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Apr. 8th, 2006
Workshop, wank and more wank
Apr. 8th, 2006 05:02 pmAttended a writing workshop this morning. The Power of Mood. Mostly good, except yet again, I got stuck with the hippie for a partner. Got nothing against hippies in theory. But the practice of trying to write with them sucks. They loves them the lofty, meaningless words. Barb dropped "zen" like I'd drop the f-bomb during an Edge, Shannon Moore, Mark Henry threeway match.
One exercise I liked had us taking a generic sentence (She walked out of the house and looked at the sky) and rewriting it to express certain emotions. I've already added the idea to my Things to double-check in the re-writing phase.
I also like that the instructor called re-writing "refining".
Embarrassing moment: We read a Virgina Wolfe essay, and I took a totally different view from the piece as everyone else did. There was a line in the essay that said (paraphrasing here) the reason why women were able to become writers before they were able to "invade" other mens' professions was that paper is so cheap.
I took it to mean that paper is cheap, and the only other thing you need is a brain. I thought she was cajoling other women to get on board-- a sort of "you have an opportunity here. Seize it". Everyone else felt the line meant she was mocking all the people who say that writing is easy. I like my idea better.
One broad was a romance writer. And boy, was she awful. Neon-purple prose. And proud as hell of it. Her heroine's name was Hyacinth, and the flower was everywhere in the prose. Always described with such perfect beauty and gracious attributes, and I think I was supposed to apply those same descriptions to the character. No thanks.
Wank I:
I'm kinda over-here-now, about the Daivari mpreg. I brooded for days. Days. I tried to calm myself by considering that the basic idea of the fic-- how others' might react to a pregnancy is a frightening but necessary think-on for chicks. I mean, pregnancy-scares are part of being female. Sorcha and I have joked about it, and we're in stable, loving relationships with men who don't hit us. Before I married Moe, preg-scares were scary shit.
But, even considering the story in that context, it was still offensive. It's sad that the "happy ending" is still detirmined by the male/dom. And that Daivari was only a host body for the baby. Ignoring for a moment the total improbability of mpreg, it's still a pregnancy. And that mean's from the moment Daivair finds out, he can't wrestle anymore-- and then because men lack a birth canal, the birth would involve two choices:
Assbaby going out the way it went in (Rectum? It nearly killed him)
or C-section. Never had a c-section, but I would imagine that healing the incision in the ab walls take a while. Not to mention getting a slit-open abs or a stretched-out butt back into ring shape. So how long would Daivari be out of action? And would there still be a spot on the roster for him when he comes back. Pro-wrestling is business where even the female performers don't continue with pregnancies. Look where it got Dawn Marie. Daivari would lose a ton by choosing to become pregnant, and that wasn't explored at all. So boo. I stand by my original wank.
Wank II: I was reading an article by a Native American writer. He was talking about how he's grateful NA fiction, is still by NA for Na. Unlike gay stories which have co-opted by straights, re-worked and sanitized for their consumptions. He felt that it's not so much a sign of America becoming more understanding of gays, but that turning them into sterotypes is a way of mocking and controlling them.
Which, I agree with to a point. I think there is some acceptance in that shows/movies/whatever that feature gay main characters being content with their gayness wouldn't be in mainstream media if the idea was abhorrent to the majority of the population. But the controlling and mocking line hit hard in light of the Mpreg fic.
Daivari wasn't written as a person. He was 90% stereotypical pregnant out-of-wedlock schoolgirl, 10% what the author thought was a shout-out to the joys of making a family outside of the mainsteam ideal of man, women, baby. He was nothing more than how other "more authoritive" people approved or disapproved of him. Bah!
Lastly, I used this icon because I am a bitch who likes to laugh at the duh of others. Haha!
One exercise I liked had us taking a generic sentence (She walked out of the house and looked at the sky) and rewriting it to express certain emotions. I've already added the idea to my Things to double-check in the re-writing phase.
I also like that the instructor called re-writing "refining".
Embarrassing moment: We read a Virgina Wolfe essay, and I took a totally different view from the piece as everyone else did. There was a line in the essay that said (paraphrasing here) the reason why women were able to become writers before they were able to "invade" other mens' professions was that paper is so cheap.
I took it to mean that paper is cheap, and the only other thing you need is a brain. I thought she was cajoling other women to get on board-- a sort of "you have an opportunity here. Seize it". Everyone else felt the line meant she was mocking all the people who say that writing is easy. I like my idea better.
One broad was a romance writer. And boy, was she awful. Neon-purple prose. And proud as hell of it. Her heroine's name was Hyacinth, and the flower was everywhere in the prose. Always described with such perfect beauty and gracious attributes, and I think I was supposed to apply those same descriptions to the character. No thanks.
Wank I:
I'm kinda over-here-now, about the Daivari mpreg. I brooded for days. Days. I tried to calm myself by considering that the basic idea of the fic-- how others' might react to a pregnancy is a frightening but necessary think-on for chicks. I mean, pregnancy-scares are part of being female. Sorcha and I have joked about it, and we're in stable, loving relationships with men who don't hit us. Before I married Moe, preg-scares were scary shit.
But, even considering the story in that context, it was still offensive. It's sad that the "happy ending" is still detirmined by the male/dom. And that Daivari was only a host body for the baby. Ignoring for a moment the total improbability of mpreg, it's still a pregnancy. And that mean's from the moment Daivair finds out, he can't wrestle anymore-- and then because men lack a birth canal, the birth would involve two choices:
Assbaby going out the way it went in (Rectum? It nearly killed him)
or C-section. Never had a c-section, but I would imagine that healing the incision in the ab walls take a while. Not to mention getting a slit-open abs or a stretched-out butt back into ring shape. So how long would Daivari be out of action? And would there still be a spot on the roster for him when he comes back. Pro-wrestling is business where even the female performers don't continue with pregnancies. Look where it got Dawn Marie. Daivari would lose a ton by choosing to become pregnant, and that wasn't explored at all. So boo. I stand by my original wank.
Wank II: I was reading an article by a Native American writer. He was talking about how he's grateful NA fiction, is still by NA for Na. Unlike gay stories which have co-opted by straights, re-worked and sanitized for their consumptions. He felt that it's not so much a sign of America becoming more understanding of gays, but that turning them into sterotypes is a way of mocking and controlling them.
Which, I agree with to a point. I think there is some acceptance in that shows/movies/whatever that feature gay main characters being content with their gayness wouldn't be in mainstream media if the idea was abhorrent to the majority of the population. But the controlling and mocking line hit hard in light of the Mpreg fic.
Daivari wasn't written as a person. He was 90% stereotypical pregnant out-of-wedlock schoolgirl, 10% what the author thought was a shout-out to the joys of making a family outside of the mainsteam ideal of man, women, baby. He was nothing more than how other "more authoritive" people approved or disapproved of him. Bah!
Lastly, I used this icon because I am a bitch who likes to laugh at the duh of others. Haha!