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Month: May, 2012

The Need for Self-Publishing

By Jess C Scott

My name is Jess C Scott and I’m a professional writer. I’ve decided to share some of my perspectives with self-publishing. If self-publishing is something you’ve been thinking about, I hope this post serves as an inspiration to you as you get your writing projects off the ground.

1) Self-Publishing: What’s Great About It

I was very happy to read Chloe Crossman’s article on women’s magazines, published on The Fear Girls on April 30, 2012. I thought the following lines were so, so true:

“The reality of it is this: [these magazines] cater to the idea that women should value appearance over substance, please our partner before pleasing ourselves, and that the best way to achieve fulfillment in life is to make sure that our cleavage is displayed with just the right amount of visibility. . .if we allow ourselves to consume [women’s magazines] with too much frequency, we will become intellectually lethargic, driven by a need to refuel our damaged confidence with another dose of sugary garbage.”

Superficial and shallow values were what inspired my debut book, EyeLeash A Blog Novel.It’s a semi-autobiographical story that captures self-discovery in the 2000s.

There seems to be an epidemic of young people (tween and teenage girls, especially) with low self-esteem. Instead of combating this low self-esteem, the mainstream mass media tends to fully exploit it.

I know that the bottom line of any business is about profits. I know that traditional publishers are in the business to make money. That being said, I don’t think that profits should compromise certain principles.

One of the biggest gifts of independent publishing is that it offers a writer full creative and business control. In my experience, it allows me to work with a clean/clear conscience too, which is pretty much priceless if you’re the type that likes to maintain a certain amount of personal and/or artistic integrity.

Self-publishing allows a writer’s voice and vision to remain in its clear, undiluted state. It gives a writer the chance to create something unique and memorable, versus something that’s commoditized and forgettable.

There might always be a tension between art and commerce, depending on your goals and motivations as a writer. But at least you have a real opportunity where you can ultimately decide what you want your writing to really be all about.

2) Self-Publishing: Tips for Success

Here are a few tips to be efficient, productive, and focused as an independent author.

a) Be professional. When you’re committed to quality, it shows in your body of work. This also reflects well on the self-publishing community on the whole (the reverse is true too!). It helps to have a neat and organized website (ideally, it should also be visually pleasing). Web presence is important when your business is online.

b) Use social media wisely. Social media is great for self-promotion, cross-promotion, and socializing. I try not to spam my friends/followers too often. I’m not on social media all the time either (it can get pretty distracting…). You don’t need to be on every single social media platform. It’s more conducive if you select a few that you really like, so that you can utilize each to the fullest. Try to discern the difference between ranting and venting.

c) Be open to collaborations. I know of a few indie authors who seem to be very proud of the fact that they operate “by themselves” only (without asking other authors for “anything”). While it’s good to be self-sufficient, working together with others can be enjoyable if the people involved sincerely believe in the project they’re working on. This was the case with the no-nonsense Q&A advice book I co-authored with NYC teacher Matt Posner entitled Teen Guide to Sex and Relationships. The book wouldn’t have been as comprehensive if only one of us had authored it.

d) Have a positive attitude. If you fail at first, try again, and try harder next time. You tend to improve the more you persist at something. To borrow a quote from the astrologer Bob Marks, remind yourself that “being miserable all the time is impractical.” When optimism is grounded in reality, it helps you maintain a psychologically and emotionally healthy state.

e) Have self-respect. You’ll be respected by readers/customers if you stay true to whatever it is that motivates you, or what you feel passionate about. Don’t be afraid to say the unsayable.

f) Think long term. Don’t get discouraged if you see other authors sail ahead, or if you don’t see magnificent sales straight off the bat. Your focus shouldn’t be on creating “one” masterpiece, but on building up a backlist over time in order to strengthen your brand. Some people are tempted to take shortcuts, though perseverance tends to draw out the best qualities of a person. It’s nice to buck the system and be successful, even if a hundred million other people are also aggressively trying to do what you do.

3) Self-Publishing At Its Best = Revolutionary Resistance

Since my mid-teens, one of the things I’ve been passionate about is resisting the mainstream media. A lot of my creative work contains a “rebellious” streak against the (often stereotypical) messages from the mainstream media. I especially loathe the media’s tendency to reduce love, sex and relationships to mere commodities.

Publishers are mostly interested in finding the next cash cow franchise. In a tumultuous climate of change and upheaval, I suppose one cannot blame traditional publishers for focusing on what’s guaranteed to bring in the big bucks.

Self-publishing doesn’t need to be defined by the corporate culture that exists in all media conglomerates. Self-publishing isn’t defined by corporate politics or maintaining the status quo. At its best, self-publishing champions independent thought and action, which allows driven and motivated writers to really get their work out there and make a difference somehow.

I like resisting the hegemonizing mindset of megacorporations everywhere, where the goal is to unite the world as one people and one wallet. It’s coarse when a person or industry is entirely driven by greed and money. I don’t know about others, but I find merging the idealism of art and the practical aspects of business more fulfilling. The creative tension never gets dull or boring.

It’s the best time for a writer to get their work out on the market via digital self-publishing, a process that’s efficient, convenient, and economical.

21st-century self-publishing is an invitation to writers everywhere to join in the revolution/resistance front. Once you’re ready to join, jump right in, and be willing to learn new things along the way.

For best results, keep the following quote in mind: “Give up; give in; or give it all you’ve got.”


Jess is an author/artist/non-conformist who’s dedicated to writing original stories that are both meaningful and entertaining. She writes in a variety of genres including erotic fiction, urban fantasy, young adult fiction, cyberpunk, and poetry.

She recently completed Literary Heroin: A Twilight Parody, Bad Romance (a satirical “seven deadly sins” anthology), and Teen Guide to Sex and Relationships (co-authored with NYC teacher, Matt Posner).

In a Word Riot interview, Jess mentions that the basic message in her work is “always the same: to be unafraid to be one’s true self.”

Jess is also the founder of jessINK, an innovative publishing company that focuses on substance over short-term success with current fads and marketing hype.

Teen Guide to Sex and Relationships (co-authored by Matt Posner and Jess C Scott):

www.jessINK.com/teenguide.htm

Jess on Facebook and Twitter

Girls: Post-Sex and the City

 By Nusha Ashjaee

As I have stated before in one of my previous articles, I love TV.  I was raised by it and continue my relationship with it to this day. Spending more time searching for great new shows than with my actual friends or trying to find a boyfriend.

One show that I started following is HBO’s new and controversial series, Girls.  Created by Lena Dunham (director, writer and star of indie dramedy Tiny Furniture), the show follows four twenty-something girls living in New York City, attempting to attain the dream set up for them by Sex and the City.  The main character, Hannah (played by Dunham), is a struggling writer who, after two years of support from her parents, has been cut off and now has to deal with the very real struggle of finding a job and paying the bills in one of the most expensive cities in America.  Not to mention she also has to deal with an unaffectionate boyfriend, sexual harassment in the workplace, an STD, writing her book, and the general woes that come with going through a pre-life crisis.

One of the more noted aspects of the show is the incredibly uncomfortable sex scenes Dunham sets up for her characters.  Jessa hooks up with a stranger in a bathroom stall only to have the guy discover she is on her period.  Shoshanna, still a virgin, gets eaten out for the first time, the camera focusing on her tightly wound face.  The most awkward one by far is the opening scene in episode two, titled “Vagina Problems.”  Hannah is in bed with her boyfriend Adam (Adam Driver), humping away and role-playing.  Watching these two have sex is weird enough considering how uncoordinated Hannah is and the fact that Adam can’t keep their scenarios straight, and doesn’t seem to care about it either.  During their role-play, first they meet at a party, then out on the street, until Hannah is inexplicably an eleven-year-old junkie prostitute.

Again, the show gets a lot of comparisons to Sex and the City.  Like SatC, Girls centers around the friendship of its four female characters: Hannah, Marnie (Allison Williams), Jessa (Jemima Kirke), and Shoshanna (Zosia Mamet).  They confide in each other, offer advice despite their lack of life expertise, share beds, showers, bathroom time, and offer general support no matter the circumstances.  Also like SatC, Girls has frank discussions about sex.

What was so radical about Sex and the City when it first aired was the fact that these women—independent and successful—were speaking so openly and, at times, graphically, about their sex lives.  The show made it okay for women to talk about sex without being chastised for it or for being referred to as “whorish” for admitting to enjoying sex.  It was the Golden Girls for the 90s/early 2000s where the women were stylish, powerful, and sexually in charge.

Obviously, my issues with Sex and the City are not so different from most critics of the show—the characters were too concerned with finding a man and fulfilled too many female stereotypes. But my main issue with it is more personal. Admittedly, having watched a handful of episodes growing up, the show did make me more comfortable discussing sex, but it also added the pressure of having to be good at it. The women of SatC are thin, beautiful, and sexually confident women who know how to please a man. I feel this does not reflect who I am.

At the risk of offering too much information, I am not good at sex. I shy away from men’s attention towards me.  I tense up at the slightest gesture towards any private area on my body.  I don’t know how to give a proper hand-job.  The first time I tried to give a blow-job, I kept accidentally biting the poor guy.  I am far from being any kind of sex goddess.

Back when I was with my boyfriend, he asked me once to pose nude for him for his illustration project.  The poster he was drawing called for a sexy female figure–poised and happy.  Though we had already slept together, I still wasn’t ready to stand confidently naked in front of him, and knowing that his classmates were going to see this too didn’t help.  Still, I agreed to do it out of my affection towards him, and with a compromise that I could keep on my jeans since they were form fitting, and that I could keep on my bra.  He sat on his bed sketching away while I stood in the middle of his room trying to suck in as much of my stomach as I could and angeling my thighs to give him their skinniest profile.  He tried to ease my discomfort, every now and then coming up from his sketchbook and telling me how beautiful and sexy I was, but all I could do was try to eye his paper to see how big he had made my waist.  Even afterwards when we made love, I could only believe that he was doing it out of pity because there was no way the girl standing before him, stiff and bloated, was a woman that was able to turn him on.

This is why watching the sex scenes on Girls are such a relief to me. As painful as it is to watch Dunham’s character attempt to text her boyfriend a gawky topless photo of herself, she is a character I can sympathize with.  Just like Hannah–and the majority of girls for that matter–I do have the desire to be desirable, but when I do end up in the bedroom, I feel myself coming up short.  As much as I attempt to be that sexually adventurous woman, in the end, I feel like a little girl trying to wear her mother’s shoes.  Every moan, every dirty word that comes out of my mouth is forced out, disappointing myself for being so disingenuous.  The best I can be is loving and affectionate, but not sexy.  Whether it is right or wrong for me to forge this aspect of myself, I am grateful that there is a show out there that communicates my experience so honestly that it is painful and embarrassing to watch.

Call for artists!

Starting in June The Fear Girls are working on putting together a weekly column about female artists. If you are a female artist and would like to be featured, we encourage you to submit your work, be it a short story, painting, poem, drawing, photography or any other kind of art. Along with your work, please include an artist’s statement, bio, or description of your piece. We look forward to hearing from you!

Why The “Beast” Will Never Be Tamed

  By Edison Mellor-Goldman

The idea of something powerful at your command is an attractive concept, as can be observed in children playing with Pokémon or in adults playing with firearms. More specifically, the idea of a person by your side who has potential to defend you (or at least carries some air of authority or strength) is a sexy concept for a lot of women. There’s something primal about the urge to feel safe and protected by a significant other. Hence the “Taming of the Beast” phenomenon that is so prevalent in pop culture and is a core aspect of any romance plot nowadays.

There are many facets of the Twilight novels that seem to be carefully psychologically constructed to appeal to girls. Obviously, the ladies will swoon for an attractive man who is devoted and swears literally undying love. But much more importantly, Edward was a vampire, a deadly weapon that was only loyal to the main character Bella, even if he had the capacity to kill anything that moved. Jacob was a werewolf completely devoted to her as well, although he could take down an adult stag for a snack. The appeal to this core desire is something I can trace back to watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast; the beast was a thug, a big hairy brute, who could exude testosterone even while saying something as innocuous as “Will you join me for dinner?” What led Belle on in her attempts to humanize him was that within that hulking exterior there was a shred of empathy and kindness. Oh, but the kindness was reserved for her, of course. None was wasted on his dining staff, or Belle’s dad for that matter. Yes, he did change towards the end into her Prince Charming, but is that supposed to make Belle feel vindicated for all the times he was an ass to her?

We all know girls who have dated certain gents because they were attracted to his “bad boy” attributes. Some will even admit to it, and whenever I talk to one of them the first thing they say is, “Well yes, he is a bit of a dick. But he’s really nice to me!” Maybe this is a very primal part of women’s psyches evolutionarily speaking, a part of our “reptile brain” as a species. I also think that it’s time for all of us to move on now that we are aware of this phenomenon; many guys aren’t getting the full picture when they see a desirable woman walking hand in hand with the kind of guy whom you might expect to shoulder you off the sidewalk and grunt, “ ‘Scuse me, bro.” When a male like the aforementioned specimen is a dick to those around him, other guys don’t make the distinction of “Oh I get it, he’s only nice to her, that’s how the sexy mojo works!” Guys assume that not only is it okay to be rude and macho all the time, but ladies like it when you’re a little sharp with them. The problem is that taming a man’s inner beast for oneself (also known as being “pussy whipped”) is very desirable from a woman’s perspective but is seen as the most emasculating thing in the world from the male cultural perspective. As long as we don’t see eye-to-eye on that crucial fact, we’ll have a world full of women who wonder why their “bad boy” isn’t being their own personal Prince Charming, and a world full of men who think that being a bit of an ass is a desirable quality.

The image of an “ideal” man or woman is never simply a construct of the opposite sex, to be used as a tool to control that other gender to its own ends. There’s no mass collusion going on here, neither gender is to blame for this; but now that it is acknowledged as a problem, we’re responsible for creating a culture that better reflects us as thoughtful individuals. As a male, I can be the change I want to see by refusing to submit to the idiocy of the whole “Taming of the Beast” phenomenon, since I’ve observed the vast disconnect between what men and women want from it. As a woman, you can also be the change by dating guys who are nice to people in general, not just those whom you expect to make an exception for you.

Featured Artist: Zoe Claster

A little while ago we posted an interview with poet Zoe Claster. (Check that one out here ‘be a gentleman, and call me sometime’) This week, we are graced with another poem of her’s. Enjoy!

Nostalgic State
by Zoe Claster
A momentary rain
Fell over a city
That we once
Played in together
So many summers ago
And the warm memories
That might only captivate
A small child
Desperate for that which
Heightens the senses
And fuels the imagination
Flooded out of me
And danced about in the streets
Likes ghosts on vacation
And that sensation
Quickly faded away
Into a light drizzle
And I was left alone
Staring up at the sky
And thinking of you
How I’ve often thought
About writing you postcards
Something tastefully tacky
And a little sentimental
I would ask you how you’ve been
After all these years
And all those tears
And if it’s still okay
To cry
After the procession
Has gone by
While others have moved on
I still wait
Hoping that this will be the day
That you arrive
To embrace me
With the familiar shine
Of your smile
That for awhile
Was beginning to dim
From my nostalgic state
And I hate
That you left
Before I knew better
Not to take you for granted
So that you
Might hear my thoughts
And give me direction
MIght remind me
Of the family I never knew
Who threw
Plastic pelicans at the fridge
How my mother would laugh
And how my father
Lived for her laughter
And not her expense account
Make me forget
That they both
Have grown bitter with age
And that their rage
Blinds them
From what truly matters
As they say
“Someday
You’ll forgive us”
I would I could tell you
All the feelings
I could barely convey
And all the ideas
I haven’t thought of yet
But my curse
Is that you
Who brought wonder to my world
And taught me how to dream
Can’t enter my thoughts
Without the stinging
Pain of remorse
And I force myself
To keep my cool
Afraid that if I slip
I may interrupt my train of thought
And erupt
In the middle of a crowded street
And throw a tantrum
Like an infantile child
Wishing that her mommy
Would just come home!
I often wonder
Where you’ve run off to
If you can hear my voice
If you can see me
While you’re enjoying
The infinite
And exquisit pleasures
Of the unknown
And the ideal
But most of all:
I hope that you are somewhere
And that you can still
Feel the whimsy of the city
That we once played in together
So many summers ago
And think of me.
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