Writing Fanfiction is Okay

Writing Fanfiction is A-Okay

(Pictured David Taylor)

Rawiya aka Sharita Lira

Greetings readers, being a new author, you definitely want to get your name out there and you find so many different ways to do it. You submit to anthologies, you do free reads, you do guest blogs, you appear on sexsites. I have done all the above as well as do what is considered taboo by many, FANFICTION.

Now, I will confess, after I began seeing more publishing contracts, I started to shy away from even mentioning that I write it but truthfully, I don’t think there are many authors that haven’t. You have done it and you don’t even know it.

Consider this. You are at your laptop or desktop, you have the man and woman as your characters or in my case, the two men. You have Brad Pitt and his counterpart, Angelina Jolie in your head or George Clooney. You are putting them in your setting without even touching on their own personal information, just using that hot face and/or gorgeous body. Congrats, you have just wrote what is called Alternative Universe, Real Person, fanfiction.

I know it will alarm many that I say, I have written and still write RPF/AU. I have men that I love, George Clooney, my favorite actor to use of the moment, Boris Kodjoe, as well as my favorite former porn star, David Taylor and for those that know me, my favorite groups, Duran Duran and Depeche Mode.

You may wonder what has made me change my stance on this. Well, it was the amount of authors who have proudly admitted in interviews that they did it. So many of them have used that as a springboard to get their juices flowing, most, doing it on popular tv shows or movies like Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings.

Where the concern comes in is when you tread the thin line of putting out stories. As you may or may not know, you CANNOT publish fanfiction. So I cannot put a story out about my favorite groups with their names attached. Nothing relating to them can even be stated, but, as long as you follow the rules, you can have your inspiration in mind, no law against that.

In my short experience, a lot of my fans who have read my fanfiction have become my readers and friends. I manage two small groups on Livejournal which are betagroups where I read with my friends their stories and share a couple of my own. They have helped me to perfect a couple of my stories by getting it in email or posted to the closed group. What is this? Nothing more than a critique group but we have shared stories about our favorite people or characters for fun.

So, before you frown upon what I’m saying, ask yourself does it make sense to do that? DO you not have pictures of what your characters look like? If you write hetero, Brad Pitt, Clooney, Tom Cruise has been your hero and you know it. Don’t be embarrassed, it’s okay. Nothing wrong with writing about your favorites as long as you’re not naming them or breaking the copyright rules.

I’d like to thank SNSD for having me on the blog again today. As part of my promo, I’d like to share a blurb with excerpt, Longing for a Normal State of Vertigo where I use the above shown and mentioned, David Taylor, former porn star as my model for the angel.

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Among the other great stories by Cecila Tan, M.Christian, Nix Winter, Kiernan Kelly, and others, editor Sacha Illyvich gave me the privilege to be part of this awesome gay sci-fi/paranormal anthology, Riding the Rocket.

My story, Longing for a Normal State of Vertigo is a historical story involving a young doctor in search of love that's unique while still trying to make the next big discovery. In the most unbelievable situation, he will find what's he's looking for but at what price?

PG Excerpt M/M

Firmly, I shook his gloved palm with my own. “Good evening to you as well, Captain,” I smirked.

Hearing what he had said, I rolled my eyes. Every time the city morgue had something they did not want to bother with, they called me. All because I had made the mistake of announcing to everyone how bored I was with regular coroner work. Sometimes I wish I had taken the suggestion of an old friend who said I should go to America to start anew.

Nonetheless, I did not because I was so in love with Lawrence at the time. I knew he wanted nothing to do with leaving London, so I stayed here for him.

Although I had gained some popularity with some of my latest discoveries, such as my attempt to develop a medicine to stop the aging process, I did not appreciate the second job that the department had thrust upon me as inspector of unexplained objects.

“Captain Tiddle, Fine needs to grow thicker skin. What on earth is he an examiner for if he cannot handle…” The stench stopped me from continuing my statement. “What on God’s green earth…” my nose twitched as the hairs tickled my nostrils.

The closer I came to the covered body, I felt slightly nauseous. I grabbed my handkerchief from my coat, placing it over my nose and mouth.

The wind blew swifter as it continued drizzling. That did not deter the crowd that was held back by constables on horses who were eager to see what was under the sheet.

“Alright, let’s see what we’ve got here…” Slowly, I uncovered what looked to be wolf-like man.

With the cloth still on my face, I traced its features with my other hand. The skin felt rough, hard as if it were decaying. As much as I wanted to take off the whole sheet, I decided to leave that until I returned to my laboratory.

I put the covering back over it before getting up. The smell was not as strong when I knelt down to it so I put my rag back in my pocket.

“Well Doctor, what do you think? Is it human, is it…” Captain Tiddle said.

“Not sure Captain. I will just have to dissect it and see what happens. I have not seen anything like it either, though I have heard of some sightings out in the country. Well, I will phone you once I have something to discuss. Berrows!”

Immediately he came with our wooden box ready to take our new project home. Burrows, not intimidated by anything, picked up the body and lowered it into the coffin, shutting it tight.

Tiddle looked with eyes bulged, seemingly amazed at how my driver was not scared of what was under the sheet.