Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Write, Stubbornly!


 
A few days have gone by since the end of June Avatar Blogger Month at iRez. It’s now time to reflect back and share a bit of the experience from a technical point of view.

Undertaking a blogging challenge that lasts for a month is quite an enterprise. Thirty days of writing, thirty ideas, thirty moments when we sit down before a blank page.

At the beginning, the thrill is bigger than the full realization of the commitment we have made. However, after the first few days, the colossal size of this enterprise sinks in. That is when planning becomes extremely important.

Preparing texts ahead of time makes it possible for you to take a break in between posts, especially when you life simply decides you’re not to have any free time to write. That will happen. It’s inevitable.
My strategy was simple. I think!

Given that I use Second Life locations to find inspiration for my stories, whether they are short-stories or flash-fiction, I start with a picture first, an image that opens the door to a large array of ideas I can then select from.

For a short-story, I choose a location. Then I spend time in that sim, I walk about, I talk to the residents, I take a couple of pictures. I then try to organize these pictures in a sequence that becomes a roadmap for the story.
After the locations, it’s time to deal with characters and plot. Who lives here? What do they do for a living? Who are they friends with? Who are their enemies? What kinds of trouble/mischief are/were they involved in? How would they get out of trouble? With whose help? And who would prevent them from being successful?

For more on narrative structure, check Vladimir Propp, for example.

As you can see, there’s a bit of planning needed to write a short-story, but I keep it simple. I take a few notes, especially the names of characters (yes, I do tend to change their names in the middle of the story and start calling Mark by the name of Max, for instance)! I also take a few notes about what happens at each location. Beyond that I just let the story flow. As I’m writing, it often happens that the initial idea for the story takes a completely different direction and I usually go with it (hence the word imprudently in my profile)!

For flash-fiction, I use only one picture or one word/expression prompt. The first sentence frequently comes to my mind fairly quickly. In flash-fiction, it’s important not to repeat ideas, something that happens in long fiction quite often, for example the narrator explains the situation and emphasizes it by adding a character talking to another character about it (the value of this being quite debatable, in my opinion). In flash fiction, there’s no room or time for that!

Also, because character and plot development are less complex, language becomes very significant. I tend to write complex and long sentences, because English is not my first language (Portuguese is). Therefore, I must make an intentional effort to simplify the sentence structure in order to craft a more fluid text. Multiple editing revisions are often needed until I am happy with the result!

I also pay close attention to vocabulary, avoiding repetitions and making use of synonyms. I realize this makes my writing sound a bit formal, but I try to compensate that by using diverse sentence patterns and a good rhythm in the text flow, balancing fast-paced moments - shorter words, action verbs - and slow-paced moments - longer words, adjectives and adverbs.

I’m ready. It’s time to sit down and write, stubbornly!

Drink

LEA13 Rust by Cica Ghost

“What’s this?” asked the stranger from an obscure planet.
“A tap, it gives water, see?” replied the innkeeper.
“Or something else, when we are lucky,” added a customer.
“Something else? Like what?”
“When democracy was abolished, a group of subversives hacked the water system and added a powder that shuts down the brain temporarily. They still do it today.”
“That’s terrible…”
“It depends. With workdays that are 18 hours long, being knocked-out for a day or two means rest time.”
“We have robots to do our work,” said the stranger appalled.
“We did too. Oddly enough, they became the subversives.”

Monday, July 1, 2013

Stage

Purple

It was long and deep, as any tragedy should be. After a drawn out silly-season, the media gathered for the opening, eager to witness the much awaited comeback of Pemberton’s work.
After two hours, of which one was an exasperating monologue, the journalist of a smallish publication stood up.
“Kill him already!”
Silence invaded the theater.
In a fit of rage, Pemberton hurried across the stage, coming from behind the curtain, and threw one of the props, a rather heavy one, at the journalist.
Unfortunately, having his masterpiece ruined was not the lowest moment of Pemberton’s day… or following years.

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Blind Jump Into... We Have Arrived!

LEA11

Here ends this trip we’ve started at the beginning of June. Today is the last post for Avatar Blogger Month.
Throughout the month, I visited many sims in Second Life that have inspired a large collection of stories, some happy, others sad. It was quite a marathon, but a lot of fun!
The first half of the month featured a short-story called “It Takes a Village” filled with suspense, mystery, murder and a lot of friendship, curiously enough!
The second half of the month was dedicated to flash-fiction. “Blind Jump Into…” proposed to write a story triggered by what a picture evoked, no preparation, just a keyboard, a picture and a plunge into the unknown of fiction!
This marathon also brought to life a fantastic collaboration with the artist Tabitha Raincloud. A few more
projects together are in the works and they promise to be very interesting.
A special word of thank you to Vanessa Blaylock for her support, patience and more support, and to London Junkers for encouraging my writing madness!
To all who read my posts, thank you for crossing the seas of stories with me. I hope you’ve enjoyed the trip!

This post is part of the Avatar Blogger Month event and was originally posted at iRez.

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Blind Jump Into... Electrifying

DaD Design

The open field offered no protection. A low sea of golden wheat surrounded the dance floor placed between two overhead power line poles. Patty would be there, for sure, and Robert had no place to hide.
Paul, his friend, was determined to have a birthday party in an unusual place, so instead of the habitual club, he chose his uncle’s property. The problem was that, at the club, Robert had found a few strategic hiding places, in the DJ booth, closed to the public, but open to him, because the DJ was his brother, in the storage room, closed to the public, but open to him, because the club owner was his school mate, and in the locker-room, closed to the public, but open to him, for the reason mentioned before.
Robert decided to sit as far away from the dance floor as possible. A few sofas had been placed around the planked area and he sunk in one of them, hoping to become invisible.
Patty arrived several hours later with a group of girlfriends, her entourage. The noisy group took over the party completely, becoming the center of attention.
Theirs had been an electrifying and intense relationship at first; however it turned into a bitter agonizing torture for him.
When she spotted Robert she darted over to him and, as usual, threw a string of accusation at him, that he was selfish, that he had cheated on her, that he wasn’t trustworthy.
As her screaming increased, still muffled by the loud music, a single ray of lightning struck the power lines, cutting one of them loose. The wire slashed the air dangerously, starting a complete chaos among the party guests.
Paul still tried to drag Robert away from her claws, but it was too late. The former couple met an ironically electrifying demise.

This story is part of the Avatar Blogger Month event and was originally posted at iRez.