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Other Cool Blogs: Writers of the Future 5/24/2017

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David Farland explains why some stories don’t make the cut in the Writers of the Future competition. His ten points match many of my points for rejecting a manuscript.

#5. A Major Element is Left Out.

I love the breakdown of elements needed to create a story: character, setting, conflict, theme, and treatment. Miss any one of these, and the manuscript won’t hold together. The example he gives is the white box treatment to setting, but any element missing destroys the cohesion of the story.

#7. There Simply isn’t a Story.

When I worked on an anthology, many of our submissions were character descriptions. Who the person was, their personality traits, what they have done. Like describing a co-worker to a new person, or a character to a roleplaying dungeon master,

#10. Chronological order flow.

Have I done an Editing Rant on this yet? If not, I should have.

“Carrie dressed in her best silk blouse and skirt for her date, after spending the afternoon shaving her legs and taking a shower, hoping it wouldn’t be too much.” – Did you get whiplash on that? Everything is reverse of the actual chronological order. A better write would be “After spending the afternoon prepping for her date by showering and then shaving her legs, Carrie dressed in her best silk blouse and skirt combo, hoping it wouldn’t be too much.”

Backtracking during a statement halts a narrative dead in the water. Don’t do it. Mr. Farland describes the issue very well in his article.

All of David Farland’s 10 Points to Avoid in Writing Short Fiction (5/24/2017) can be found here: https://www.writersofthefuture.com/dave-farlands-10-points-to-avoid/

Author Spotlight: Natasja Rose

R is for Rose

Amazon Cover

So I’m sitting at Pennsic minding my own business (not really, but let’s go with that), when me and a lady get to talking about embroidery, making historic costumes, and time travel – because those things go together. (If you attended Pennsic or met a SCAdian, you’ll understand – if not, just trust me). Turns out she is a self-published writer out of Australia, and she had written a really cool rant-filled book on the seamstress department of a time travel agency

After I got home, I went poking my nose to see what other weirdness Ms. Rose had created. The twisted Fairy Tale set of Cinderella Grows a Spine, Snow White learns Stranger Danger, and Red Riding Hood and the Stalker capture her personality and voice well. While they are not as polished as “Traditional” Presses do, her unique vision isn’t curtailed either.

She also publishes non-fiction on topics dear to her heart such as Asexuality and Asperger’s

The prices of her books run a little higher than I am used to seeing here in the States where everyone undervalues what writers produce including the writers themselves, but the pricing could also be a difference between currency exchanges with Amazon. The internet Goliath likes segregating countries into easily managed portions. In any case, you might want to look into her twisted little tales whether they are a collection, short story, or novella.

If you want, you can follow her on facebook under: Natasja Rose Author.

Flash: These Things Don’t Just Happen

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“Really, really? How the …” Julia sputtered to a stop. “These things don’t just happen.”

Onighgah shook her head and turned away. “Maybe in your world.”

“What do you mean ‘my world’?” Confusion infused the words.

Running a quick hand over her headwrap, the black woman considered how to respond to her white friend. Nearly friend, someone from work who she lunched with when they sat in the cafeteria since they always were on break together and the room only had two tables. It would have been noticeably rude to sit at the other one. Unfortunately today she got a phone call to bail her brother out of jail which Julia had overheard and one thing led to another.

“In your world, walking down the street doesn’t end with someone questioning why you are in the neighborhood.”

Julia rolled her eyes.

“White privilege is a thing. A real thing, girl.” Onighgah continued.

After a quick puff of exasperation, Julia shook her head. “Blah, blah. Slavery. Oppression. Come on. That is ages ago. Get over it. This is America.” Julie swept her hand around the small room where the large store retail employees were required to take their breaks. “If you are failing, it is on you.”

Onighgah’s teeth ground.

“Whatever your brother did, he shouldn’t have been doing it.”

“He.was.walking.to.his.class.” Each word bit the air with frost. “The.one.he.teaches.at.the.high.school.”

“If that is all he was doing, the cops wouldn’t have bothered him.”

“You—“ The black woman cut herself off as her voice raised. “No, not going there.” After packing the balance of her lunch up in the brown paper bag she brought today, she stood. She crushed it between her hands, back and forth, kneading it like a baseball. “Come with me to bail him out.” She finally spat.

“What?”

“Tonight, after work, come with me to bail him out. We’ll do a little makeup, you got a dark Italian coloring, it won’t take much. Wrap one of my extra scarfs around your head.”

“Are you crazy?” Julia stared up at her co-worker.

“I dare you.”

(words 346; first published 4/19/2020)

 

 

P is for prejudice