What? I Can’t Write Like Stephen King?

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What? I Can’t Write Like Stephen King?

D. A. Ratliff

I came across an article that focused on the reasons not to listen to advice from Stephen King. I wondered, why not? Stephen King is a highly successful author and the author of a popular book on the writing process.

When reading articles such as this one, I always remind myself that there is advice and there is opinion. In our quest to improve, writers should always read both to obtain a broad base of information to utilize in our writing.

The author of this article isolates three of Stephen King’s “rules” and proceeds to show how the opposite of his rule can be appropriate. Of course, writing passive sentences or using an adverb or a “five-dollar word” as the author describes can be effective—in the proper context.

What this author fails to mention is that you should use these rule-breaking exceptions in moderation. A plethora (see what I did there?) of passive sentences will eventually bore your readers, too many adjectives, and you create “purple prose,” writing that is too ornate.

As for those “five-dollar words,” I prefer to call that an extensive vocabulary. In the author’s example, her use of complex, long words was entirely appropriate. When writing an educated character or one from the aristocracy, formal dialogue and those “five-dollar and change” words add realism and depth. The same terms used by a character who is uneducated or from a lower socioeconomic level would not feel authentic to your reader. A book laden with too many complex words becomes a textbook and will be difficult for most readers to follow.

This author ends by saying that writers should write anyway that they feel comfortable and break the rules if they are skilled enough.

It seems as though I have heard that advice/opinion before. That statement is what writing is for all of us. We develop our style based on what we have learned and how we arrange words on the page.

I have authored articles on the rules and my opinion of the writing process. However, I want to stress that writers should read everything they can about this art of writing. Take away those ideas, rules, and suggestions that suit your style of writing. This author inferred that if you follow Stephen King’s rules, you will write just like him. No, you won’t. The rules are not his style. How he uses words to convey emotion and create tension is his style.

I offer only one piece of advice here. As I said above, read everything you can about the writing process, read books, and glean from those sources what you need to become the writer you want to be. Always learn the rules first, then you can break them.

In the words of the infamous fashion icon Tim Gunn:  Make it work!

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The Nymph

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The Nymph

D. A. Ratliff

Soft giggles drifted toward Ianthe as she slept or attempted to, nestled in the branches of her favorite tree. With its colorful transformation from endless green, autumn was her most beloved season, and the meandering stream enticed her with its dappled sunlight reflecting golden leaves onto the still water. Annoyed, she peered through the leaves to locate the source of the disturbing giggles.

Along the water’s edge, she spied a young man and woman stepping gingerly through the leaves. Ianthe remembered them as they often walked through the forest. Usually, they strolled along the well-worn paths leading from the village. Today they had ventured deeper into the thick woods. Flitting down to a lower branch where she could hear them better, Ianthe smothered her giggle. The young man reached for the girl’s hand, but she scurried a couple of steps in front of him.

“Bella, you should take my hand. You might fall into the stream.”

Facing him, the small dark-haired girl cocked her head. “I know you, Gratien Lacroix, and you just want to hold my hand.”

“You wound me. I am a gentleman, and I only wish to keep you safe.”

“Did you tell that to Lorelei when you brought her into the forest?”

“I never brought her here or anywhere.”

Bella wrapped an arm around a thin tree trunk and swung around toward him, her eyes glittering. “Really? That’s not what she says.”

“She’s lying.”  He took a step toward the teasing girl. “You know you are the only girl in the village I care about.”

She released the tree and leaned against it. “I seem to remember you visited the city recently. Are there girls there you care about?”

“No…” He took another step and bent down, his face inches from hers. “You are the only lovely creature to capture my heart.”

Ianthe clamped a graceful hand across her lips to keep from laughing aloud. The lovely Bella had pushed her luck, and now the black-haired youth was close to kissing her. Wide-eyed, Bella shuffled backward, nearly falling into the golden water. She caught herself on a slender sapling and regained her composure.

“My cousin tells me you are going to study at the university in the city. That means you will leave soon, does it not?”

“Your cousin is correct. I am going to the university next month.”

Bella turned, her silk skirt twirling around her, and leaped across a fallen tree trunk. “Then there will be many lovely ‘creatures’ for you there.”

Gratien jumped across the fallen trunk. “Do not run from me. You know we are destined to be together.”

He took two quick steps toward her, and Bella grinned, “You’ll have to catch me.”

The lovely Bella would have escaped as she was light on her feet if a partially submerged tree branch hadn’t sprung from the water and blocked her way. Stopping abruptly, she teetered at the edge of the stream. As her momentum pushed her forward, Gratien’s arms encircled her and pulled her to safety.

Breathless, she clung to him, and he whispered, “I told you, destiny has brought us together.” Lifting her chin, he kissed her gently, then pulled her close, gazing into the stream. His eyes widened as he spotted Ianthe’s reflection.

Gratien’s head snapped up as he searched for her in the golden leaves, and the wood nymph eased through the branches revealing herself. Ianthe rarely allowed the normals to see her, but she liked this young man’s style and made an exception. She usually hid her waist-long tendrils of blond hair entwined with flowering vines, her leaf-green eyes that sparkled in the golden light, and her flowing gossamer gown that fluttered in the soft breeze from visitors to her forest.

He pointed to the sodden tree limb, which had sprung from the stream, then settled back where it belonged. Gratien’s eyes questioned her, and Ianthe smiled, bobbing her head. The young man mouthed a silent ‘thank you.’

“Bella, we should return to the village. I must speak with your father and ask him for your hand in marriage.”

Standing on tiptoes, she kissed him. “I thought you’d never ask.”

Ianthe watched them until they disappeared through the golden trees. Settling against a leafy branch, she smiled. Being mischievous was fun but taking a nap was better.

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I wrote “The Nymph” initially based on a writing prompt from a writing group that was part of the now-defunct Google+. Really hated to see Google+ end, as there were some amazing writing groups on it.

“The Nymph” found its way into a fantasy anthology for Writer’s Unite! and that anthology is being re-published. I chose to pull a couple of stories from the original anthology and write new ones, so thought I might as well post this here.

A fun little story about a Nymph and true love. Enjoy!!!