At least to say what I'm thinking...
Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 11:11 pm
So, I'm writing the next part in my fan fiction, the Serengeti Series.
My writing pattern, as I have figured out over the past 18 months is like playing demolition on reinforced concrete walls.
I start with my long term goal. All the way on the other side of the building, I have this finished product that I want to have attained. What stands in its way? The story.
Which is depressingly ironic considering that the end goal I want to achieve is that same story.
Anyways, I face the first wall and generally throw some sort of explosive at it. It crumbles. These are the first 4 or 5 pages of any given chapter. A rush of excitement sweeps over me, and I get things done at a faster rate then any other time. Then, with a hole in the wall, I at least feel the motivation to go at it with a sledge hammer. It is slow. But it is progress.
I finally get through the wall (I've gotten through three so far) and breathe a sigh of relief. And in a fit of self-centeredness, I wait for some spectator or another to notice my efforts, and critique or congratulate me on the way in which the hole in the wall was made.
And then I sit staring at the next wall for a good number of months.
Maybe one day I'm walking my dogs, or I'm just sitting at the computer, and another explosive will be handed to me through some window. And the cycle continues.
And so now, I've just set dynamite to the fourth wall. I had hoped that afterwords I would be able to just tackle my way through it, but it won't budge. Yeah, past the analogy, I have writer's block.
But while I sit on the ground of this building and ponder about how to break through the wall, I begin to ponder other things. And they make me feel slightly guilty, and a bit sad.
For example, as I mentioned earlier, that desire to have somebody notice in some manner that I have written something. I have innocent intentions, in that I want to know whether or not I actually wrote effectively or not, and what I need to work on, but I have bad intentions too. I want to hear that I did really well.
In short, I don't write just for myself. Many people do. Certainly there are those out there who want to see their story played out well. Granted, this writing for one's self is hardly non-existent in my own desires. It's an imaginative release. I love that. It's a chance for me to be a director of sorts, a playwright. I love that.
But there is something incorrectly (of my own stupidity I mean) depressing when I see no or few responses for what I've written. Thoughts rush into my head like "does no one care?"
I am well aware that practically everyone does. The main reason fictions go unresponded to is that we find ourselves really, really busy. That's unavoidable.
But then, I think back to the stories I've heard of what I would like to call the glory days of Beast Wars International. Fictions were communally known and respected. At least, that is what I have often heard. I do not wish to paint it like foreigners saw America in the 19th and early 20th century, where there was a "chicken in every pot", so I know that not every fiction could be given advice. But I hear tell it was a lot better.
The main thing I've thought of in response to this is the growing size of the community. Simply put, there has been too much to keep up with. A great deal of fictions were already posted by the time I got here, and just as a I am a slow writer, I am a slow reader. Terribly slow.
And then I get back to the whole conceitedness thing. What did I begin my series for? For praise? That's certainly not what God would ask of me. But is it true?
Yes, partly. I work on stories, I guess I just want to hear back for it. Then again, I did want to write it just so I could say "That's right, I have a fan fiction on here, it's done (you'll notice, as I've mentioned, that in about 18 months, I still haven't finished), and hopefully, its epic." That seems fair enough in itself to me.
The sad thing is, I'm probably one of the least to talk. I guess the biggest thing I think of is the wonderful review I received from Nyx in the very first Bwint newsletter.
But I guess, in a way, I feel like the well has run dry. I have one person, 7knightwolf, who has reviewed all three parts of my story, and that is it.
But I didn't write this to complain about my "oh so terrible review streak" (which is not so terrible after all). I wrote this to complain about my selfishness.
I guess I'm writing this all to ask a few questions: What is the motivation for writing fan fiction? Is it to write for one's self? Is it to better one's writing skills? Is it to have fun?
Most importantly, is it wrong to have expectations for feedback? Because, I'm finding most everyone is in the same boat, especially with my experiences on Fanfiction.net. Over there, you've got people who's stories have been up for months, and they have like, two reviews. From a global reading community?
And then, I suppose, an author's supreme reward, even above receiving direct feedback, is to at least have their story read. It is less satisfying, and far more fulfilling at the same time. So, how many fictions do you all find yourselves reading even if not necessarily writing back about?
And when is it, perhaps, wrong to write fan fiction? Can it be wrong?
There, I've said what's inside my head.
My writing pattern, as I have figured out over the past 18 months is like playing demolition on reinforced concrete walls.
I start with my long term goal. All the way on the other side of the building, I have this finished product that I want to have attained. What stands in its way? The story.
Which is depressingly ironic considering that the end goal I want to achieve is that same story.
Anyways, I face the first wall and generally throw some sort of explosive at it. It crumbles. These are the first 4 or 5 pages of any given chapter. A rush of excitement sweeps over me, and I get things done at a faster rate then any other time. Then, with a hole in the wall, I at least feel the motivation to go at it with a sledge hammer. It is slow. But it is progress.
I finally get through the wall (I've gotten through three so far) and breathe a sigh of relief. And in a fit of self-centeredness, I wait for some spectator or another to notice my efforts, and critique or congratulate me on the way in which the hole in the wall was made.
And then I sit staring at the next wall for a good number of months.
Maybe one day I'm walking my dogs, or I'm just sitting at the computer, and another explosive will be handed to me through some window. And the cycle continues.
And so now, I've just set dynamite to the fourth wall. I had hoped that afterwords I would be able to just tackle my way through it, but it won't budge. Yeah, past the analogy, I have writer's block.
But while I sit on the ground of this building and ponder about how to break through the wall, I begin to ponder other things. And they make me feel slightly guilty, and a bit sad.
For example, as I mentioned earlier, that desire to have somebody notice in some manner that I have written something. I have innocent intentions, in that I want to know whether or not I actually wrote effectively or not, and what I need to work on, but I have bad intentions too. I want to hear that I did really well.
In short, I don't write just for myself. Many people do. Certainly there are those out there who want to see their story played out well. Granted, this writing for one's self is hardly non-existent in my own desires. It's an imaginative release. I love that. It's a chance for me to be a director of sorts, a playwright. I love that.
But there is something incorrectly (of my own stupidity I mean) depressing when I see no or few responses for what I've written. Thoughts rush into my head like "does no one care?"
I am well aware that practically everyone does. The main reason fictions go unresponded to is that we find ourselves really, really busy. That's unavoidable.
But then, I think back to the stories I've heard of what I would like to call the glory days of Beast Wars International. Fictions were communally known and respected. At least, that is what I have often heard. I do not wish to paint it like foreigners saw America in the 19th and early 20th century, where there was a "chicken in every pot", so I know that not every fiction could be given advice. But I hear tell it was a lot better.
The main thing I've thought of in response to this is the growing size of the community. Simply put, there has been too much to keep up with. A great deal of fictions were already posted by the time I got here, and just as a I am a slow writer, I am a slow reader. Terribly slow.
And then I get back to the whole conceitedness thing. What did I begin my series for? For praise? That's certainly not what God would ask of me. But is it true?
Yes, partly. I work on stories, I guess I just want to hear back for it. Then again, I did want to write it just so I could say "That's right, I have a fan fiction on here, it's done (you'll notice, as I've mentioned, that in about 18 months, I still haven't finished), and hopefully, its epic." That seems fair enough in itself to me.
The sad thing is, I'm probably one of the least to talk. I guess the biggest thing I think of is the wonderful review I received from Nyx in the very first Bwint newsletter.
But I guess, in a way, I feel like the well has run dry. I have one person, 7knightwolf, who has reviewed all three parts of my story, and that is it.
But I didn't write this to complain about my "oh so terrible review streak" (which is not so terrible after all). I wrote this to complain about my selfishness.
I guess I'm writing this all to ask a few questions: What is the motivation for writing fan fiction? Is it to write for one's self? Is it to better one's writing skills? Is it to have fun?
Most importantly, is it wrong to have expectations for feedback? Because, I'm finding most everyone is in the same boat, especially with my experiences on Fanfiction.net. Over there, you've got people who's stories have been up for months, and they have like, two reviews. From a global reading community?
And then, I suppose, an author's supreme reward, even above receiving direct feedback, is to at least have their story read. It is less satisfying, and far more fulfilling at the same time. So, how many fictions do you all find yourselves reading even if not necessarily writing back about?
And when is it, perhaps, wrong to write fan fiction? Can it be wrong?
There, I've said what's inside my head.