Tuesday, June 9, 2009

As a Writer, think like a A Reader: How I began building a platform

On Sunday's #Writechat at Twitter, we started to discuss building of platforms. I'm fairly new to the business side of writing. I'm still working on the Creative side, you see. So, I didn't know what the heck a platform was, much less how to build one!

As it turns out, an Author platform is everything. Your writing, how you present yourself, and getting yourself out there. Also as it turns out, I had already begun to build said platfom via my fanfiction, and doing various things like Twitter, Facebook, and my Wordpress blogging of reviews and things of that nature.

As I continued to listen (read) the discussion, I began to see that I had naturally begun to do all of these things, and indeed, I knew what made me do it. Basically, this is what I did: I started thinking like the reader that I am. When I go looking for an author, I want them to be accessible, and know things about them. Simple things, not stalker-type stuff. So, I made a decision early on that I was going to make myself as acessible to my readers as possible.

This is my advice then. When building your platforms try and think about what your favorite authors have done. Think about what you would want to see from your favorite authors. What makes them so appealing to you? This is a part of building your platform. You're not just selling your writing. In a lot of ways, you're also selling yourself. Keep that in mind.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Session 3 is a Success, with Excellent comments to boot.

Wow. I never thought the story of Felix and his friends would mean anything to anyone besides myself and those few that helped me see that it could definitely be more than a fleeting idea. My SF/F Workshop classmates and my instructor really seem to want to know more! I'm still stunned.

Here's the assignment for this week's session, and some recent feedback on it.

Felix Lightfeather is no taller than a sewing needle. He has deep black eyes, and wavy black hair. His skin is a light green,and smooth. Felix's personality is exactly what you would expect of someone who has been tormented emotionally by tragedy. He's got a very tough emotional exterior, and he keeps many things bottled up and to himself. He developed this habit because of his little sister Gracie, whom he holds very dear, as she is his only living relative.

In reality, Felix is very kind hearted, and he will help those he feels worthy of his time. He has a deep hatred for most humans, due to the loss of both of his parents. His new goal in life is to take down the men responsible for the annihilation of his colony, and put an end to the war between the Faeries and Human kind. He has done everything possible to protect himself, his childhood friend Marlon, and their siblings. He is not prepared to give up anytime soon.

Some of Felix's interests are Garbage Diving in the Outworld (human world of the city), playing with his friend Marlon, and helping his mother with his sister Grace. His favorite food is actually a drink called Hinger, which is a mixture of Honey and Ginger root. When he's not with Marlon or Gracie, Felix is likely to be found in the Common Lobby, helping out with filing and things of that nature.

Malik Davenport, the well-built security guard hired to keep an eye on the faerie captives has blue eyes, and short wavy hair. He is simply called Davenport by his fellow employees. He is normally seen wearing a simply blue jeans and shirt combination, with an occasional flannel shirt over it. He wears wire rimmed glasses. He is also very clean shaven. He can't stand beards or mustaches on himself. He likes the clean look.

He is quick with a weapon, even though he more than likely would rather talk a prisoner into obedience, instead of hurting them. He has a general dislike for faeries, but he never quite agreed with the Faerie Extinguishing Project. The main reason he took the job at the faerie prison was to make a little extra money for his family's medical bills. His son has a very rare disease that requires the family to have him in and out of the hospital. And of course bills pile up.

Davenport's chief worry is that his daughter Melissa will find out what he's up to. Melissa has had two of her faerie friends taken away from her by the Exterminators, and while Davenport knew about it, he did nothing. It's pained him ever since. Melissa has joined a group of children to try and free the faeries, and he's been ordered to take care of it if they break into the prison. Davenport draws the line at harming human children.

Part 2: A scene between the two

Felix regarded Davenport with a certain amount of contempt. He knew it was him who had taken Tracie captive. "Where is she, Davenport? Where's Tracie?"

"She's unharmed." Davenport eyed the faerie warily. He knew how tricky they could be. He wouldn't have been surprised if this one tried to bite or scratch him. Felix Lightfeather. That's what this one's name was. "You, on the other hand, are lucky you're still alive. It won't be long now. We're just waiting for orders from the higher ups. Then you and your friends will be destroyed for good."

"There's no way you're going to get away with this! Someone will stop you." Felix replied bravely, trying hard to keep the wavering out his voice as thought of helpless little Gracie back in the pen. "How can you condone such hateful crimes against helpless children?! Would you like it if we did the same thing to your children? And believe me, there those of us who most certainly feel like it would be justice."

"But not you, hm? You don't think that's the way to go about it, do you?" Davenport steepled his fingers on the tabletop as he stared the little creature down. "What do you think would have been a good course of action, then?"

"Heck if I know, but I know that killing innocent faeries, especially children, isn't right." Felix folded his arms then. He wasn't going to say anymore on the subject if Davenport wasn't going to at least be willing to be open-minded.

"You know. They killed two of my daughter's faeries. Right in front of her. I knew about it.... and did nothing. She hates me."

"And she should. Anyone that would allow such cruelty doesn't deserve to be respected or loved." Felix spat then. "It soundsd to me like you've got some twisted priorities."

"H-how dare you! I need this job, pixie." Davenport's face was red now with rage. "Our house was going to get foreclosed on! This job saved us! So a couple of faeries are killed. At least my daughter will have a place to rest her head at night. I can live with that."

"Then you're not truly human." Felix told him. He did feel sorry for the plight that Davenport and his family had been in, but it didn't excuse the extinguishing of innocent faeries everywhere. "I'm sure others, the ones who oppose the Extermination have found ways around working jobs such as this. With a young daughter, you should have been thinking about it too." Felix turned then, and began to head back to the pen. He didn't want to leave Gracie there too long. She would worry.

"I can't get out of it now. Even if I wanted to, Felix." It was the first time Davenport had ever called the young faerie by his name. "They make you sign a contract, stating you'll remain active until the Extinguishig is done. And they don't just mean the States." He took Felix carefully back to his pen, and set him in it. "You're one brave faerie boy, Felix Lightfeather. I'll be sorry to see you go."

Feedback for this assignment from classmates Beth and Rick, and my instuctor. From Beth:

I can see Davenport and Felix as characters I think the bit about Davenport's conflict is good. One thing I wondered about is this. You mention Grace and Gracie which I realize is the same person. But then you refer to Tracie. Is Tracie another name for Gracie? Maybe everyone knows that? I am interested to know why the humans want to destroy the faeries? I can think of a couple of reasons. Interesting story.

From Rick:

I really enjoy your writing. Your character are well drawn, and you made your antagonist likeable. The exchange between Felix and Davenport is quite revealing about their motives and their feelings. I think this is well written.

I do have one question (there is always a question!). You mention that Felix's parents are dead, but in the third paragraph, you mention Felix helping his mother with Gracie. You might want to clarify that.

From John DeChancie (Instructor):

Very well worked out world of fairy and human, with conflict between the two. Some Nazi-like government is trying out the faeries, and this of course makes the central situation of the novel more than dramatic enough. You have knack for drawing real characters, even when they are supernatural in nature.

I am wondering when magic will come into the fore. Faeries have magic, and this seems to be the obvious way to salvation for the faerie folk. Maybe you can let us in on how magic will be employed to save the day. Or are these faeries only able to work beneficial magic, and not the defensive magic they need? I can't wait to find out.

The dialogue is especially fraught with conflict. The concentration camp guard here is probably no different from other examples of his ilk; willing to justify immoral actions with pleas that he had no other choice but to follow orders.


Sunday, June 7, 2009

Writing Update Sunday: June 7, 2009

Wow. What a week I've experienced. I've gotten a lot of work done on many many projects at once. This is what is currently being worked on, and what will be posted in the near future:

1. part 2 of Chapter 2 of City Faeries: Flight to Freedom (go to www.teamjalice1863.wordpress.com for the previous bits)

2. Chapter Six of Matters of the Heart my Jane and Alec fanfic will be posted this week. Whoohoo!

3. Another chapter of A Home for Life is due to come out . (Fanfic again. Twilight Fanfic)

4. The first chapter of my Mortal Instruments fanfic will be up at the end of this coming week.

5. Chapter 9 of my novel Protected One shall be finished soon. Working slowly on it, so I don't lose the essence of Nickie and Jordan.

On the reading front, I finally started the third book in the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. City of Glass is promising to be as good as the previous 2. Go to www.teamjalice1863.wordpress.com for the review once I've finished it.

Special thanks to my #pseudowrimo, #writechat, and #writingmuses people who continually keep me motivated to bring out the best writing I can!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Who I am as a writer

Maybe this is a cliched beginning entry for any author. But I feel it is the best place to begin. I feel in order to really KNOW where I'm going, you have to know where I've been in my life.

My life began on January 7, 1981. I was born in a hospital in Frankfurt, Germany because my father was in the military, and they just happened to be stationed there. My life was a struggle from the very beginning. Mom found out almost immediately that I had two extremely large holes in my heart, and I had open heart surgery before I was even a year old! That's something, huh?

Then there was the issue of water on the brain. Mom and I were flown out to Denver, Colorado, where I was the first successful baby to recieve a shunt in my head. I made medical journals and everything! Apparently, this was a huge deal.

We found out when I was two that I had Cerebral Palsy, and Mom was even told that I wouldn't live to be five, and if I did, I would never walk. Boy were my doctors in for a shock. On the Easter of my third year, I walked to my mother for the first time.

You would think life was good after that. Not really. When I was seven, I had my first hip repair, to try and turn my legs out right. (Hard to explain, but basically, my legs were turned in a way that my knees were knocking. ) Along with that, they stretched my heel cords out.

I had to learn to walk all over again. And my mother did all of this on her own, while taking care of my much younger brother. My father had left her.

At the age of ten, I joined fifth grade, and it was there that the idea of becoming a published author first entered my head. My English teacher, Mrs. Turner often praised my imaginative short stories, and told me I Would be big someday. Not every student hears that from their teachers at FIFTH grade.

From then on, I was constantly with pen and paper, writing whatever nonsense came into my head. When computers entered my life, it got even more obsessive. (and I do NOT exxagerate.)

Life at home became nearly unbearable. Mom had remarried a man whom I had first loved, and then grew to loathe as I got older. He had me doing dishes and sweeping/mopping at the age of eight. If things weren't perfect, we were grounded. No ifs ands or buts. So I began to hide within my pretend world, and relish the time I got to spend, inventing adventures for me and my faeries to go on. (I still think I had Felix all along. Can't prove yes or no, however.)

I guess I never stopped creating after that. It became a coping mechanism for me. And in a way, I'm guessing it still is. Now that I'm 28, I can appreciate what my imagination did for me, and what other authors' imaginations did as well. I want to return the favor, and do that for someone else.