So I got the sweetest emails this past week from a couple kids. These were a little different from the very nice letters I normally get because the kids asked more or less the same question, and one I'd never have expected: was it okay if they wrote stories set in the ASHES universe? More to the point, could they write about a particular character they really liked? Could they make up new characters and run with them? (One kid even said she'd modeled her Minecraft world on ASHES.)
In other words . . . these guys wanted permission to write fan fic.
Well, knock me over with a feather.
As an unabashed but recovering Trekker, I'm no stranger to fan fic. Heck, "A Ribbon for Rosie," my first published story--and a prize-winner, to boot--was fan fiction set in the Voyager universe. I've done a ton of work for hire, and I count many tie-in writers as friends and colleagues. A couple, I recently tagged for the Next Big Thing Blog Hop because, in my experience, tie-in and wfh writers get too little respect and recognition for a lot of very hard work. (And I know the work's hard because I've been there, done that--and anyone who thinks it's easy doesn't know apples from their . . . well, use your imagination.) What people forget: sure, the universe may already exist, but for a wfh-writer, every word is original. Every plot is theirs, even if they must get a certain character from A to B by the end of the book. They just don't own the copyright.
No, this isn't going to be a diatribe on a variant of wfh writers don't get no (or enough) respect, even though they don't and most especially not from big-name publishers. All of us who've done wfh and tie-ins know that. <shrug> You learn to live with and come to a state of grace about that, while at the same time realizing that, to the fans of those universes, your books are a big deal. Having gone to GenCon and a bunch of ST conventions, let me tell you: these fans are loyal; they'll stand in line for hours; they're dying for you to write that next book.
But I digress. What I thought about when these kids popped into my inbox was the fun I had, as a kid myself, making up my own stories about, oh, Batman, Star Trek, Lost in Space . . . even My Favorite Martian. At a certain level, every child who's ever opened a book or become a fan of a show or movie inserts herself into the narrative. It's inevitable; this is what it's like to be lost in a book. There's a fancy name for it in media studies: textual poaching. While the French critic, de Certeau, wrote about this first, I'm a bit more familiar with Henry Jenkins's work that focused on the Trek universe (and, at the time, while I didn't find all his points that convincing, the theory's right on--and, oh, I do love that cover).
While I agree that this kind of appropriation is all about power and resistance--think, for example, of all that good, homoerotic Trek slash fiction out there--the reality is this: when people find a world compelling, they want to be a part of it any way they can. The psychology that drives this is no more mysterious or different than the desire to dress up on Halloween or cut loose at Mardi Gras, both socially sanctioned opportunities to act out fantasies. That this acting-out is limited; that there are boundaries you can't cross . . . this is where the power inequities come in that Certeau and Jenkins are talking about. You can create on paper what you can't do for real. You can enter a universe you desperately want to be a part of on your own terms. It's what drives the desire to write and the fun of reading fan fiction.
So, is fan fiction wrong or bad? Well, it depends, doesn't it? Copyright protections exist for a reason. Can you write fan fiction? Sure, without question. What you can't do is write and then show what you've written to your friends, or post it on the web, etc., for money. But what if you share your story with only one friend? Or two? Or ten? When does this sharing, this more-than-one-person experience, become a violation? Is it a violation only when you do it for money?
As you might expect, there are authors who fall on both sides of the fence about this. I'll tell you what I told those kids: I used to do the same thing when I was your age; I'm thrilled you love my stories; I'm tickled my work inspires you to try your hand.
Now, did I encourage them to write their own original stuff instead? Of course. But do I understand the impulse? Sure. Can they sell what they write? No. Can they show it around?
Gosh . . . I'm divided about that because then you're getting into the tricky slippery slope part. On the one hand, all they're doing is spreading the love, and that makes me feel good. Honestly, if there's enough love and drive out there, this kind of thing becomes unstoppable. I know; I'm a Trekker; grabbing that narrative and continuing those stories was half the fun, and what eventually got me writing. If fan fiction encourages kids to read and write, I'm all for that, too. You can argue that fan fiction has a lot going for it and benefits you might not have imagined.
But . . . here's the bugaboo: what about the people who may, eventually, charge a couple nickels for a story? Who give folks a taste, and then tell them that if they want more, they have to pay? See what I'm saying? Now they're making money off something that I-- some other writer/actor/painter--own.
So, yeah, the potential for abuse is there. My gut is that most fans are polite; they're enthusiastic; they understand that the sand has to remain in the box. To be honest, I see more good coming of this than bad.
Granted, I really don't have to worry about this. Stephen King has these problems, not me. For the moment, I'm just tickled a couple kids out there like the series and want to play in that sandbox. So long as they behave--now, Joey . . . no, honey, you really can't throw sand in Jessie's eyes--it's all good, and maybe a lot more because what they build, they build from the ground up with passion and love for what I've given them.
Go for it, kids.
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Monday, February 18, 2013
Friday, October 12, 2012
The Absolute Truth about My Muse—as Far as You Know
by Jordan Dane
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Every time someone asks me about my muse, I lie. (If you write fiction for a living, is it really lying?) I tell some people it is my two rescue dogs Taco and Sancho or I blame my weirdness on my peculiar rescue cats. There are days these aren’t lies exactly, but they’re not entirely the truth. Today I’m finally coming out with the truth, as best I can figure this out. My muse is a seven headed hydra with a flying horse body. There, I said it. And it looks something like this.
The flying horse comes from my love of anything HORSE. That love turned me onto reading as a kid in elementary school. I read every book in my school library that had a horse in it. I love westerns, but my favorite horse book was a fantasy with a flying one. I actually worked to buy my first horse and ended up with my family owning several. Noble creatures.
The first good-looking hunk (head) on the left is actor Eric Etebari who played the dark assassin, Ian Nottingham, in the short run TV show on TNT, Witchblade. I became so enthralled with his character of a noble assassin that I wrote fanfiction on the show for six months. When the show got cancelled, I could have shriveled up and forgotten about my writing, but it was the best thing that could have happened to me, as I look back. I made up my mind to write original stories after that.
Next to Ian Nottingham is Zig Ziglar, motivational speaker who flipped a light bulb over my head when he said that he wrote his non-fiction book doing it a page a day. I thought, “Hell, I could do that” and made up my mind to try. Zig isn’t a motivational speaker for nothing.
Next to Zig is Robert Ludlum (RIP), the master of espionage thrillers who wrote the Jason Bourne series and many other great spy novels. He amazed me with his style and pace. Even as a reader, he struck me with his amazing talent and still does when I replenish my writer’s soul by rereading books of his from my personal library. He made me a crime fiction author for life.
The Cyclops dude represents my crazy family. It takes a village to raise a writer and I was no exception. I still call my mom everyday and read her what I write in its raw form. My siblings are all very supportive. And my husband is my number one fan, but not in a creepy way like Kathy Bates and he axe. (In the book Misery by Stephen King, she used a turkey carving knife. Read it and you will never see Thanksgiving the same way again.) My husband clears the way so I can focus on my work every day and is my brainstorming partner when I need a level head.
The Grizzly bear is my memory of Alaska where I lived for ten years. My heart is still there. Whenever I get lonely for it, I contact friends I have who still live there, but I can also write about it. My books EVIL WITHOUT A FACE and ON A DARK WING are set in Alaska.
The dangerous looking woman on the right is my love for strong empowered women in the books I write. Even when these women have incredible emotional baggage, like my bounty hunter Jessica Beckett in my Sweet Justice series, they find a way to survive and thrive. Creating the right man to deserve them is a bonus.
But perhaps the most important muse is the one who reminds me why I started writing in the first place. The central woman with a book in her hand is YOU. With every book I write, I start a circle (my journey), but that journey is only half complete. It takes a reader to take that trip with me and complete the circle. Hearing from my readers, especially in the wee hours of the morning via email, can absolutely lift me to a higher place. No lie.
So as you can see, I am surrounded by my muse every day and it’s a seven-headed winged horse Hydra. Did you really think my muse was a puppy? Pffftt. Wiggly puppy tails and the smiley faces of my rescue dogs feed another (no less important) part of my soul, but my writing muse is a beautiful magnificent beast.
What about you? Do you have a hydra of influences in your closet…maybe wearing a jet pack?
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