This is where the rub is. I'm finding people confusing view point character with protagonist. Just because you are in a character's head (or mostly so) doesn't mean they are the protagonist of the tale.
With all that said, here's what I think should be happening in a writer's group, and here is what I tend to do when I put up something for review: 1- I bring a pen and paper. 2- I shut up! 3- I listen.
...are Creative Writing courses preparing writers to navigate publishing on a professional level? Are the students leaving university with a Creative Writing degree and understand the ins and outs of their industry?
What do I mean by "the zone"? I'm talking about that, sometimes elusive, feeling of being completely connected to your work. That feeling that you are in fact exactly where you are suppose to be, in the career you are meant to be in.
These aren't stories...these are happenings--a series of disconnected happenings befalling upon an innocent, often times undeveloped, character's head, without their consent, unjustly, just...because.
Should indie writers be really getting their hackles up? Does this bode for less options for them? Should they be shouting "publishing elitists" with this move?
I had recently posted a blog over on our dojo's website, entitled Creatures of Dedication. This blog basically looked at what I saw was present in students that you'd call dedicated to training, verses those that fall out of training. The major difference I see in the world of martial arts between the two groups... Continue Reading →
Many of my more seasoned vets out there know that opening a story up with weather is a giant no-no. The memo hasn't gotten out to some of our unpublished friends yet, however. Now, I'm not writing this blog to criticize other authors, or to poke fun. I'm writing this blog to look at some very good reasons to NEVER open up a story with weather. (Well...almost never. Wheel of Time novels open up with weather--the wind to be exact...but those openings aren't really the beginning, after all.)
This wasn't a story of some muscle-headed, diesel-guzzler, saving beautiful women in high octane action sequences. It was instead a cleverly veiled tale of a reluctant hero, roped into helping a disenfranchised party of capable warriors, journey-ho to reclaim their home from a sadistic, water-hording, overlord .