Sunday, January 27, 2013

Thoughts About Using Skin Color in my Novel

One of the characters in my novel is black, and, after controversies with Rue from The Hunger Games movie (where a bunch of racist white folk were pissed that a black actress played a dear character they assumed was white from the novel), I want to be very clear within the text of my book that she's black.  

To be colorful or colorless?
Most writer's I've talked to say to just not mention what color of skin that any characters have at all, to leave it up to the reader's imagination. However, I feel like this is a little timid on the part of these writers. Why hide the skin color of everyone just to appease certain groups?

I want to shove it in the hater's faces that one of my main characters has dark skin and nobody sees her any differently than any other character. It's merely a descriptive value; not a judgement or statement.

For context, my book doesn't have anything to do with racial issues. In fact, the characters in my book don't really think about skin color much at all. There are black people, white people, Asians, everything, all mixed. It's perceived more like hair color than race in the fantasy world I've created.

These are just a few thought I've been having. I'm trying to figure out a good word to describe her skin color, but most suggestions I get on the Internet say things like, "caramel" or "mocha," but I feel like using food words for skin color is getting a little cliche and seems like just another way for writers to skip over using terms like "brown." If anyone has any thoughts on good words to describe skin color in fiction, please share them. 

All of this won't really have much affect on the storyline, but I think it's important to acknowledge that there exists more than just white people in the world, and if you don't specifically say so, it seems like most readers will just assume that all characters match the skin color of the author.

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Saturday, January 26, 2013

The Chx

This is Ostapex, who uses an old monster truck tire as his shell.
He rolls around in it to move, pushing with his claws.
He owns an old open-air parking lot, which is called the
Shellot Hotel. This hotel is a place where Chx can sleep at
night while staying in the big city.

My world is filled with alternative races. Rather than elves and dwarves, I use gats and kudanites. I wanted to make something new and unique. To explore new themes in fantasy and society.

Today I’m going to talk about another race I’ve created. It’s not a prominent race in my novel, but one that is only talked about a few times in passing. The Chx.

The Chx are crustaceans, as if a lobster somehow evolved into the overruling sentient race of a planet. They are most similar to hermit crabs, made giant, with massive shells, their outer layer is an exoskeleton, and they can breathe both water and air.