How Writing FanFiction Has Made Me a Better Writer

Initially, fan fiction had been my saving grace giving me an outlet to write using characters and storylines from tv shows, books and movies that interested me but I thought could have ended differently. It gave me a chance to play around with couplings that I thought should have totally happened or that would have been interesting if they had happened.

Below I detail my introduction to fanfic, becoming a fanfic author and the lessons that several very honest and at times nasty reviews have taught me about writing.

What is this?

I stumbled upon fan fiction in the late summer of 2010. I had just graduated high school a few months previously and was looking forward to college. My mother had become ill and had to stay in the hospital for several days and to pass time I took full advantage of the free WiFi. I can’t recall what led me to click or what I typed into the Google search but there was this word I had never heard of before, fanfiction or fanfic for short.

This was intriguing.

“I had my ass handed to me, digitally, chapter by chapter; and it was the most eye opening thing that could have happened to me as new writer.”

It Begins

I began to read several stories a day and created an account on a fanfic platform with a very catchy screen name. My first attempt at writing and publishing a story online came in the form of a Harry Potter one-shot ( a short story in which the writer will continue no further) and it was absolutely awful.

Every bit of that 2,192 word story was rushed and it was obvious.

The prospect of having one of my stories live forever in the digital void had me excited, thrilled even to the point I opened up a word doc and frantically typed the night way, all the while skipping story continuity and plot development.

Although I am not an English buff or part of the grammar patrol, persistent errors tend to be a bit of a pet peeve I have developed over these past few years. But what I truly lacked was continuity. The story was all over the place there was no connection as the reader moved through each chapter. It was as if every chapter represented a different thought and they all could become their own one-shots.

A properly developed story has to be just that developed. I learned this the hard way. The lesson came in the form of some nasty reviews. I vividly recall the reviews of one reader of another fanfic I had written. This person reviewed each chapter (at the time I had written and posted 22 chapters) and each was at minimum a paragraph laying out everywhere I went wrong with the characters and how the story line didn’t make sense in certain places. For newly starting out me, those reviews delivered the equivalent of a digital right hook leaving my jaw on my keys.

Now, the tricky thing with using worlds and characters that others have created and that are well known, in the case with Harry Potter, Twilight, etc., the reader enters into the story with a certain expectation of how that character’s personality and how they should behave.

For me that is the beauty of fan fiction. I can give the reader a new perspective on a well known character and this has afforded me the opportunity to see the humanity in the characters that I create. I have learned how to make them real. Writing these stories gives me practice with continuity and simply put I really enjoy writing them and I can honestly type that after playing in someone else’s world it inspired me to create my own.

Flash Fiction

So, I am ready and I can’t wait to read along side some amazing writers such as Marina Reznor, Schuyller Randall, Marty Elder, Benjamin Hewitt (Monsoon 117), Jason Head, W. B. Henley, Nancy Dorman-Hickson, Michael Virga, Bobby Matthews, Donna Thomas and Sean DeArmond.

This event will be live-streamed this Saturday, March 19th at 2pm CST click the link below to check us out!

In the Silence

It is here the thoughts came rushing back. Ideas and passion that I thought long forgotten came reminding me of before when my responsibilities weren’t as heavy and I could breathe a little easier as the stresses of adulthood and career had yet to hold me hostage.

I’m finally home, free from distraction, momentarily unrestrained from obligation.

Away from endless loops of hair tutorials and conspiracy theories. Here in the silence I am reminded why I stopped talking that summer.

This past weekend I did something that I hadn’t done since high school-sat in silence, no tv, no cell phone just my thoughts. The feeling was uncomfortable and much needed.

It is here that all senses are alive and that dead feeling, the nagging feeling of only existing fades. In the Silence I can hear the rain fall onto the drive way, I can finally taste the coconut milk in the lukewarm coffee.

In the Silence I find discomfort and yet I find a strange peace; I am re-discovering the Creative, the Dreamer and the Humanist has returned; pieces of me overshadowed by the Cynic, the Perfectionist and the Pessimist. I know now that I must deaden the noise and snuff out the blue light.

In this dreary hour and in the small room in this silence I have found ME.