In the next few lines I will try to convey some more writerly advice for everyone. I would love to edit other people’s work, because as you know, you can learn a lot from other people’s successes and failures. The failure part is key, in my opinion. Because you see how it fails in someone else’s work and maybe it’ll show you what you failed to do in your own work. As much as I would hate to be a teacher, I would like to be a tutor. Someone to help further other writers’ work. I would love to join a writing community because I miss when we got to present our works to the class during my undergraduate studies. At the time I hated that aspect of the class. Sharing work. I was always so self conscious. I wanted to go first because I wanted to get it over with. I didn’t want to sit there and panic about sharing what I wrote. But it all helps in the end. I just looked at my Mibba profile (http://www.mibba.com/member/1995) and saw a few of the weird fan fictions I had written. Some were taken down but others were kept on. They all look like crap. But it’s what got me where I’m at now. I realized I liked writing a while ago. Mainly because of fan fiction. Here’s a snippet from one of my fan fictions.
I woke up tied down to a chair, in the dark, with duck tape over my mouth. I could hear the roar of an engine, meaning I was in a car, and I could see some distant colors. It was frightening to think that just a little while ago, I was having fun on my first date with Billie and now… this. I was afraid not of myself, but of Billie. What would these creatures do to him? I wasn’t scared for myself because I knew the fact that I was one of them would help me understand how to accomplish what I have to do.
Yes, I am one of them. Well, in a way. You see, I am half human and half vampire. It isn’t like Twilight, where we sparkle in the sunlight. No, we half vampire, half human, or Damphir, we are able to go out into the sun without burning or sparkling. Our human genes allow us to do this. Moroi, which are mortal vampires, meaning that they need blood to survive, are very sensitive to light and can have magical powers. Strigoi, the undead, which are your typical vampires, burn up in sunlight and are very powerful, like the Damphires, if not stronger. Yes, we Damphires are strong, so we can protect Moroi, since they are the ones who create Damphires. Without them, we would be goners.
So, I am a very special Damphir. I have the ability to see people’s auras. Creepy, yes. Damphires don’t normally have magical powers, so my case is special. I was just beginning to rip apart the ropes that tied me down, when someone turned on the light.
What I saw was a surprise. It was a Strigoi, which we Damphires are destined to kill off. But this wasn’t just any Strigoi, it was my ex-lover, Damien. I call him my ex, because a Strigoi was unnatural. You might say vampires are unnatural, but we, meaning Moroi and Damphires, are born. Strigoi are made. We both made a promise that if one of us turns Strigoi, we’d hunt the other down.
“Well well well, look what we have here.” Damien, in a voice that sounded similar to his old voice, said.
“What do you want Damien?”
“Ah, I want to make you like me, Strigoi. I can’t live without you.”
“We both know that is a lie.”
“Fine, if you really want to know why I’m doing this. I saw you with that human, what’s his name… oh yeah, Billie Joe Armstrong. I thought you would do something for me if I said I would kill him in an instant.”
“What is it?”
“I want you to help me get to Justin Bieber.”
Justin Bieber is the ruler of the Moroi world. If he dies, everyone will be mourning the death of him, so most Moroi will be at his funeral. So, Damien would want to take over the throne. Yes, hilarious, since he isn’t Moroi. But, there is a way. My friend Amy, a Moroi, has a different power than most Moroi. Most Moroi can control one of the four elements: fire, water, earth and air. Amy has a whole different element, Spirit. She can heal things, go inside someone’s mind and even bring people back from the dead. She can only go inside mine and vice versa because I’m shadow kissed, meaning that she raised me from the dead. Freaky, yes.
So, Damien is trying to become the ultimate ruler of our world, by trying to get Amy to turn him back into a Strigoi. Everyone loved Damien. He could sweet talk any girl into doing anything, just by breathing. Damien reminds me of Brad Pitt, but a bit paler. Moroi are supermodel skinny and the guys aren’t any exception. They are scrawny, not the muscle builder like The Rock.
“So, if I help you, you won’t hurt Billie?”
“No, I won’t. I swear no harm will befall him.”
“Okay, so I’ll do it. Can I go back home yet?”
“Sure, after this.” Then he leaned over and kissed me.
As you can see, my writing has improved. It’s funny though. This is towards the end of the fanfiction (it hasn’t been finished. It’s only about eight chapters long.) and there is so much wrong with it in the beginning. This was just the most hilarious part of what I wrote. The first paragraph of the story makes me really laugh out loud. “Billie Joe Armstrong is the coolest man ever in my life. I am the biggest fan ever. I mean, I will rewind the TV whenever I see his face. His face is the face of God and I’m uberly jealous of his wife, Adrienne. I love this man to death, if only I could meet him.” See? It’s seriously hilarious! Anyways, here is some writerly advice. Hope you like it!
When do you know when to stop writing and let it just sit?
Well, when I start writing, I normally have to sit down for an extended amount of time and just write. Sometimes I’ll write complete nonsense. I’ll write like I’m just talking to myself. You know those moments when you just say something to yourself, even if no one is around? Yeah, I’m not crazy at all. Anyways, when you talk to yourself you kind of tell yourself what to do. It reminds me of that one Doctor Who episode called “Listen” where the Doctor is all like, “what if there were people with you when you think you’re alone and when you’re talking to the air you’re actually talking to someone?” or something like that. I was so confused by that episode. You know, this episode:
Doesn’t he look dashing? Anyways, when I start to write sometimes I will talk to myself… through writing. I’ll literally say, “Jillian, you shouldn’t make him do this. It’s too crazy. I want this to happen…” and then somehow I’ll start talking about my day or whatever. When you’re alone a lot, this is what happens. You start kind of talking to yourself and shtuff. So when should you stop writing and wait to let it breathe? I normally stop when I have a feeling that the characters are going to do something really cliched. Or the characters bore me to death. Sometimes I get into this rut of sameness. Eventually my stories will turn out formulaic and I start thinking about another project. At that point, please, for God’s sake, leave your work be! It needs to breathe for a little bit. A good story is like fine wine. It needs time to sit and be made better.
So what should I write about? How do I come up with these ideas?
I think, at least for me, writing should come to you in different spurts. You get motivated to write, then you get motivated to do something else. We are always changing, always moving. Sometimes I find that I use time to create the best stories. As we get older, we start to see people differently. Are you over the age of 20? Well if you are, you know that feeling you get when you see teenagers? You can look at them at a distance and wonder how they can be so annoying. Some of them are so self centered and so arrogant. You have to wonder what will become of the future. Sometimes I like to see what would happen if they were put into the body of a 30 year old (like in that movie 13 going on 30)
One of my favorite movies. You can literally take anything you see in this world and make a story about it. But sometimes I fear that maybe there’s already so many stories about the subject I’m writing about. So go out into the world and try to find an interesting subject.
*Warning! Adult content ahead!*
So I wanted to talk about a subject that I have encountered in my writing career. (Yes, I’m calling it a career.) Sex Scenes. I’ve written a few sex scenes in my life. They were all really corny and seriously need work. But I wanted to talk about sex scenes since I know some people do it wrong… hahaha. That’s what she said. XD. Anyways, there is a good way and a bad way to write them. I will say it now since it pertains to writing them. I am a virgin. I have no clue how it even feels to have sex. I can only imagine how it would feel. But I do know how it feels when you’re making out with someone. So normally I write about those feelings and just kind of … embellish.
The first thing you should know is that you shouldn’t just use “this happened and this happened.” You actually have to describe the scene.
Here’s a snippet from my short story, “Waiting for the Elevator.” :
We head down to the bar around the corner from our building. After three more drinks of beer and whiskey, words do not make sense to my drunk addled mind. I turn to Nick, wanting to tell him something about a unicorn and a wasp, when all of sudden, my lips attack his. I’m not sure where this is coming from. He eagerly returns the kiss while gripping onto my hips.
“Lets take a cab to my place,” he breathes in between kisses.
I don’t know what to do, so I go along with whatever he has in mind. In a blur, we’re in a cab headed to Nick’s place. Fervent kisses are placed all around my body and I am in heaven. His hands are around my waist, holding me to him but even then, it’s not enough. The cab ride takes five minutes and we can barely make it out of the cab in time. We stumble up the stairs of his apartment building while still clinging onto each other.
As soon as we, somehow, get inside of Nick’s apartment, Nick pushes me against the door. My stomach is in knots. I cannot get enough of this guy. Nick puts his hands under my ass to hoist me up. My arms go around his shoulders for support and we are moving around his apartment trying to find his bedroom. Kisses are placed haphazardly throughout my body. We finally manage to find his bedroom.
Nick closes the door behind us and then proceeds to throw me on the bed. He slowly climbs on top of me, as if to savor this moment. He kisses me deeply while taking off his button up shirt. He only breaks the kiss to take my shirt off. His hands grasp the hem of my shirt while slowly pulling the shirt up. He is driving me insane. I twist our bodies so that I am on top. I take off my shirt and run kisses up and down his body. I unclasp my bra and let the flimsy piece of clothing fall down. Nick takes his hands and rubs each boob. I start to suck on his neck while he works on my belt. Once the belt is off, Nick pulls my jeans down, revealing my blue lacy panties. Once that is off, I slowly undo his belt and pull his pants down.
Next thing I know, I wake up with light streaming through the blinds. I look down and Nick’s hands are around my waist. Oh crap. I slowly move his arms around me and tip toe out of the bed. I gather up my discarded clothes that were thrown around the room and tiptoe towards the door.
As you can see I decided to not include the actual sex part. But that is how you can write a sex scene and be a virgin. You kind of … imagine what it would be like. You’ve probably seen a ton of sex scenes in TV shows or movies. But when you’re writing about sex, please refrain from using the word “thing” and “pussy.” I think it’s so fake when you use those words.
Why am I even writing this blog post?
Well, mainly because I was inspired to try to give some writerly advice to other people. There are so many things that I’ve learned over the years. And it would be great to be able to edit other people’s work. I would like to write my own book one day, but editing other people’s work would work just as well. So if anyone wants me to read their manuscript or anything, I’m open.
I found this photo on my computer… I laugh whenever I see it. Seriously. I look so tired.