.

And I also got to see Lady Gaga this week, so there’s that. 🙂

So here are the things I’d like to share:

1. Bang2Write is offering free downloads.  Although primarily for screenwriters, there are a couple of downloads that would prove useful to all writers.

2. There was this funny post about “You know you’re a writer when…” #17, #22, and #29 all made me laugh aloud.

3. I came across this interesting article regarding Writer’s Block from Chuck Wendig.

I have more, but I’ll leave them for another day. 😉  And yes, that is a Clueless reference in the title.  I felt that the jumble that is this post was deserving of such.

Happy Friday!  Have a wonderful weekend!

Article: Why Creative People Make No Sense

InsideMyHeadEvery time I come across an article that may be of use to us all, I save it to my computer and mark it with an asterisk so I can find it later.  The other day I decided to take stock of that list, which I then broke down into other lists according to subject matter, some of which require more reading, deleted a bunch that seemed fairly useless after a second go around, and came up with an immediate share list of 15 articles.

Here’s one of them, entitled Why Creative People Make No Sense.  I’ve saved this for some time, actually forgot about it until the other day, then remembered why I saved it in the first place.  It’s a great article, and may settle arguments you’ve had with yourself.  We are definitely a breed unto ourselves.  We are full of contradictions and those who are not creative will never understand what it’s like to be us.  In a way, that’s a reassuring thought.  It also unites those of us that are alike.

I was talking to this person the other day who really has no creative outlet.  They only read non-fiction, usually relevant to their field, they rarely watch tv or films, let alone anything with any sort of “fantastical” or escapist facet, and they have no other source of interest like art or even music.  I find this one of the most perplexing people I’ve ever encountered, because what do you do?  What joy is there in your life?  I may be struggling at times, but I have passion for my work, hobbies and interests, and a desire to enjoy what the creative world has to offer, in addition to my love of history, travel, and all my other little fancies.  I just see this person as incomplete, living a half life.  And this made me even more thankful for my creative tendencies.

So embrace your creative side.  Revel in your weirdness.  Love the things that make you unique.

Best wishes, my friends!

Writing Prompt #34

I still plan on writing something from last week’s prompt, but I’ve been having way too much fun writing my fanfic.  Initially, I thought it might be a waste of time, but it is so freeing to write something so different from my screenplays, so yep, there’s lots more to come…

I find this image so intriguing.  Maybe you do too?  I look forward to seeing your creations this week!

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Happy Writing!

 

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #6

UnderTheGreatTreeI am pleased to share with you this week’s submission from redgypsophila of Adventures in Writing, who accepted last week’s writing prompt challenge, and wrote another inventive piece entitled Jill and the Beanstalk.  Please give it a read and offer her your support.  Again, thank you for sharing your creations!

As for me, I went back to my writer’s group last night – I had taken a small hiatus, and because my computer is on the brink of death, I struggled to write anything.  It’s old.  Really old.  And it strains itself to open each app, sometimes failing.  That little color wheel just spins and spins.  When I realized it wouldn’t be able to open my email and give me access to the newer version of my script, I settled on writing more Dragon Age fan fiction.  From all my time gaming, you’d think I would be better about hitting that little save button, but no…my computer shut down on me mid-type, and I felt those first tinges of fear, that I had lost everything I had just written, about 500 words.

I quickly jotted down, by hand, what I could remember while I prayed to the gods of technology to restore my computer and my words.  It took a good 15 mins. for it to turn back on, its poor little motor wheezing the entire time, but success!  Document restored!  I quickly used the camera on my phone and took a screenshot in case it shut down again.  My writing group friends laughed and mocked my outdated tech, but desperate times and all that.

I haven’t had a chance to really go back over what I wrote, but I’d like to post it anyway.  Once I do a little rewriting, I’ll post it under the Excerpts section.  I hope you enjoy!

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I called out to my companions as they drew nearer to the creature to not strike at it.  Although it had commanded the spiders and every other facet of this environment, I had the innate understanding that it was only protecting its home.  There was no reason to strike it down, if anything, it may be helpful to our cause.

I couldn’t tell if the being was a man or woman from this vantage, only that it had sacrificed itself at some point to become the creature of flesh and forest before me.  Once the spiders were vanquished and we had the opportunity to regroup, I moved closer to the being to get a better look, despite the protests of my friends.  Although it seethed with anger and vibrated with powerful energy, I was compelled to try to speak to it, something about the idea of it having once been a mage.

Along our journey, Alistair had created a holster for my staff.  It was a leather strap that I could easily wear across one shoulder so that when I was not using magic, I could be free of the added burden of carrying my weapon.  I tucked my staff into its new place upon my back, and gingerly pushed Alistair’s pleading hands aside.  I looked into his eyes, his concern for me so visible, that I had to bite back the smile that threatened to break free.

“It will be all right, “ I reassured him resting one hand upon his unshaven cheek.  I probably shouldn’t have done that.  The heated moment elevated, now fueled further with a desire neither of us was prepared for.  We gazed into one another’s eyes for a moment as we both wrestled with our newfound feelings.  An interrupting cough from Sten was all that was needed to break the spell.  With a heavy, submissive groan, Alistair finally acquiesced and stepped aside.  My fingers twitched at the loss of contact.

I took my first few pensive steps with my hands before me in a conciliatory gesture, all the while my companions still at the ready.  Both Leliana and Morrigan voiced a final word of caution, to which I nodded silently.  As I drew closer, I was able to make out that the being had in fact been a woman at one time.  The body was thin and lithe, with soft curves at the hips and breasts; the remnants of which lay hidden beneath the vines that meandered upwards.  The face was shielded in a mask of mud and flora, but what remained visible were radiant blue eyes, a long, thin nose, and full lips.  Beneath it all, there was still a lovely woman.

I called out softly, in a reassuring tone, that we were not there to harm her.  We had happened upon this cave and we were not there to destroy it, her, or her companions.  I saw as she worked every word over in her mind in an effort to understand something long forgotten.  Her tension alleviated with every word.  I stopped a few feet short, not wanting to scare her away, or scare her into greater action.  She was powerful, and I wasn’t certain I would be able to resist a direct assault.  Her eyes were full of emotion; confusion, fear, and relief.  She reached a hand out to me.  I heard my friends’ voices of dissent.

To be continued….

Have a wonderful week everyone!  And look for the new writing prompt tomorrow! 🙂

My Favorite New Thing

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I have quickly come to a discovery…I love fanfic!  Layman’s terms – stories inspired by fictional characters and worlds.  If you’ve been following my progress at my own attempt at a Dragon Age inspired story, which I have much grander ideas for now, you’ll understand that this was always the next logical progression, but I didn’t know it.  How did I not know this?!  Thanks to The Collective, I have been put on the path of my newest obsession…as if my Dragon Age one could use any more fuel.

Archive of Our Own is a website dedicated to fan fiction.  The site currently represents nearly 16,000 fandoms with almost 1.2 million works.  There is literally something for everyone.  I was initially turned onto the site via a Captain America story, but after perusing the list of other fandoms, I’m in trouble.  Forewarning – read the tags!  Some stories include sexual content, violence, and other adult themes, so some stories are not for the faint of heart.  The Captain America story was unlike anything I had ever read, and I blushed, often.  Still am.

Besides Dragon Age, which I am so excited about, I found a mashup of Alias, Captain America, and SHIELD.  The author has only written a few chapters, but the idea for this particular story was so intriguing…I can’t wait to read what else she has in store for these characters.  And I’m just getting started.  So if you’re looking for something to feed the flames of your own obsession, your current shipping (interest in the ongoing development of romance in a work of fiction) fascination, or what-have-you in the regards to the fictional world, this might be the place for you too.

Happy Reading!

 

Writing To Your Strengths

SmilingEmoticonComedy is hard, or so it’s been said.  When I let a fellow writer read my first script, Fate(s), one of his notes was I should make it funnier.  It’s not a rom-com I countered, but he thought it would work well with more humor.  That gave me reason to pause.

I don’t think I’m a funny person.  I know I have a dry sense of humor.  I know I laugh sometimes at some subtle nuance that no one else notices, example, the remake of Fright Night (written by Marti Noxon who worked on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, so I was preconditioned to already enjoy it); a half full theater and my sister and I were the only ones laughing at these little off-handed remarks or random things.  That surprised me.  I like to laugh, I like people who can make me laugh, but I don’t really know how to write that.  I haven’t given it a real effort, in part, because the stories I tell don’t naturally lend themselves to comedy.  There can be elements of humor, but to make it even on a romantic comedy level is beyond me, let alone a full blown comedy.

*Side note, my sister and I are many years apart, and although I’m the big sister, she has taught me a few things too.  She enjoys things that are a little on the darker side, and showed me that a film like American Psycho is actually funny.  Yes, it’s dark and twisted, but if you watch it more than once, you’ll see the comedy.  I think exposing ourselves to a variety of genres and different styles can only add to our knowledge banks as writers.

This lead me to a couple of thoughts.  One, I appreciate the people who can write comedy and make me laugh even more.  Two, as a writer, if you find yourself lacking in an area, what are you to do?

Let’s start with #1 – a few random examples of what I would consider funny.

Archer – an animated show about a spy agency created by Adam Reed.  From the very first moment I was hooked.  The show is wonderfully written with distinct characters, and it looks good.  There are two particular techniques I appreciate; they often use the last line of dialogue of one character to lead into dialogue of another character in another scene.  Where one leads off, another begins.  I can’t imagine how difficult that must be to write like that.  The other technique is that the writers established a fully developed world and characters with backstory from the first scene. *Available on Netflix

Little Britain – a sketch comedy show created by Matt Lucas and David Walliams.  This is a little bit on the niche side.  If you don’t watch British comedy in general, then you may not find this as funny as I do.  Also, as it is a sketch comedy, not all sketches are of equal measure, but because it’s British, they can get away with some sight gags that literally made me burst out with laughter and some language and themes that our prudish little country (the States) would only allow on premium cable channels.  The show was popular enough to garner a US spinoff, which unfortunately is not available on Netflix, but *most of the original series is.

The Lego Movie – no description should be necessary as this was a big mainstream hit, with a sequel greenlit a few weeks of its opening.  Besides being adorable, I mean c’mon, it’s Lego, it was humorous, good natured, and clever, and you didn’t have to play with Lego* as a kid to enjoy it.  I laughed nearly the entire time, I left feeling good, and with most films nowadays, how often does that happen?  Maybe in part because it’s animated, it allows for visuals that would otherwise be difficult to capture.  Again, it’s those little nuances that I enjoy.

If you review the list, the first thing you might realize is that they are all different variations of comedy, and secondly, that they all have multiple writers; tv shows have writers’ rooms, full length features tend to get rewritten by numerous other people beyond the original writer.  The Lego Movie has six writer credits, four for story and two for screenplay.  So maybe comedy works best in teams?

So that brings me around to topic #2, what to do if you’re deficient in an area.  As writers, screenwriters in particular, we are told to write in a genre and to build a portfolio in an effort to distinguish ourselves.  I think one of the first things to do is write to our strengths.  When we first start writing, we try a few different avenues until we find what works for us.  This doesn’t mean that we can’t grow and change.  I currently write reality based fantasies with romance,  but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to write something else in the future.  What it does mean is that I may have to find outside help.

Let’s say I want to write a comedy, by some stretch of the imagination.  I would definitely need to find a partner.  I would probably need to take some sort of comedy class, do some stand up (I cringe at the thought), and go into heavy research mode.  I would have to teach myself, and learn from others, but this doesn’t ensure I could write something funny.  I think some things are innate.  Comedy being one of those things.  This made me pause again.

I’m not sure if not having a specific writing trait should be considered a deficiency or a shortcoming.  There are genres for a reason.  I like to read and watch a variety of genres, but as of right now I like to write in one in particular.  Does that mean if someone thinks I should write with more humor that I listen to that advice?  I think we should write to our strengths.  I think we should write with passion.  That is what will translate.

What are your thoughts?

*Evidently, even though it sounds wrong, the plural of Lego is Lego.

Writing Prompt #33

I decided on a little fantasy for today.  From what I’ve been reading lately, I’m sure we could all use a little escape.  I had a random idea when I saw this image, although it does look a little like Jack and the Beanstalk, so I will accept the challenge.  Who’s with me?

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Happy Writing!

Writing Prompt Challenge Accepted #5

Again, no submissions this week, which I was a little disappointed about.  C’mon friends, join me in a little free for all writing.  I decided to do a few more, six actually, of those flash fiction pieces I’ve been enjoying so much.  No forethought.  No real editing.  Under 200 words each.  I wrote these last night…goodness, can you tell I was in a certain mood?  *Cringes.  I would like to expand upon a few them now though.  I hope you enjoy anyway.

The Dark Queen

DarkQueenThe Dark Queen looked out upon her subjects and felt nothing.  She had lost everything that had ever mattered to her, and she now ruled with an empty heart.  Tragedy had not diminished her beauty, and she felt this might be taken as a slight, so she pulled her hair back, dressed in dark clothing, and removed all traces of adornment, except for her crown.  She was, after all, the queen.  The herald called her subjects to attention, and she came forward, somber, as she had done everyday for the past year.  She was at a loss of how to proceed.  What could she do to move forward, beyond the pain of loss?

Lovers on the Stairs

Lovers Meet on the Castle StairsEach time they met endangered them further, and yet neither could stay away.  The secret tunnel system within the castle allowed them glimpses of moments, but it would never be enough.  Each encounter lasted longer and longer until it was unbearable to part.  If only they were free to choose their own destiny.  If only Fate were that kind.  He was being sent abroad.  War was at hand.  They met for what they believed to be the last time and he held her close.  Her emotions were on the brink of shattering her, and she clung to the wall for support.  How ever would she bear it?

Remnants

ExploringI’d been traveling what was left of the upper world so long; I knew it like the back of my hand.  The dark days were all any of my people knew, except for the elders, who spoke of a different time, the time of the light.  It was a time when the buildings had reached for the heavens, as had we.  Now it was covered in ash, torn down, brick by brick.  What remained were the ghosts of the past.  What now inhabited those remains were unlike anything anyone had ever seen, except for me, and the few members of my team.  Each time we surfaced we risked not only exposure, but also discovery.  There was life here; tiny green tentacles of life making their presence known.  There were stories of such things, but it was best to keep it to ourselves, at least for the time being, because the rest of the upper world held no place for us.  Maybe it was as the elders said, our time had passed.

Getaway

View-IndonesiaThe view from the window gave the impression of peace and solitude, but in fact, it had become the view of her torment.  Perhaps if she leapt out the window she would survive the fall, but then what?  She was under constant surveillance, and had yet to find a lapse in security that she could use to her advantage.  She would spend hours staring out to the water that had once enticed her, but now taunted her.  It was paradise, and yet…She had never expected to be seduced, to be swayed, to be taken.  Rumors could never have prepared her for such a fate.  Her fingernails dug into the cracked and molded windowsill as she decided what course of action might be necessary.

Paradise

BoraBoraShe had to be dreaming.  Nothing of such vibrancy could ever exist in her land.  The image swirled before her eyes, teasing her, tempting her to cross over.  Her body swayed ever so slightly forward, her eyes closed longer than they should have as she took a deep breath to smell the fresh air.  Her body ached with longing to move forward, to taste, to feel firsthand.  She shook her head hard, hoping to clear the fog overcoming her.  She would not submit.  Pleasure was not to be so easily attained.  But her foot took the first step, without her acknowledgment, and it found a solid foundation.  Without further persuasion, she was off, running as is she were being chased, and maybe she was, but they would never catch her.

The Festival of Lights

LanternFestival, FranceThey had met under the lights, and it was in the crimson glow that he had known he would spend the rest of his life trying to make her smile as she had that first night.  They were so carefree then, a symbol of their youth.  Each year, hand in hand, they would walk under the lanterns, sit on the same bench, and enjoy one another in silence.  It was their moment to reflect on their time together, at how under the rosy glow, a young couple so different from one another had found happiness.  As he sat on the bench alone for the first time in many years, he smiled the sweet smile that only a life well lived can offer, and he thought of her.  For a brief moment, he saw the girl in the yellow dress dancing in the glow of the red lanterns.  When she turned smiling at him, giggling breathlessly, he gasped.  She ran up to him then, taking him by the hands to lead him down the crimson path.

I’ve added what I’ve written so far of the Dragon Age fan fiction under the Excerpts section, if you’re interested.  Also, I’d love to read the stories, poems, or creations from the images you’ve been inspired from, so please, remember to share!

Happy Wednesday!