Do Authors Need to Access Emotions While Writing?

I’m surprised when I run into people who think authors shouldn’t access any emotions while writing.  They feel one must remain calm, clear-headed, and at peace even if the scene is one of anger or fear.  Never been given an explanation of why it’s bad to become emotional while writing, but I’m assured it will lessen the quality.  Clearly, I disagree with this idea.

I think an author has to access the proper emotions on some level in order to get it across in the story. They don’t have to be weeping to write sadness or roaring in anger like their character.  One can ‘access’ the emotions without letting them take over.  Even letting them peek out as you write will help to pick the proper words to get them across.  For example, it doesn’t feel genuine if I’m sitting there meticulously thinking about synonyms for glee since that means I don’t feel it.  The words I use will become flat and the characters tend to lack the proper nonverbal aspects.  A little dab of what I need is enough to help cross that bridge.

I think my mentality does stem from the belief that authors put some of themselves into their writing.  Call it the soul, heart, emotions, or whatever, but a person leaves a trace of their inner self when they write a story.  This isn’t something the reader can see and point out, but they can feel it coming off the words.  It’s an energy that triggers emotions, which I think is best done by the author feeling them in the moment.  Almost like we’re leaving a slumbering spell on the pages.  It won’t work if you’re numb and stoic while writing a high emotion scene.

Now, I do understand where people are coming from with this.  We tend to be raised to keep our emotions hidden, so showing them is bad.  For women, they might fear being called unstable, bitchy, unhinged, or other words for mentally ill.  For men, they might fear being called weak, a wuss, crybaby, and other mocking, emasculating phrases.  It’s messed up for everyone, especially since keeping emotions locked up leads to blossoming mental illness.  Not to mention physical issues as well.  So, some authors might not want to release their emotions even onto the page because they aren’t comfortable showing them to others.

This act does come with vulnerability too.  If you put your sadness into a scene and a reader says it’s funny, you can feel hurt.  It might seem like they are mocking your pain even though they didn’t mean too.  Yes, a reader is open to their own interpretation of scenes, but that doesn’t erase the potential damage.  As I said, an author puts a piece of themselves on the page and that can be emotionally risky.  Many, especially new authors, might not want to take that risk.

So, what do other people think about becoming emotional on some level while writing?  Does it help, harm, or mean nothing to creating the story?

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The Lion Tamarin Quartet

One of my favorite animals when I was younger was the Golden Lion Tamarin.  It was the name, the look, and the fact that it was tiny.  Now, I’ve learned that there are actually 4 types of Lion Tamarin.  The interesting thing is that they are split by all gold, all black, black with gold head, and gold with black head.  Anyway, they’re all adorable, found in Brazil’s eastern rainforests, and endangered due to fragmented habitats.

Some interesting facts:

  • They are all arboreal.
  • They are about 12 inches (30 cm) long with 18 inch (45 cm) long tails.
  • They get to about 12 ounces (900 grams).
  • They use their claws to dig into bark for bugs.  They also eat fruit and flowers.
  • Both parents help raise their kids with the mother nursing them and the father carrying them.
  • Upon birth, the father takes the children and washes them.
  • Lion tamarins typically have twins every year.
  • While they are small, lion tamarins are the biggest of the Callitrichidae (Marmost and Tarmarin) family.

Pictures from Google and videos are necessary:

Black Lion Tamarin

Black-Faced Lion Tamarin

Golden Lion Tamarin

Golden-Headed Lion Tamarin

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Goal Post: Some Steps Forward And . . . Nap Time

The last few weeks of the school year are always exhausting.  I’ve said before that I get the stress of being a TA and a parent of a teenager during this time.  My son had his hardest regents this week, so it was a bunch of work to get him ready.  I only had Monday and Tuesday evening to help, so we couldn’t do much.  The inability to really help him out took a toll on me.  Mostly because I’m having other personal issues that are causing me to sleep terribly . . . Let’s just say narcissists are horribly effective at hurting others.

The rest of the week had meetings, events, appointments, and weather patterns that left my sinuses aching.  I may have made a few missteps in going outside for a walk whenever time and weather allowed.  Realized yesterday that the non-rainy days had bad air quality due to pollen and I think some fires far away.  So, I was triggering my allergies and sinuses before bed.  Going to be using Claritin for the next few days to make sure I get back on my feet.  That should lllllladffffffffffffghafo . . . Okay, that would be me dozing off while typing and my head going onto the keyboard.  Might have to make this quicker than usual.

Darwin & the Beast Collector saw some progress since I’m up to typing in the chapter 3 edits.  Doesn’t sound like much, but I spent a lot of time searching the document for noted inconsistencies and issues.  So, I did the big, sweeping ones while doing for the first few chapters.  That means I made more progress than the pile of papers on my desk would let one believe.  I’m still really nervous about the story and how it will all work since it has a mystery element.  That’s never been my strength, but changes in character personalities and other things caused me to do this.  Even as I type this paragraph, I’m worried about the timeline being off.  I need to rethink a few things, but I won’t have time to tackle it again until Thursday when we’re off for Juneteenth.  Definitely not going to finish the hand edits until end of July, which is fine.

The plan going forward isn’t too complicated.  Family is coming over today for an early Father’s Day dinner.  My son has two NY Regents (state-wide final) and a regular final coming up.  So, he has to study and we need to put 1-2 hours aside each day for some Pokemon Go.  The weather is going to be rainy until next weekend, which is going to wear on my mood.  Monday is a full day of school for my students and then we’re doing half-days until the end of the month.  So, there’s going to be a lot of tying up loose ends and conserving my energy.  Not an exciting life, but it has to get done.  Though, the ‘exciting’ part are the things I can’t talk about in public.  Maybe one day.

Well, that’s really it.  At least I’m only exhausted and not sick.  Don’t want to end the school year or start summer break being sick.  Weekend after school ends requires I be outside each day for around 8 hours.  Need my energy and health for that endurance match, especially if the weather is brutal in any way.  Thankfully, we have a few weeks before I can tell how rough that’s going to be.

Goals of the week?

  1. Help son study for Global, Earth Science, and ELA finals.
  2. Pokemon Go outings when steam leaving our ears.
  3. Get better sleep.
  4. Stay as dry as possible.
  5. Help students prepare for transition to summer.
  6. Continue working on frustrating puzzle.
  7. Watch Spaceballs.
  8. Edit more Darwin & the Beast Collector when possible.
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Questions 3: Advancement of Civilization

Everyone has their own opinion on society.  Not only its current state, but its past and future.  Most people will claim the time period they grew up in was the best.  Others will hate their time and look at the past with rose-colored glasses.  You have those who judge the past by modern rules while others ignore the bad of the past.  All of this creates a strange sense of civilization where people might not agree on much beyond the simple facts.  So, let’s get opinions:

  1. What do you think is the greatest invention made by civilization?
  2. What do think is the worst invention that others think is great?  (Said this way because I know most will say social media, guns, and other answers that simply work off modern societal conflicts.)
  3. What part of human nature do you think is the most important one for civilizations to appear and thrive?
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Poetry Day: Return When You Have a Spine

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(Think we all know this type of person.  They’ve been around since the possibility of an anonymous criticism existed.  Probably been around longer than the written word.)

I get your message
With no name attached
Ripping me asunder
As if we are at war
Yet this is our first meeting

 

I did not provoke you
With any true intent
You were not within my thoughts
Since I did not know you
A shadow beyond my circle

 

But here we are at odds
You shouting curses at me
My face naked and exposed
Your face hidden
Behind the anon tag

 

I temporarily indulge
Releasing immediate rage
Daring you to continue
Raising my anger
Until I lose my interest

 

You will claim your victory
After I have left the scene
I will go about my life
Never knowing who you are
Soon forgetting you exist

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Why ‘Show, Don’t Tell’ Matters: A Second Look!

Greetings to one and all. Beem Weeks back with you again for the month of June! I’m re-visiting a topic I covered a few years ago: Show, Don’t Tell! …

Why ‘Show, Don’t Tell’ Matters: A Second Look!
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Is Non-Magical Food Preservation Possible in Fantasy Worlds?

At first, I thought food preservation would be difficult to explain in a fantasy world.  My mind got stuck on refrigeration and pasteurization, which are more modern.  Yet, humans have been preventing food from going back since 12,000 BC.  So, it wouldn’t be surprising for a fantasy world to do this without magic.  For anyone who wants to make it more detailed, here are a bunch of methods we have in our world:

  • Dehydration–  This is the first type of preservation found in human history and originated in the Middle East.  Meat was dehydrated to prolong it’s viability.  Later, people would perfect this on fruits.  At first, this was done using the sun, but fire would eventually be used instead.  This is also considered the earliest version of:
  • Curing– This is done with meat to slow spoilage and sometimes make the food taste better.  Smoking is one version, which adds phenols to enhance the flavor.  Some believe this was stumbled onto accidentally throughout human history until it was figured out for good.  Salting is the other version and involves burying the meat in a container of salt.  Many germs that lead to food poisoning require moisture to survive, so this destroys them.
  • Pickling– This is one of the forms of fermentation, which involves the food being put in a liquid where bacteria create lactic acid.  Various liquids can be used such as vinegar, salt water, and wine.  Unlike curing, this method is used on a variety of food types and not just meat.
  • Sugaring– This is a weird one because some sites put it under fermentation and others under dehydration.  The method is that you put the food into a container of honey or a sugar-based liquid.  Microbes are drawn out by the sugar, which kills them.  This technique was more popular in regions where they didn’t have enough sun for dehydration or access to pickling liquids.  It is also what led to the creation of jams, jellies, and preserves.
  • Cooling and Freezing– While there wasn’t refrigeration like we have today, ancient people did notice that food lasted longer when kept cold.  This will at least slow down the growth of harmful bacteria, but freezing could result in food lasting an entire winter.  Some methods were the creation of ice houses solely for food, burying meat in the nearby snow, and keeping caught fish within running, cold water.
  • Boiling– This is self-explanatory and used primarily for liquids, but also the solid food put in them.  For example, a stew that is heated long enough will kill off all the bacteria in the meat.  That’s pretty much it.  You boil the liquid until all of the bad stuff inside is dead, which is typically when it’s been bubbling for a while.
  • Canning and Jarring–  This method is more technologically advanced than the previous ones, but it’s viable for a fantasy world.  You don’t need magic for a person to create a container with a solid seal.  The real trick might giving them a way to get all of the air out of the containers without magic, but you can research all of the ways we do it in our world.

I’m sure there are more methods of food preservation, which can help stop a person from asking why the heroes aren’t getting food poisoning.  Hope people enjoyed this quick list of the common ones.

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Guest Post – Poetic Justice by Dan Antion and Willow Willers

I want to welcome Willow Willers and Dan Antion to Fiction Favorites. The two got together to craft an exciting story, and I’m so pleased they are …

Guest Post – Poetic Justice by Dan Antion and Willow Willers
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Teaser Tuesday: Drinking Champ

Cover Art by Jason Pedersen

(Another old excerpt from Legends of Windemere: Prodigy of Rainbow Tower. I basically found a bunch of old teasers from before I made the ‘Teaser Tuesday’ category.)

“So this is where you went,” Nyx slurs, awkwardly sliding to the floor.

“Eporwil must be so proud of you,” Luke says, his face a mixture of worry and mild amusement.

“The goddess of ale and I have an arrangement. I drink and . . .” she starts before her mind blanks out.

“How much did you drink?” he asks. He brushes strands of her ebony hair from her sweat-covered face.

“About four sailors’ worth before I gave up my chair,” Nyx proudly announces. She curls her fingers in her hair and nuzzles the warm tresses. “Unlike you and Aedyn, I don’t need a spell to help me drink. I love my warm, sweet hair, but my teachers always told me to stop playing with it. It isn’t lady-like and . . . my tummy hurts.”

Luke helps Nyx to her feet and tries to keep her steady. Nyx smiles and belches in his face before her throat starts gurgling. Forest tracker reflexes and self-preservation help Luke shove her head over the railing. He holds her hair back as she continues to lean over the side. Luke hands her a scrap of cloth, which Nyx smiles at and gladly accepts. She neatly tucks it into her shirt collar before wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Luke is about to say something when Nyx takes the cloth out and attempts to wipe her sleeve clean.

“This is entertaining,” Luke laughs.

Nyx’s speech suddenly becomes a frantic slur. “Don’t let Fritz look down my shirt.”

“I will protect your honor and chastity until you can take care of yourself,” Luke solemnly swears. He makes a small salute and bow, which Nyx giggles at. “Now, I think it’s time for you to grab a waterskin and try to get some sleep. Just lean on me and I’ll help you with that difficult activity we sober people call walking”

“I have a waterskin,” Nyx states. She holds up the dripping pouch and tries to pry it open with her teeth.

“Is it really water?” Luke asks suspiciously.

“Yup. Good old wine. Hey! Gimme back!” Nyx cries as Luke snatches the waterskin from her. He drops the waterskin over the railing and where it gets caught on the rudder. Nyx weakly reaches toward the railing as Luke drags her away.

“You can have it back tomorrow. Time for Nyx to get some sleep,” he says, noticing that Nyx is pouting and trying to deadweight herself. Luke sighs as she goes limp and he easily picks her up in his arms like a child.

“Put me down,” Nyx groans. She weakly bops Luke on the nose with her fist, but he refuses to put her down.

“In a bit. I never realized how light you are,” Luke states, wiggling his sore nose. “You can’t be any more than one hundred and ten pounds. I never had a reason to pick you up before, but I expected you to be heavier. Please, stop flailing and squirming.”

“You’re being mean, little brother,” she mutters.

“That’s the second time you’ve called me that. Why?” Luke asks.

Nyx repeatedly smacks him on the temple until her palm turns red. “You’re eighteen and I’m almost twenty. That makes you the little brother and me the big sister. I always wanted a little brother to play with. I’ll call you that for as long as we travel together. The two of us make a good team, so we should wander around Windemere for a while. Get some experience under our belts and see the world. We also have to defeat this great darkness that Cyril told me was coming.”

Luke stops a few feet from the party and looks at Nyx. “Great darkness?”

“Yuppers,” she happily replies. “Cyril said that my leaving Gaia was a sign that a great darkness would be threatening the world. I’m going to face it. I think. He was rather vague about what it had to do with me. You want to help me?”

Luke smiles at the drunken caster who is staring at him with half-closed eyes. “Sure. We can fight the great evil after we bring Kellia home. Now, you have to get some sleep before you find any more trouble.”

“Not great evil. Great darkness,” Nyx corrects him.

“I’m sorry. I will help you defeat the great darkness,” Luke says, his smile growing wider.

“Thanks, Luke. I knew you would be the one to help me if I asked. Kellia was right about you. You’re very kind and nice even though you can be a stupid jackass at times,” Nyx says, a crooked grin growing on her face. She yawns and playfully tussles Luke’s hair. “It’s like having my very own little brother. Someday you have to introduce me to my little sister-in-law that I keep hearing about.”

Luke quietly sneaks her below decks to her room and lays her on the bed without saying another word. He checks the waterskins that he finds around the room until he comes across one that has water instead of wine. Nyx takes it with minimal whining and drinks like a baby with its bottle until she falls asleep. Luke leans back in a creaky chair and keeps an eye on her for the rest of the night. He can hear the party end as the sun begins to leak through the partially covered porthole.

“I’m going to remember this night for a very long time,” Luke yawns, falling asleep in the chair.

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Critical Distance for Writers

The conversation about critical distance doesn’t come up often in writing circles. If someone does raise the point, critical distance is usually …

Critical Distance for Writers
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