Okay, so this is an age-old rant for me. I can't count the reviews I've gotten where all that is written is "Mary-Sue." Now, because they are often anonymous and only say that, I can only infer that they mean to say "She's a Mary-Sue because she's an OC (original character)." How wrong is this? Seriously?
Let me define Mary-Sue, roughly. A Mary-Sue (male counterpart: Gary-Stu) is someone who is so incredibly perfect and everyone loves her or she's so deliberately anti-whatever that she stands out in a crowd. Now, I'll admit, I've got a couple of characters I'm still writing for that are, admittedly, Sues. I accept that. Really, I do. The stories they're in were started fairly early into my fanfiction career when I was still too much of a fangirl. However, the one review that I got (I've removed it because of its stupidity...again, all it said was "Mary-Sue" and was anonymous) that spawned this rant was on a story that the character couldn't be further from a Sue. She's inexperienced, so you actually get to see her acquire any strength that she has through training. She doesn't win every fight. She's fifteen, so I've kept her at that exact emotional level (and I'm 23, so I've got a good prospective on this, having been there and done that). I'm 16, not including the Prologue which featured the character's mother, chapters into this story when I received this review. Do you want to know how far this idiot read? Three chapters...including the prologue. Do you want to know what has happened by chapter 2 (which is where he stopped)? She found a book. That's...it. In the prologue, I reveal the mother's past which led to the situation that the main character finds herself in (that is, with no experience). In chapter one, the main character finds a book in a place where her mother told her not to go (kids do this, you know!). And in chapter three, I'm with canon characters!!! How the hell do you get Mary-Sue from this? You don't even know anything yet!
Sigh. Anyway, this is my rant on Suedom...thanks for reading! Gotta go finish packing and eating!
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Game, Set, Match!
I FRICKIN' DID IT!!!!! I made it to 100 fanfics before Ariyana graduated! Yes! Granted, it wasn't all the chapter fics I meant to start...which is good. I have enough chapter fics going to be adding, like, five or six more. However, I did add two more to my list. Ah, the hefty price of this goal...but I did it! I have 100 fics even! Woot!
In related news, you know what I hate? Reviewers who have not thought out their criticism on my works. I got this one who was like, "You've put Tara in a story with no positive course. Why should I continue to read it or you, as an author, write it?" He said other things (and might I note, he hasn't got a single story posted), but after I got done having my say with him...I told him not to come back. Bastard. I hate stupid people. In fact, I should do a rant on that alone later.
And in unrelated news, here's a funny story. I thought I was going to fail--epic-ly--Literary Criticism. In fact, if I passed, I thought I would only make a C. Folks, C was at best. I wrote this Virginia Woolf paper...and I thought I had epic-ly failed, seriously. So, I'm waiting for our grades to be posted. Still, not yet. I started making alternate plans if I failed this class, which, by the way, is required for my degree. Then, Hillary mentions that if you look on your unoffical transcript online, they post your grades as you get them. After searching for it (they had taken it off of the page it was supposed to be on) I scroll down...and see a B by Literary Criticism. I was so happy...I broke into tears. And not just any tears...I mean, hysterically happy tears. And this was after I was on the phone with Preston telling him I had passed. I must have sounded like a crazy person. According to Slink, I sounded like a mother whose child had not been breathing had suddenly taken a breath again. Or like I had just escaped a terrible plane accident. I'm sure Preston was like, "Oh my God, what's wrong with her?" I felt so stupid. But it was very funny.
College will be the death of me. I've had two fits of hysteria this semester...once when I thought I was going to fail my history paper...and now this. Seriously, I hope I have a healthy heart...cause it can't take much more of this.
So, that's all from me!
Going to spend some quality time with D and Alucard,
Trish
In related news, you know what I hate? Reviewers who have not thought out their criticism on my works. I got this one who was like, "You've put Tara in a story with no positive course. Why should I continue to read it or you, as an author, write it?" He said other things (and might I note, he hasn't got a single story posted), but after I got done having my say with him...I told him not to come back. Bastard. I hate stupid people. In fact, I should do a rant on that alone later.
And in unrelated news, here's a funny story. I thought I was going to fail--epic-ly--Literary Criticism. In fact, if I passed, I thought I would only make a C. Folks, C was at best. I wrote this Virginia Woolf paper...and I thought I had epic-ly failed, seriously. So, I'm waiting for our grades to be posted. Still, not yet. I started making alternate plans if I failed this class, which, by the way, is required for my degree. Then, Hillary mentions that if you look on your unoffical transcript online, they post your grades as you get them. After searching for it (they had taken it off of the page it was supposed to be on) I scroll down...and see a B by Literary Criticism. I was so happy...I broke into tears. And not just any tears...I mean, hysterically happy tears. And this was after I was on the phone with Preston telling him I had passed. I must have sounded like a crazy person. According to Slink, I sounded like a mother whose child had not been breathing had suddenly taken a breath again. Or like I had just escaped a terrible plane accident. I'm sure Preston was like, "Oh my God, what's wrong with her?" I felt so stupid. But it was very funny.
College will be the death of me. I've had two fits of hysteria this semester...once when I thought I was going to fail my history paper...and now this. Seriously, I hope I have a healthy heart...cause it can't take much more of this.
So, that's all from me!
Going to spend some quality time with D and Alucard,
Trish
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)