Why I Hate Your Hero

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This will probably be the first of a series. There's a lot of things I hate about heroes. So this shall be hesitantly titled:

The Teen Edition

This is a list of problems that crop up a lot - in both published and unpublished fiction. Some are just personal bugbears, most are just bad writing; all of them make me lose any sympathy I had for your protagonist, and thus, your story.

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An old post but one that is still grand. Read the rest for amusement and thought-food. What is it about teenage characters that turns people off? What tropes are tiresome and we should be aware of when writing? Mitch breaks a few down for us.

Spring

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You walk away because you think the story’s dead - there’s nothing growing here. Your writer-garden used to be abundant. Things grew. It was fertile and people liked to walk about in it, but now your writer-garden is bare branches, frozen earth and you can’t even hack the spade tip into it. You walk away. You write other things and read about psychology of place, watch ‘Man on Wire’ or listen back-to-back to every crime drama on Radio 4 Extra.

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A pretty piece of word-play about writer's and their garden of stories.

LGBT Pride Marches in the UK This Summer

The Tories are continuing to move against gay marriage – and continuing the reality of LGBT oppression – but we can continue to unite against this over the summer. Below is a list of Pride Festivals over the next two months; a list that is not exhuastive. Attend where you can and show that marriage should be equal for everyone.

Claiming someone else’s marriage is against your religion is like being angry at someone for eating a donut because you’re on a diet.”
– source unknown

The first 12 dates are:

Birmingham ……………………25 May

York……………………………….1 June

Blackburn………………………..1 June

Bradford………………………….1 June

Blackpool………………………..8 June

Oxford…………………………….8 June

Pride Scotia (Edinburgh)……15 June

Essex (Chelmsford)…………..22/23 June

Doncaster………………………..29 June

Swansea………………………….29 June

London…………………………….29 June

Sheffield…………………………..6 July

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Bull$hit Advice from "Would-Be Writers"

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A recent conversation I had with an old coworker of mine left me feeling uneasy. Tim has always wanted to start a creative writing project and last week he finally decided to commit to writing something. Unfortunately Tim didn't know where to begin, so he did some online research. He asked me, "Have you ever heard of the snowflake method?"

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Things Said By Actual Students and University Professors

As I stand triumphantly on the finish line and wave goodbye to three years of screenwriting at university, I thought I would share a few gems with you. I have a habit of writing down things that are said by the people around me. My classmates and lecturers were no exception. I’ve gathered up my notebooks and flicked through every side-margin to bring you these quotes. Some are humorous, some are plain ol’ teacher sass, others are inspirational. There are at least three different professors here and numerous students. I haven’t named anyone, just in case! I hope you enjoy.

Student: I was weeping like a little girl.
Proff: Or like a young man. It’s okay for that.


Proff: Ignore ‘how to write’ books. It’s almost an intellectual fascist theory in the writing help business. Forget the three act bullshit. Write scene one. ENTER JACK and JILL. Something happens between them – conflict – they EXIT. ENTER JOHN. He was always a twat, wasn’t he? You’ve got three ways of conflict. You have drama already.


Proff: You can’t teach writing. Just get on and fucking do it.

Proff: [on writing dialogue] Get rid of “ok”, “oh” or “ah” or opening lines with “well”. Example: “That’s right, ya stupid fucker.” Not, “Oh, that’s right.”

Student: The best manoeuvres are devious.

Proff: Welcome to writing erotica. We are dealing with sex. We’re going to be embarrassed and everything will have a double meaning. We’re not even going to try and rise above it.


Proff: I feel we should be doing this [erotica writing class] in some boudoir dressed in silk. A whip.


Student: It’s all the same fairytale [religion], you just can’t decide which hat to wear.


Proff 1: Yes, dear, you’re a very approachable human.
Proff 2: As opposed to an unapproachable what?
Proff 1: Cumquat.

Student: Where is room JM115? It doesn’t even say what class we have. We could be having a bloody tea party in JM115 for all we know!

Proff: One of the beautiful aspects of 19th century Russian culture was the strong belief that the real life people were experiencing wasn’t it – there was something better. Hope. Dreams. Dreams of happiness. The hope for revolutionary change. There was an awareness that things wouldn’t fundamentally change, but one still needs to believe that things might change. [...] No matter how pointless life is, that need for hope is a fundamental characteristic of being human. Even if we are aware our dreams are unobtainable, we must dream.

Student: Little? I’m 6’2″!
Proff: You’re little in mentality.

Student: Just because you look like a student wreck, doesn’t mean the rest of us have to join you.

Proff: Were you potty-trained at gunpoint?

Student: I am a total emotional marshmallow.

Proff: Accountants are like priests. It’s as if magic underpins the value of their work.


Proff: Don’t you love semiotic discussion? The sign is more important than the person, and the person who acts outside of the sign must be sacrificed to reinstate the power of the sign.

Student: New movie: Scriptonite. This shit will end your world.


Proff: If you look in her eyes [Miranda July], there’s that very cynical glint.

Student: The smell of marijuana keeps zombies away.


Proff: There are no lies and truth. There are a variety of opinions that make up society.

Proff: You cut your hair! Did you keep it?
Student: No, I donated it to science. It’s now living on a wheel running around and around.

Proff: [during discussion on textual representation] We have effectively othered the cat.

Proff: Purgatory, the nice bit of hell. Kind of the waiting room, with coffee and magazines.


Proff:
Communicating via novel writing is narcissistic. Yup. Whatever.

Proff: Post-modern art gives the squiggle a soul.


Guest Proff:
How do you learn about book adaptation and plot beats? Break down Harry Potter, of course!


Guest Proff:
If you want to be a screenwriter in Britain, write TV. If you don’t, you will die. It won’t even be a long, slow death. You will just die of starvation.

Student: HEADLINES: lecturer suffocates on his own knowledge.


Proff:
Being bombarded by media and having a wealth of access feels empowering. It’s also worrying how much we take in passively and are guided into cultural languages and ideas and mechanisms of choice. It’s hard to disappear or choose how to work – being connected is a strong pressure.

Proff: BBC journalists are told to present and talk to make something appear undeniably true. They must be authoritative, which is backed up by images and the news logo. Bright colours – it sings to you, and not only are you told their word is ‘inevitable’, you are encouraged to want what is ‘inevitable.’

Student: Studies have shown my opinion is right.

Proff: You are a walking contradiction. A military jacket and a peace shirt. I feel you’re trying to tell me something.

Proff: [looking at a student's poster sketch] And what’s this here? A cash register?
Student: No. It’s a gun.


Student 1: I’ve not see the first and second Toy Story.
Proff: You grew up in a monastery.
Student 2: You did have a deprived childhood.
Student 1: I did not have a deprived childhood!
Student 2: You did.
Student 1: Alright, fine. I’m a flawed human being.


Proff:
How many people here smoke? … No one? And you call yourselves writers? How many people smoke other substances?
One student raises his hand.
Proff: Well, at least there’s one honest man among us. Who here drinks alcohol?
Everyone raises their hand.
Proff: Oh thank fuck for that. I was getting worried.

Proff: The film this afternoon is under wraps. Only Student 1 knows what it’s about. He’ll accept no bribes.
Student 1: Well…
Proff: Quiet.
Student 2: What about threatening behaviour?

Proff: That’s a very nice belt.
Student: Yes, I stole it from a Persian prince.

And that’s the end of that.

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The High Horse of Age: Concerning Thatcher

Some of us were not alive during Thatcher’s reign. Some of us were only toddlers, like myself. Some of us saw it all. Dear the latter, shut up about your age. Here is why:

I’ve been frustrated with the amount of people who say, “How can young people protest against the funeral? They weren’t around.” Here are two possible answers.

ONE: some ‘young people’ come from families that were severely affected by Thatcher’s campaigns. They may not have seen first hand what it did to their family members, but they have seen and felt the knock on effects. Some children come from families that really fucking hate her, and I know people who have been reminding me of this for many, many years.

TWO: some ‘young people’ have a brain and like to do this thing we call ‘research’, or go into ‘higher education’. I had two painfully boring years of studying Thatcherism when I was seventeen. I can’t pretend I know everything, I can’t say my family was one to suffer during her reign, but I have studied enough to know that I do not like her and, for the sake of older generations who struggled first hand, I will not let her ‘legacy’ wash past me as if I shouldn’t care.

If we start saying “young people have no reason to care,” then guess what. They’re going to stop caring because they are met with a wall of patronising comments and shunted as if incapable of empathy. If you care about current events then involve them, debate with them and help them to shape the system. We ‘young people’ can care about things other than our university fees. Honest.

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Post-Mass Effect 3 [SPOILERS]

I feel like someone has died. Technically, someone has. A virtual person, true, but someone who meant a lot to me. Someone who was surrounded by people who meant even more to me.

Commander Shepard.

Paige Shepard’s ending of Mass Effect 3 has burned my heart. It’s like someone has stuck their hand into my chest and ripped out the people I love most. This all sounds very melodramatic, I’m aware of that, but I’ll say again: I feel like someone has died.

As I sit here, unable to sleep, crying as I did when I lost a real person, I’ve asked myself a lot of questions about this reaction. I have literally been rendered unable to speak because my throat is clogged with tears. The first and all encompassing question is: why?

Why do I need post-traumatic therapy (which will be fan-fiction, hugs and hopefully a little less crying, btw) to deal with this? Why am I so upset?

As my Shepard chose the option that was in-character for her – to sacrifice her body so all species could evolve – I wrote a letter in my head. As she dragged herself towards the beam of light, Shepard told Kaiden how much she loved him. How she wanted him to be happy. How she wanted him to have hope. How she wanted him and everyone around him to live life to the fullest.

But as Shepard started to run, I realised that, as much as she was doing this for the benefit of the galaxy, she was really doing this for EDI. Deep down, she wanted EDI to have the life she never could (head-canon, let’s not even). She wanted to see the world made a better place, as much as it crushed her soul to sacrifice so much, she knew EDI and all synthetics deserved the chance to be truly alive.

ME3-EDIEndingFor myself, I realised how much I love the people around me. Why am I so upset? I’m upset because I know I could die for everyone, too, and it terrifies me. I fear death; I fear its pain, but based on one moment in my life where I knew I might have to either save myself or the seven year old next to me; I know I could make the same choice as my Shepard. But the thing is, I didn’t want her to die. I wanted her to live. The story wasn’t about me, it was about her. I needed to see her find peace after losing most of her friends. I mourned for the people she left behind and for the life she deserved but never got. There are people out there who have lost as much as Shepard.

The next question: how can a game upset you so much?

Role-playing-games are about people, and if it’s a good story with well-developed characters, it’s like being in a film that you can manipulate. This game has traumatised me so much because it recognises what matters most: people and teamwork.

It isn’t about the shooting, the shiny graphics, the explosions; it focuses on the people. It gives you everything and then snatches it away. It creates a world that feels authentic and validates your actions.

BioWare RPGs hold you hostage for responses, they deem you responsible for the outcomes of said responses, and they immerse you in an environment that can take you out of your comfort zone. Through manipulating your senses it is even easier to be affected by games than it is by films. Again, why?

I'll love you alwaysTo watch game characters die isn’t always very upsetting, true, but to watch characters you care about suffer – emotionally or physically – is difficult because you have taken the time to get to know everything about them. Films and books don’t give you this opportunity to reprimand a character or to boost them up when they’re down; ask if they’re truly OK or if they’re lying to you. Games bring a whole new dimension to the way we interact with stories. (Although books have the potential to deliver countless back story, they often drag the main plot, drain your attention and don’t tend to add to the book experience – neither do novels allow you to choose how the protagonist reacts to events.)

I’m upset because the people felt real. It doesn’t matter if they’re not. I was still responsible for their fate.

The final question today: why do we, or at least why do I, need to roleplay as a hero?

Why would anyone want to be Commander Shepard, or the Warden, or Iron Man? They have shit lives. They take the blame for almost everything that goes wrong; they lose the people they love the most to horrific circumstances; they get little to no sleep; they have to live with hundreds of deaths on their conscience; people forget that heroes need down-time; most heroes judge themselves by their loses rather than their victories.

Despite all of this: they have a purpose.

The responsibility people place on them, the hope, trust and impossible demands; these heroes have a purpose and a diverse life. They get to talk to people, they get to help people – often save other peoples’ lives. What’s more satisfying than knowing you didn’t just do good today, you made a difference to the world around you.

commander jane shepardOne of the existential crises most of us go through is ‘why am I here? What is the point of working? What is the point of trying? Will I ever affect anything?’ Heroes may question themselves and their self worth, but they have a duty and a place in society that is defined by their society. Even if heroes don’t believe in themselves, they have what most people don’t: purpose and the capacity to exceed past our everyday shackles.

I need heroic roleplaying games because I need to know what that’s like – what it feels like to have a purpose, even if in third person. More than anything, it clarifies why I am a writer.

So yes, I am heartbroken. I am grieving. I lost a part of myself during ME3′s ending today but I gained a lot, too.

It’s a damn good story.

Joker and EDI

A story to warm your heart this Christmas

I don’t generally share personal stories but I thought this one needed to be shared, especially at a time when we’ve heard of so much heartbreak.

In my family we sometimes joke that, since my parents divorced when I was very young, “us kids” have been raised by seven women. Five au-pairs, my birth mother and my mother’s best friend. This story is about Tanya, my mother’s best friend – a lady we sometimes call my “surrogate mother.”

Tanya can’t have children. As you can imagine, this is something the majority of women never want to hear: it is impossible for you to conceive. It’s not surprising then, now that I know, that Tanya has always cuddled us to death, offered to look after us – even been our nanny (the woman who looks after you instead of your parents) for a month.

She’s a quick-witted, beautiful, caring woman full of laughter and has worked as a nursery matron for many years now. Her lively spirit and generous, thoughtful nature touches all who meet her.

Unwilling to give up on having her own child, however, Tanya and her husband eventually decided to adopt. So they began the process, searching in Moldova (her husband’s homeland). At the time, they were living in a lovely little RENTED country house, affordable based on their small income.

But that went against the rules. To adopt a child, you must own a house. For eight years they tried to complete an adoption. Three times their hopes were risen, but they always lost out to a richer family.

Tanya despaired. She couldn’t conceive children, and she couldn’t even adopt one. The main problem was still that she and her husband rented a house, but they just can’t afford to take out a mortgage.

Her heart broken, Tanya confessed to her colleagues and some of the nursery parents that the adoption process had hit an brick wall. It was unlikely to ever happen.

Her story reached the ears of one the parents. Now, bear in mind, most of these parents are sickly rich as Tanya’s a matron for a private nursery of some kind. I don’t know the full details. It’s rude to ask in England.

Knowing how wonderful Tanya is, knowing how hard she has tried, applied and worked to have children for over eight years, this couple (who we’ll call the Supers), picked out three houses.

The Supers approached Tanya and her husband and said, “We will buy you a house. We don’t want anything to do with it – if there’s a maintenance problem, it’s your problem – but we will buy you a house and give all ownership to you. You can have it for as long as you need it. When you want to move, sell it or rent it. It’s yours, just pick one of these three. Our only condition is that you never tell anyone our name.”

And so they chose. Tanya now lives in a beautiful house with her husband, and two years ago baby Elisa joined them.

I met Elisa for the first time today. She’s a wonderful little girl with soft hair, a constant smile and who loves to chat. She showed me the Christmas tree with its homemade decorations, her Lego cars and plastic coins. She also decided to call me “Hammer.” I’m not sure what that says about me, but lispy children are cute so who cares?

And all the while I couldn’t help noticing Tanya; the way she listened to her every word, the way she knew exactly what Elisa wanted, the way she told us about Elisa’s first nativity play.

On the ride home, my mother told me that all the parents from the nursery Tanya works at now buy Elisa Christmas presents every year – like toddler designer dresses (although I still don’t understand why such things exist).

It’s bringing tears to my eyes just writing this post.

Without the Supers who bought Tanya a freakin’ HOUSE, Elisa would still be in Moldova and Tanya and her husband would still be childless.

Whoever you Supers are: thank you.

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Breaking Dawn Parody by The Hillywood Show

What’s actually great about this parody, and the reason I’m sharing it with you, is that it is not offensive to fans of Twilight, the actors or the author. This is a genuinely funny and gorgeously filmed piece of entertainment that doesn’t seek to bully anyone.

That has been my discrepency with the ‘the whole Twilight thing’. It’s not that it’s a regressive story line, it’s not that it has a shit ending, it’s not even that some of the fans are quite scary; it’s the staggering amount of mistreatment towards those who dare to like it and the bullying of Kristen Stewart and Robert Patterson. It makes me furious. I’m not going to write an essay on how sickening Western culture can be in its mass media spitefullness, I just wanted to share this with you and point out its acheivement. Enjoy!

NaNoWriMo Prep: THREE ways to load your characters into the NaNo-launch-day cannon

“Dive right in!” they said. “It’ll be fun!” they said.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m talking about the word-cannon of inspiration. Getting to know your characters. If you’ve done much writing in your life before, you’ll know that starting anything can be one of the hardest things. NaNoWriMo is no exception. It’s midnight! Your friends have gathered, the room is silent with concentration, it’s time to flay the page with words…

But what words? Where do I begin? Does my character even like ice cream, I don’t know? Should I talk about the room or who McMary is looking at? Would McMary even be in the same room as her enemy yet?

There are only four days left, so, to lessen your nerves and make you feel more confident about who you’re writing about, try these three very simple exercises.

1. Monologue
Write one of your character’s talking. Just talking. No action description. A monologue. They have committed murder. This does not have to be relevant to your plot (unless you want it to be). This is a fun prompt.

2. Other Person Monologue
I’ll bet you all the money in the world that your character mentioned another person during their monologue. We’ll call him McJobe. Now, write another monologue from McJobe’s perspective.

3. Duologue
Finally, put McJobe and McMary in the same room and let them have a conversation. There should be conflict, either physically, verbally or internally.

From these, you might discover a plot idea that you’ll want to come back to during the downer-period that always comes with NaNoWriMo; when you’re lacking inspiration. It’ll also tell you how certain characters think, feel and react to various circumstances. What have you got to lose? Have fun!