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Being Historical with doughboycafeHistory is cool. I could try to explain why, but if you aren't already interested, there's a better way to get on board: read and/or write historical fiction. Only...I can't say anything there, I don't know anything about historical fiction!
Luckily, dA has a strong cadre of historical fiction writers. I (metaphorically) sat down with one of the outstanding, doughboycafe:
What is "historical fiction"?
I think that it is, quite simply, fiction set somewhere in history. Though it usually draws on one or more actual events, we get to make up the whos and the whys and the hows.
That isn't to say it isn't accurate, however. Historical fiction, good historical fiction, is well researched and the details of the time period, social situation, and culture should reflect real ideas, technology, and cultural values.
If you have to do the same amount of research, why not nonfiction?
I guess that all depends on your
FotoFriday: coming at you~Welcome to FotoFriday at #CRLiterature #6!
We brought FotoFriday back by popular request a little over two months ago. Last week, Nichrysalis featured this image as a prompt:
Here are the pieces this image inspired:
Please share your thoughts and comments (and even favorite ). They've posted their work for the world to see, and we thank them for getting involved!
How does FotoFriday Work?
Every other Friday we will post a photograph from a deviant's gallery that we find intriguing and interesting. Using this photograph as a prompt, you are encouraged to write something—anything—based on it. It doesn't matter what form of writing, how much you write or even whether you end up with a complete piece—this is all about the prompt and what it inspires!
Send Us Your NewsCRLiterature members have had the ability to submit news through the group for quite some time now. So if you didn't know about this, please don't let on.
Anyway, this is a refresher post to remind you all you can and should send us appropriate goings-on.
Nothing new here. Submit a blog, it goes to the queue, admins vote. If it's declined you will be notified of why. You may also be asked to make changes, and yes, these are team opinions, not simply that one person being confused or anything.
How to Submit
Make sure you're a member (requests are auto-approved so, yeah, no excuses). Go here. Click on the + sign. If you already have the thing posted as an article, you will have to make a duplicate for us. We're okay with you linking back to the original from there, but we do ask that you still send us a post that meets all the
Being Real with PoesdaughterThere's nothing better than a good story...unless it's a good story that also happens to be true. And that's why we have an entire genre known as "creative non-fiction." It doesn't get a lot of press on dA, but essayists like David Sedaris and authors like Mary Roach and Jon Ronson routinely make the bestseller list, and rightly so. Creative non-fiction isn't limited to essays and memoirs.
Which doesn't say what creative non-fiction is. Thankfully, better minds are on hand to answer that question.
While PoesDaughter is new to dA, she's no stranger to creative writing—her master's thesis is a series of creative non-fiction essays.
What is "creative non-fiction"?
Oh, geez. This very question always sparked interesting "discussions" in my creative writing classes in college, and I don't think anybody had like definitions! I mean, this is something that's been up for debate for...
Trust me, I'm publishedWith all the absolutely solid stuff floating around about avoiding scams, I wanted to take a look at when you can and can't trust what someone is saying.
Before I get into that, here are the journals I have in mind:
All these guys have a good chunk of real-world publishing experience. Specifically, SadisticIceCream and DorianHarper have or are currently working directly with well-established publishers, and I'm pretty sure tiganusi would voodoo death me if I made shit up so you'll have to ask him what he's done.
(PinkyMcCoversong has a ton of resources and industry experience, and vglory is a local deity at Absolute Write, plus an expert in the world of erotica. Beccalicious does scripty things, LiamSharp posted a great article on getting into the comics industry, and if I think of others, I'll add 'em. There are a lot of people here w
Literature Gallery RestructureUPDATED GALLERY STRUCTURE - APRIL 4
If you haven't browsed Literature lately, it's a mess. Sure, some of it comes from people whose work truly transcends genres (ever read the Library of Congress classification for Gravity's Rainbow?) and some of it comes from how people choose to interpret certain genres (godsdamnit, 'dark' is not the same as 'horror'! No, this gallery hasn't existed in ~6 years. Stop judging me).
But a lot of it comes from people having trouble navigating the galleries.
Based on your feedback and more backroom discussion, we've reupdated things! Please keep in mind that a lot of discussion went into the updates, so when you do get mad about them do it with the assumption that there's a reason behind this
All galleries will accept text and PDF submissions unless otherwise specified.
Characters & Settings
The original divisions of Contemporary, Historical, and Sci-Fi & Fantas
Forum Stickies UpdateHello everyone!
If you're a forum regular you may have noticed the forum stickies being updated. There are a couple left, but we'll have those up for you as soon as we're happy with how they look.
Also, there's a brand new Need HELP thread that you may find useful even if you're not a forum regular!
We're hoping to make the forums easier to use and understand. Here are some key highlights:
The forum rules are now titled "READ BEFORE POSTING"—we're hoping this will make them more obvious to newbies (thank you raspil for that suggestion way back when).The first bullet point of every forum refers to FAQ 801, which applies across the board and should be read by everyone before posting a thread. The second one always includes a link to the Need HELP thread (see above for a link, it's super-nifty).Some things that were previously only mentioned in the Deviants Forum are now in :faq801:We've added
THANK YOU, BECCAThe literature community has expanded a lot since dA was founded. Aside from new functionality, we're now at over 2 million people. A lot of hard work has gone into the transition from teeny to massive, and one of the outstanding people in making that happen has been Beccalicious, way back when with Writers-Workshop and then as a literature Community Volunteer.
Unfortunately, as she's announced here, life has finally got in the way, and so she's stepping down. But that doesn't mean we'll let her go without a proper send-off! Especially since I hear there are fewer cat GIFs in reality.
I've had the honour of knowing Becca for many years and there simply aren't enough words to properly express how special she really is. Becca has selflessly given time and effort into shining a bright light on the literature community and the deviantART community as a whole. The last year she
Urban Evisceration there is a thundering of one hundred buffalos-
the metro awakens
and stampedes across the pre-cast
terrains of my intestines
welders busy mending on one end
cutting on the other
surgeon handed precision and each moment costing another man's life
whether or not he may set food on his table
all poets are used to deceitare you still savoring
the taste of deceit
off the edge
of your limerick tongue?
you know what i mean
you "poet of unusual sorts,"
chaotic green eyes
and skin of pale misfortune
leaving scents of sweet seas when oceans
begin to spite you.
yes, your silent panthers,
loyal only to the sound of sonnets
of broken piano chords
and keys and torn six-strings.
those slithe things will
prove to you
that betrayal is just eight letters
of pleasure undercover.
it's these little beauties that
will make you see;
every liar was an artist
and every poet was a whore,
just till the point
they owned you no more.
every limerick was a trap
and every stroke a cry;
and my every little breath,
sweet deceit strolling by.
Unused Lines From Love PoemsYou are as rare and beautiful as a 3 chambered peanut.
You're like a dandelion growing in a gravel driveway
beautiful, I swear!
You are like punch at a high school dance (I want to spike you!)
You're like a skunk but I proudly go out wearing your scent.
You are the wind while I am at sea on a steam powered boat.
You are sunlight and I am wearing SPF 50.
You are the lifesaver under the one at the top of an open
roll that has been dwelling in a linty pocket.
You're like a remote control with the only 2 buttons I need
(channel and volume.)
You're like a troll guarding the bridge to my heart.
You are the brain freeze after gulping a cherry Icee.
You're like a hurricane tearing away the foundation
of my house.
Your love is silent but deadly, like a ninja,
not a fart.
You're England and I am the Norman invasion, baby.
You are a hot and humid day making my back
stick to the leather couch.
You're a Shakespearean sonnet written to appease
a grumpy old English professor.
You are a pirate sailing
Creativity's CreatureCrack open the spines,
Let the lifeblood of literature
Run warm on your hands,
Stain your eyes with its inky
Spilling soul, tumbling words
Over words into worlds.
Use your finger as a crowbar
To prise paragraphs from pages.
Be aware of rustling parchment, whispering words:
The sound and the light conspire
To damn you to sleep.
Escape: paper rushing by like a train's view
Drain the last dregs, as grounds
From a well-brewed mug of coffee;
The sweet settling leaves you achingly alone,
Wishing once more for the feel of creativity's creature
At your fingertips, tainted with its inky blood,
Its bloated, papery flesh indulged by imagination.
The poem tips nothing.The poem tips nothing. Perfectly
it nods with curt politeness at
the waitress with the emblazoned
name tag reading I
am just trying to get out of here too,
and it does
not pick at my bones (polite).
The poem tips nothing. When it gets up
it leaves exact change, stacked silver
balanced on the blank plate,
enough to rework my lungs
and pewter heart
for when it comes back
Whispers Through GlassFidgeting fingerprints staining
Remembering tousled thoughts and too many
spaces, pauses, stops.
In between words.
Secrets settling beneath
lopsided laughter, and shared
with only three sets of hands.
Wavering waves as the bus
pulls hearts apart, with
sun-ripened smiles and goodbyes.
Today, tomorrow is far, even
when talking into plastic cups.
Cochineal and Beetle WingsI don’t love you
I was going to lead up to this. Maybe claim
there was something caught in my throat
about beetle wings, cochineal – you know,
they make that stuff out of flight. Lipstick, I mean.
I mean the truth is
I can only smile like an inferno because
something else isn’t going to be flying away.
And I was going to say I’m sorry but I’m not.
I was going to lie to you like you needed me to,
but pray tell me how to grace through three weeks I hoped
for some kind(ness) of hurricane, so we could recalculate
in the aftermath, and nobody would blame me then for judging
that we came up empty. I mean, I was going
to lie. It tripped off my tongue. I shouldn’t have
let it. I’m too weak sometimes. Couldn’t brace a hollow hulk
of sentence on my shoulders without crumbling, and
all the time you caught me when I wanted to fall
I was struggling to say:
I don’t love you anymore.
And I should end this poem but I c
Londonthe city glows
bright copper, a scandal in
a luminous quivering waste
of fog and smoke.
I feel on my skin
the harsh glare of street lights,
a thick caking of
make-up, the lingering
of a parting kiss.
these streets are a string
a bright orgiastic tumbling,
the future glinting red
in a wine glass.
The VirtuesAn ode to the salvation of hearts
Honeyed hallelujahs of broken rejoicing
Made whole in the strange room of light
Tell me, old friend, now, about hope again.
That word on your lips, oh so long ago,
Was like a trumpet in the dark,
Awakening my stark recollection
So adeptly locked away under memories of dust.
Your quivering innocence moved me.
Like cold water in a rushing stream,
Rock that I was, the touch of your voice
Ran right over me,
Leaving an invisible but telling trace.
Since then hope has been my river,
And love the waters I ever return to,
Because this heart has faith in you.
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Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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