lol made it for pjo in the first place

anonymous asked:

Your book looks fun, but do you worry sometimes that it looks like a YA paranormal romance, which might be outdated? Like maybe I just haven't read enough about it yet, I'm sorry if this comes across as mean, I'm genuinely curious. Thanks for all the fic your write!

Okay so my goal when writing Not So Shore was to take all the tropes I loved from the done-to-death ‘mortals meet’ genre of fanfic (the fun of the reader having information the point of view character doesn’t, dropping subtle references to the canon characters’ powers and experiences, having everyone be in awe of how cool the canon characters are) and write them without any of the horrible negative tropes that always seem to feature in those fics (over the top jealousy, slut shaming, unnecessary violence, no subtlety anywhere to be seen). I had so much fun writing it, and the response from all of you suggests you had fun reading it, too.

And I’m basically trying to do a very similar thing with my novel. I grew up riding the wave of popular Paranormal YA. I was there for the publication of Twilight and the thousands of series inspired by it. I’ve read most of them, because as a child I adored the stories of people like me visiting magical lands (Alice in Wonderland, HP, PJO, Narnia, LotR [in which the people like me are the hobbits lol], etc.) so it seemed a natural extension that as I entered my teen years I would follow this genre to its teenage equivalent.

It was supposed to be like the fantasy I loved reading, but darker and more mature, with slightly more graphic violence and more adult risks and consequences. But in its hormone ridden angst, Paranormal YA/Urban Fantasy lost a lot of the things that made me fall in love with fantasy in the first place.

  • Gone was the focus on proving yourself worthy by doing good deeds and helping others; Instead you had to be snarky and “not like other girls” and worry more about your love interest than the fate of the world.
  • Instead of quests completed by fire-forged friends, the only relationships developed (and I use that word loosely, in some cases) over the course of the books were the romantic ones. Friends were always pushed aside, no one ever understood the protagonist, but the protagonist never tried to get anyone to understand, because they were dark and moody and needed to do things on their own -
  • Except, oh, no, they can’t do it on their own, because they’re a girl, and so they’re just going to sort of dither about before their big, strong male love interest comes along to save the day with physical violence. The protagonists rarely had the power, even when they were ‘the chosen one’ or when they should have had the opportunity to grow over the course of the novel. Or if they did have power, it was often so poorly developed that it just read like a massive deus-ex-machina invented purely for the finale.
  • Their male love interests were rude to the point of abusive, had no sense of appropriate personal boundaries, and treated the protagonists as idiots who had to be talked down to at every opportunity, rather than people who were discovering entirely new worlds and were entitled to ask some questions.
  • Protagonists no longer had strong morals; instead they flipped back and forth between choices (often between two love interests, hurting both in the process) and were reactive to circumstances changing around them, rather than forces for change.
  • Dialogue was no longer inspiring, something to repeat to myself on dark days, to remind myself that there was always some good worth fighting for. Instead, everything was one of two extremes: It had to be sassy and referential, or it had to be so pretentious and faux-philosophical that no teenager alive would ever dare utter it for fear of eternal ridicule.

(This is not so say, of course, that the fantasy books I had enjoyed as a child did not have their own faults. They were overwhelmingly cast with straight, white men, or straight, white women who weren’t anywhere near as well developed. Any other diversity was hard to find, and women as romantic interests were often treated as props or rewards. Trouble was, these problematic aspects carried over into Paranormal YA/Urban Fantasy without bringing most of the good stuff with them.)

Obviously not every single Paranormal YA/Urban Fantasy was as disastrous as I am describing them here. But enough were for it to become a well known fact among the industry and readers that Paranormal YA was formulaic to the point where if you had read one you’d read fifty. I still loved the concept of the genre, obviously, or I wouldn’t have kept reading it, but the execution was letting me down.

So in my novel I’m taking the things I love about it - the mystery, the magic, the overlap of our world with something so entirely new and different hovering just beyond our perception, characters and things from that new world crossing over to ours, the dark overtones and the threat of real danger and violence - and I’m adding all the things I adored from fantasy back in, and putting the emphasis on female friendship.

YA has taken great leaps forward in terms of representation of marginalised groups, less problematic love interests, and more unique plotting, all of which is so amazing and absolutely fantastic to read. But I still find close, supportive, realistic female friendships lacking, and as most of the books I read are written by women I always find this preference to have their female protagonists always hanging out with guys puzzling. So although there is a romance between my female protagonist and a male character, it’s tertiary, behind the plot and the core group of female friends that drive it forward. I’ve tried to write each of the girls as unique individuals rather than stereotypes, as characters with their own goals and personalities and no tokenism, and I hope that their friendship reads as strongly and sincerely to you as it does to me.

I’m hoping that this distinction, the focus on characters and the relatively less-popular type of mythology I’ve decided to write about will be enough to convince a publisher to give me a chance. (The Raven Cycle series by Maggie Stiefvater is the series that comes closest to what I’m trying to achieve in terms of tone and themes with my novel, which also gives me hope that there’s still a market for it. Although obviously I am nowhere near as skilled a writer as Maggie, and I can only aspire to one day be anywhere near her level.)

So, to finally come to the end of this extremely long winded answer to your relatively straight-forward question: This novel is like my love letter to everything I enjoyed about growing up reading Paranormal YA and Urban Fantasy, but with modern day priorities and diversity included, and all the shit bits thrown out (hopefully).

the-sarcastic-cosmonaut  asked:

In the single parents with kids AU, could you do something about Percy meeting Uncle Chiron? Or Annabeth meeting Percy's mom? (Your work is amazing btw. Big fan) thank you

single parent au

  • they had been together for 4 months when Annabeth’s uncle announced he wanted to meet her mystery man 
  • “Chiron, he’s not a mystery man. You know almost everything about him that I do.” 
  • “Oh I know, but it makes me feel better when I pretend to be an authoritarian. Did it work?” 
  • “About as much as it did when I was 15.” 
  • Annabeth decided to have dinner at her house, that way she could control the environment 
  • Marshall was helping her set the table when there was a knock at the door 
  • the little boy sprinted towards the sound before Annabeth could say anything 
  • as she followed, she could hear him shouting, “WHAT’S THE PASSWORD?” 
  • “OWLS ARE THE COOLEST”, a voice returned 
  • Marshall swung the door open and tackled Percy who was standing on the other side, bottle of wine in hand 
  • he scooped the boy up and met Annabeth at the end of the hallway, handing her the bottle of wine and placing a kiss to her lips 
  • “Hey beautiful,” he said with a smile 
  • “Hey handsome,” she returned happily 
  • Percy and Marshall set the table while Annabeth put the finishing touches on dinner 
  • as soon as she announced that everything was ready there was another knock at the door 
  • “POOOOOOOOPS!” Marshall yelled while once again sprinting towards the door 
  • he reemerged in the arms of a man about the same height as Annabeth, with thinning brown hair, a well trimmed beard and a cane to help him walk 
  • Marshall was beaming and Annabeth walked up to meet him with a hug and a kiss to the cheek
  • she suddenly realized how nervous she was for things to go well, and held her breath as Percy walked over from the dining table 
  • “Chiron, this is my boyfriend Percy. Percy, this is my uncle Chiron a.k.a. Pops.” 
  • Chiron put Marshall down so he could shake Percy’s hand, Annabeth and Marshall both watching the exchange intently 
  • “It’s nice to finally meet you, sir. I’ve heard a lot of great things. Plus, Marshall doesn’t make you say a password to get in, so you really must be great.” 
  • Chiron laughed heartily, “Annabeth always made me say a password to get back into my own house, so I’m glad to see it’s a hereditary trait. And it’s great to meet you as well.“
  • they sat down to dinner and as nervous as Annabeth was before was how annoyed she was now 
  • the two were getting along so well, talking about anything and everything, that Annabeth could barely get a word in edgewise 
  • after almost two hours they started winding down and Annabeth put Marshall to bed and Percy announced he should get to bed himself, as he had 5 school visits the next day 
  • Chiron helped with the dishes as Annabeth tried to avoid jumping straight into his opinions of Percy but Chiron, ever in tune with her emotions, took he leap for her 
  • “He seems like a good man, and Marshall adores him.” 
  • “He is a very good man, and you should see Marshall with Percy’s daughter Jane. You’d think they’ve known each other their whole lives.” 
  • Chiron finished drying the last dish and turned towards Annabeth, “He makes you happy?” 
  • “Honestly? I can’t remember the last time someone made me this happy.” 
  • Chiron placed his hand on Annabeth’s cheek, smiling at her as if he was trying to memorize all of her features, “Then, my dear, that is all that truly matters.” 
  • she goes to bed feeling the most complete she had since the first time she held Marshall 

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first crush on a fictional character

it was either draco malfoy from harry potter or anubus from the kane chronicles? i don’t remember which one it was tho

book that made you cry

uhh? i know there has to be a book i cried over, but it’s honestly not coming to mind, and it’s frustrating the hell out of me

book that was spoiled for you

i don’t? i don’t remember? i’m tired and i’m having trouble remembering stuff lol

first time you fell in love with a book

it definitely was the harry potter series. first big book series i read, and it’ll always have a special place in my heart. but then i got into the pjo series

first time you couldn’t stop smiling because of a book/character

i don’t remember the first time, but i do remember being happy as hell when sartaq from throne of glass/tower of dawn came back to me. won’t give any spoilers for it, but i was not able to stop smiling over that man.

first person who had a real impact on your reading

would it be acceptable if i said that no one really impacted my reading? i just sorta got into it all by myself and no one really pushed me into it or impacted it. i just enjoyed reading and it went from there. if there was actually someone who impacted my reading, i don’t remember them at all.