... The phone just rang and kicked me offline, Alibelle. This other computer with the second phone line doesn't have AIM. I'll be back on as soon as my mother hangs up-- a few minutes, I think?

Got it, thanks. And thanks again, Connie!

Sure 'nuff. Any time you want to chat plot theory and characters and all that fun stuff, I'm your woman. It was kind of thrill in one of my Freshman classes on literature to realize I understood Aristotle's Poetics and his discussions of plot development and the like.

What I was saying is that most lit people's problem with genre fiction is the perceived standard of the writing, both techniquewise and plotwise. I've read hundreds of (I have read a gorram lot of stories.) stories, and quite a few novels, that outrightly referenced fairy tales & preset myths; things like, say, aliens are a little less easy/traditional to swing but I've seen it done. And context is everything. To someone educated on lit fiction, a well-written story you may have classified as SF might be completely literary for them. CP Alex Shakar's marvelous The Savage Girl.

I'm writing a ghost story right now that I fully consider to be a literary story, not fantasy or any other "genre", and if I walked straight in and presented it to a workshop I'd be taken completely offguard if someone called it as such. The snippet you showed me looks like it could be a marvelous, funny little story. Do not allow any questions of "genre" to give you pause.

... Wish my mother'd get off the phone.

Ok, this is (a teeny bit longer) it:

“Fairy Tale Productions, how may I direct your call?” The blonde on the phone continued to file her nails. “Um hmm...well, Mr. Wolfson is in a meeting right now. May I take a message?” The girl waved the attractive velvet-clad man passing through her office over to her desk. “Ok. Ok. Saturday at noon. All right. Thank you, and have a happily ever after day!” She cut the line and grinned up at her companion. “Nice duds.”
He rolled his eyes.

I'm going to tie in Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, and Hansel and Gretal, and anyone else who seems randomly necessary, like a Wolf. There will probably be an underlying "stereotyping is BAD" theme, but I'm just not very clear on where I'm gonna go with conflict type thingies. I feel that there's oodles of potential in my, pretty intangible, idea, but I just need to hammer it out.

Thanks, again.

blah blah blah cereal cereal:

Sorry, I just checked with her again, and she's actually on the phone with one of her writing students herself; and it doesn't look like she'll be off soon, & I want to go to sleep soon because I'm taking the PSATs tomorrow at the crack of dawn.

By the way, gulp....

Genre is written by unshaven men in t-shirts who have half a dozen pen names and churn stuff out for the pulps. Or by blowsly women wearing tattered peignoirs (spelling?) and feathered mules with a cigarette in one corner of their mouth as they churn stuff out for what is called the "women's magazines."

Of course, I may have seen far too many Bogart/Chandler movies.

Yeah, it's formulaic. I've yet to see some "heart-warming", "realistic", "touching" movie that I couldn't play predict the plot with.

Edit: Lizard, you'll rock. It's only 'cause they say "this could impact your whole life" that you're worried. Heck, a Chevy coming in at 40 miles an hour could impact your life, too, but do we worry about that?

Rebecca, you are soooo going to do fine on the PSAT. And you don't have to stay up on my account, if you are. Good luck!

Yo, connie, right about until I met yis, and started watching television, and got into fandom, I was a big lit snob. Okay, not actively so, but I didn't read anything marketed as fantasy or SF, etc, and the thought of doing so never crossed my mind.

Um. I still don't, really, but at least I'm consciously not paranoidly making a virtue out of it, like rather many proudintellectuals I know.

Hammering is of the good, Alibelle. Only way to get things done.

One tiny edit yet:

She cut the line and grinned up at her companion.

I think "companion" is disorienting a word for someone we didn't know, a moment ago, that she knew prior-- I thought he was just some guy walking through. "Companion", to me, means someone you've known and have been pal[l]ing around with for at least several minutes.

It's only 'cause they say "this could impact your whole life" that you're worried.

I'm more worried because I keep screwing up in the math sections in the practice tests.