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Saturday Spotlight for October 27th, 2012
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1. Tell us a bit about yourself and your writing.
I've been writing for about... six years? But a lot of that was fanfiction. When it comes to original stuff, I'm a right newbie - I've really only been writing for two years or so. I appreciate my fanfic background though; those days taught me a lot about keeping characters consistent and playing in someone else's sandbox. I was always a stickler for keeping my stories as close to the original incarnations as possible.
The other thing I learned from those days was concision. I'm pretty good at getting to the point, without sacrificing too many details. Now that I write flash fiction, that's a great gift. The only problem is that I kinda lost my ability to write longer things; the thought of writing a novel blows my mind. I consider 1000 words to be stretching my limits, never mind what some people are doing for NaNo.
I consider myself more of a prose author than a poet, but lately that has more to do with some sort of loyalty to prose; poetry has become increasingly dominant in a few ways. I guess it's because I'm often just playing around with a prose piece, where poetry is all about craft right out of the starting gate.
Recently I've begun to delve into the world of creative nonfiction and I've been very pleased with the results. I don't have a particularly exciting life, but I'm learning how to make it interesting all the same when I write about it.
2. How do you feel about dA as a literature community?
I feel like dA has a lot of advantages that you can't get anywhere else, and this overshadows the (admittedly more vocal) disadvantages. I get a wide array of perspectives and experiences here, and therefore have many different lenses with which to examine my work. I don't necessarily want my work to be universally appealing, but I believe all feedback is worth having.
I really enjoy the constant flurry of contests and prompts and challenges - I'm rarely at a loss for inspiration. I like the reciprocal nature of the community. I am constantly bombarded with great stuff that gets delivered right to my inbox and I love stumbling on a gem buried deep (VERY deep) into the "Newest" page. Everything you want is out there if you'll just look for it.
3. How often do you find those gems? Once a day? Once a week? A few times a week?
It depends - as far at the "Newest" page goes, I find things there very rarely. There's just too much RP/fanfic to wade through (ALL of which is miscategorized and ticks me off to no end).
I prefer hunting through Favorites; I do so once a week for my journal features, hunting down lit. that needs more attention, which I often send to DLD later. I really try to find less well known authors; I like to do a stat check when I drop by profiles, just to gauge the general atmosphere.
4. You mentioned that you're starting to write creative nonfiction. For those who don't know what that is, can you summarize it? How do you go about writing creative nonfiction?
It's exactly what it sounds like - nonfiction with a creative slant. Where something like journalism is only about communicating the facts, creative nonfiction is factually accurate, but puts more emphasis on craft. It's not enough to say "this is what happened" - that's an article, a report. Which has its place, but that place isn't really in the creative realm. I don't have a particularly exciting life, but I'm learning how to write in a way that makes the ordinary interesting. I think that's a great skill to cultivate.
I started writing it over the summer, so I'm REALLY new at this game and I have a lot to learn. I'm even considering taking a course on it next semester. I'd written about friends before, and used events and characteristics inspired by people I knew, but never truly wrote anything I'd call nonfiction until recently.
Anyway, the thing that pushed me to write about my life was this absolutely amazing teacher I had over the summer; I loved his classes and just had to write about him. Partly because he was so interesting to me, but also because he was incredibly kind to me that summer, letting me sit in on his classes and hang out in the department and helping me out with my writing projects - I just wanted to do something for him in return, and writing was the only thing I had.
5. What other literature groups are you involved with?
The first group I ever got involved with was SixWordStories and I'm still there. I love super-short stories. Not long after that, I was brought on to the team at theWrittenRevolution to help out with contests and I'm still plugging away over there as well. I ran Sky-Scapes for a while, but turned over leadership when it became clear that I was putting down roots in the literature community. I started Biblioclasts with WyvernLetDie, but that group seems to have been put on the back burner for a while.
Right now, the bulk of my group time is split between EliteLiterature and DLD. I moderate applications over at EL and help out behind the scenes. And DLD keeps me busy hunting down literature to feature and putting together interviews every week. And yes, I posted my own interview. I'm a tool that way
The Watchmaker's Lover - RevisionYour clockwork appendages
were cold to the touch.
The industrial complex of your mind
was grating gear against gear
where the unoiled works
kept clacking away; your atrium
was a tick-tocking machine
that counted the hours while the rust settled in.
The mainspring spiraled round
your mechanical heart tensed
so tightly it showed in your face,
in your quivering hands,
your troubled eyes.
The unlubricated escapement never
released, oxidized into place
from ages of neglect.
Your lonely footsteps echoed
under orange gaslamps submitting
to the glare of red lanterns.
Used parts are yours for the taking;
here, a hairspring; there, slender
legs under shredded petticoats.
The joints of your fingers corroded
with arthritis and green rust,
curled around curls
of Caryatids uncalibrated
to your pendulum swing.
Your flinted eyes filed flaws away,
groomed for the fluxing process.
Oscillating gears locked into place
before your backlash recoil
forced the dual mechanism apart
with shallow breaths emergin
"The Watchmaker's Lover - Revision" by SilverInkblot
and white trim walls
hide behind the towering stacks of books
cluttering his kitchen.
The cat purrs on the windowsill,
perking his ears when
the kettle begins to whistle.
He slathers the toast
with butter - the real kind - and
takes his tea with too much sugar,
just the way she likes it.
When the day falls cold,
she leaves with a warmth
growing in the bottom of her chest.
"Buttermilk" by SilverInkblot
SuperimposeHe doesn't look like a gymnast. He's all button down shirts and frazzled grey hair framing wire spectacles, a picture perfect professorial archetype down to the very tips of his frayed shoelaces. But he was a gymnast once, or so he tells us, and I believe him because he smiles like he knows something while he's chatting before class.
It's strange to see that image superimposed over the current one the distinguished professor in pressed khaki slacks and a jacket, worn brown loafers exuding a faintly courteous manner (you can always tell them by their shoes), and a ring on the fourth finger of his left hand versus the athletic kid who went to college for a semester and grew nine inches too tall to keep doing what he loved so he took up a tennis racquet instead. Gymnasts don't wear suit jackets; no steel mill worker has such manicured nails. But the images are all there, flickering just under the surface and bubbling up again when he's recounting stories about his days in Pi
"Superimpose" by SilverInkblot
55 Word Stories - Part One1. Roulette
Logic dictated that he had to die eventually. By bullet or bullet train, he didn't care. And end was an end.
He's heard of this condition before Quantum Immortality. One multiverse incarnate that would live forever. Him. It was just his luck that he would be saddled with eternity.
He sighed and reloaded the gun.
2. The Chase
There is no scientific name for the delay between lightning and thunder. The light flashes across the empty fields of gold followed by the crash of sound racing to keep up, to catch its always faster partner. The thunder never quite reaches its elusive lover.
I guess what I'm trying to say is come back.
Roy G. Biv hated his name. He was not, nor had he ever been, a colorful man. His gray eyes were the same shade as the gray suit he wore to hide the gray hair that fell out and stuck to his jacket.
The gray clouds gathered overhead as he pulled out a gray umbrella.
"55 Word Stories - Part One" by SilverInkblot
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