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This is the handout for my Web Serial Toolbox workshop, which I’m teaching today at Readercon at 6pm. I’m posting it here as a reference document for those who don’t pick up the physical handout, or who lose the piece of paper, or in case I didn’t bring enough copies, or if a paper-eating nanotech experiment escaped from a nearby office park and destroyed them all while I was on my way to the con.

This is the bare bones reference document, not a full “how to,” since that’s what I give in my workshop, but some of the rest of you might find it a somewhat useful checklist of things to do if you’re starting, or already running a web fiction serial. I might write individual blog posts at a later date on individual topics if I have time and inclination.

Web Serial Toolbox Reference Sheet

by Cecilia Tan, author of award-winning web serial Daron’s Guitar Chronicles

Web serial/web fiction: “(Also known as “Webfiction” or the “Online novel”) is the prose equivalent of webcomics such as Sluggy Freelance or Girl Genius (among many others) which… have distinct Story Arcs. An author, usually an amateur, publishes a Novel in many short installments (often daily or weekly) on a website.”
(Definition from TV Tropes: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/WebSerialNovel)

Another definition (mine): “The online text-fiction equivalent of serial storytelling forms such as television shows, comic books, or soap operas.”

Setting up your serial:

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MU1_new_cover_100x150It’s Halloween time, and Day of the Dead, and the time when magic is strongest, at least that’s what I wrote in the Magic University books! In honor of the brand new edition of The Siren and the Sword (book one) coming out, I thought I would treat you all to a sweet excerpt!

Kyle has arrived at Harvard to discover he’s magical and belongs in the hidden magical university on the campus. Thrust suddenly into a curriculum he’s never studied before, Kyle finds some subjects more challenging than others. But here’s his girlfriend Jess to help him study…

(Scene after the cut! I did say NSFW, right?)

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How The Line Between Fantasy and Reality Defines Consent: And Why It Matters
by Cecilia Tan

This blog post is prompted by two things that happened today. One, a male writer friend I respect a lot and who is clueful about many things including sexuality and feminism asked me: “Serious question: I’d love to hear your thoughts, as a kink-friendly feminist Asian woman, about racial fetishes. Blog post?”

The other is that right before reading his message, I had just gotten email from a reader who wrote: “Anything that makes violence abuse and torture seem more attractive, i.e. associating it with getting off sexually or glorifying in anyway, is keeping us from developing into a more enlightened society” and also “those feminists who think that rape portrayed in any format is okay are just shooting a cause in the foot.” This fan is someone that I met at a BDSM convention and their email to me says they’re okay with common consensual BDSM activities like bondage and flogging and spanking. What prompted their reaction was not the convention, but reading some of my fan fiction that featured “non-con” — non-consensual acts. (If you’re new to me: I’m a professional writer of erotica, romance, and sf/fantasy whose fiction often deals with BDSM. I also write fanfic for fun.)

You might think that someone who was okay with BDSM wouldn’t be able to make a statement like “Anything that makes violence abuse and torture seem more attractive, i.e. associating it with getting off sexually or glorifying in anyway, is keeping us from developing into a more enlightened society.” The point I’d like to make here is not that this particular fan is confused or a hypocrite, it’s to point out that this particular kind of hypocrisy is VERY COMMON. So common perhaps we should say it’s human nature, except then we’d have to accept it instead of trying to change it. And I’m trying to change it. My activism and my creative life for the past 23 years have been built on trying to change it, on the following basis:

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Title: Ignorance is Bliss
Author: Cecilia Tan
Rating: NC-17
Orientation: Male/male
Characters: Frost/Candlin
Fandom: Magic University
Summary: Frost tells the story of how he got together with Michael Candlin, and discovered how good (and dangerous) sex and love could be.
Feedback/CommentsAlways welcome!
Disclaimer: This piece of Magic University fanfiction comes from the anthology SPELLBINDING: Tales from the Magic University, published by Riverdale Avenue Books. I am the original author. Do not distribute further.

Notes: When book one of the series opens, Timothy Frost and Michael Candlin are already in a relationship. This is the story of how, despite Frost’s fears and repressions, they got together.

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Yes, I wrote fanfic in my own universe!

Title: Lakeside Encounter
Author: Cecilia Tan
Rating: NC-17
Orientation: Male/male
Characters: Kyle/OC
Fandom: Magic University
Summary: After his sophomore year, Kyle travels alone for a while. On the shore off Lake Michigan he has a surprising encounter.
Feedback/CommentsAlways welcome!
Disclaimer: This piece of Magic University fanfiction comes from the anthology SPELLBINDING: Tales from the Magic University, published by Ravenous Romance. I am the original author. Do not distribute further.

Kyle hadn’t expected to meet magical people here.

When he’d decided to go backpacking for the summer, he’d decided to leave behind all the talk of prophecies and go somewhere the Tower was far from visible. He’d always wanted to go to New Orleans, but there was a sizable magical community there, and the whole point was to get away.

So he went west, and somewhere not quite to Chicago got sidetracked, and he ended up at a campground adjacent to a state park on Lake Michigan. By then he had a solo pop-up tent he could carry easily in his pack, and although he’d forsaken Esoteric Arts as his major, he knew enough sexual magic to be able to keep warm all night long no matter how chilly the night air was, so long as he was somewhere private enough to touch himself. Hence, the tent. Read more... )

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(I’m not sure why the mirroring of these posts doesn’t seem to be working quite right, so for the moment I’m doing it by hand…)

(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)

44: Jorin

In the end, we waited until nightfall after all. Kan and I fell back to sleep in each other’s arms, and when Sergetten woke us at midday he handled my cock and balls with brusque disgust. “I could take you now, but the ritual would be devoid of pleasure for you in this state,” he said, letting my limp cock fall from his grip. “Remember this later when you think me a master without mercy. I was not the one who would have sent you flaccid and spent into a Night Magic bonding.”

Kan said nothing to that, and so neither did I.

Sergetten harrumphed. “Wash. Wash yourself well, dirt-eater. And be ready at sundown.” He left us, then, the tent flapping shut behind him.

“Shall I come with you?” Kan asked.

I shook my head. “And be tempted into taking me for the last time, again? No, Kan. Let me go.”

He ran his fingers through my hair. “You are such a brave beast.”

“I am not. I have no choice.”

“You are. To accept the bond of a man you know will be cruel to you.”

“He will not be half so cruel to me as Seroi is to Kenet.”

Kan could think of nothing clever to say to that, and he let me go.

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(I’m not sure why the mirroring of these posts doesn’t seem to be working quite right, so for the moment I’m doing it by hand…)

(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.)

44: Jorin

In the end, we waited until nightfall after all. Kan and I fell back to sleep in each other’s arms, and when Sergetten woke us at midday he handled my cock and balls with brusque disgust. “I could take you now, but the ritual would be devoid of pleasure for you in this state,” he said, letting my limp cock fall from his grip. “Remember this later when you think me a master without mercy. I was not the one who would have sent you flaccid and spent into a Night Magic bonding.”

Kan said nothing to that, and so neither did I.

Sergetten harrumphed. “Wash. Wash yourself well, dirt-eater. And be ready at sundown.” He left us, then, the tent flapping shut behind him.

“Shall I come with you?” Kan asked.

I shook my head. “And be tempted into taking me for the last time, again? No, Kan. Let me go.”

He ran his fingers through my hair. “You are such a brave beast.”

“I am not. I have no choice.”

“You are. To accept the bond of a man you know will be cruel to you.”

“He will not be half so cruel to me as Seroi is to Kenet.”

Kan could think of nothing clever to say to that, and he let me go.

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I did my chat today as part of my “virtual book tour,” over at the Livejournal community for Torquere Press.

Folks had requested I post a knife play scene, but I decided that actually using the knife play excerpt in Royal Treatment would have given away too much of the plot, so I wrote a new scene from Arshan’s past instead.

You can read it free over at the chat, in this post: http://community.livejournal.com/torquere_social/1525242.html

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I did my chat today as part of my “virtual book tour,” over at the Livejournal community for Torquere Press.

Folks had requested I post a knife play scene, but I decided that actually using the knife play excerpt in Royal Treatment would have given away too much of the plot, so I wrote a new scene from Arshan’s past instead.

You can read it free over at the chat, in this post: http://community.livejournal.com/torquere_social/1525242.html

Mirrored from blog.ceciliatan.com.

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Yes, it’s that time of the week again…!

Title: The Prince’s Boy, pt. 30
Author: yours truly
Rating: NC-17
Genre: high fantasy, original fic
Summary: Prince Kenet has lived a sheltered life in his father’s castle–while outside invaders from foreign shores, pestilence, and crop failure plague the land–with his constant companion Jorin, his whipping boy. Jorin and Kenet have been discovering the pleasures of the flesh with each other in secret, but will the ambitions of the king and the schemes of his top advisor, the Lord High Mage Seroi, come between the prince and his boy? And what of Sergetten, the prince’s missing tutor?
Warnings: Male/male sex, dubious consent, corporal punishment, situations of sexual jeopardy.

Part 30: Jorin

When I came to, I was still bound, but this time my hands were in front of me and I was not blindfolded. I was lying on a blanket that smelled of horse and I appeared to be in a small tent.

My head felt like metalsmiths with hammers were shaping it from the inside and my mouth was as dry as if they had gagged me with cloth. I winced as someone pulled aside the flap of the tent and the brightness felt like needles in my eyes.

“Ah, poor thing. Here you go.”

Kan. He knelt by my head and I heard the sound of a flask being unscrewed. He tipped my mouth upward and poured a mouthful of something intensely bitter onto my tongue, but I swallowed it. He let go and already the pain had eased slightly. “I told you you’d feel like this. The tingle-tingle bush in full bloom? I’m not sure if you were lucky or unlucky there, my friend.”

“Kan,” I tried to say but it just came out a croak.

“One thing at a time,” he said, putting a finger to my lips to quiet me. He gave me water next, then went back out of the tent. I did not hear his footsteps, but when he came back in, I had the impression he had circled the tent. “All right. Quietly now. I say lucky because if you’d been awake like the other soldiers you probably would have ended with an arrow in your back. And if you hadn’t been hallucinating and talking aloud, I wouldn’t have realized who you were before I slit your throat, either, Jorin Weltskin.”

He knew who I was!
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Yes, it’s that time of the week again…!

Title: The Prince’s Boy, pt. 30
Author: yours truly
Rating: NC-17
Genre: high fantasy, original fic
Summary: Prince Kenet has lived a sheltered life in his father’s castle–while outside invaders from foreign shores, pestilence, and crop failure plague the land–with his constant companion Jorin, his whipping boy. Jorin and Kenet have been discovering the pleasures of the flesh with each other in secret, but will the ambitions of the king and the schemes of his top advisor, the Lord High Mage Seroi, come between the prince and his boy? And what of Sergetten, the prince’s missing tutor?
Warnings: Male/male sex, dubious consent, corporal punishment, situations of sexual jeopardy.

Part 30: Jorin

When I came to, I was still bound, but this time my hands were in front of me and I was not blindfolded. I was lying on a blanket that smelled of horse and I appeared to be in a small tent.

My head felt like metalsmiths with hammers were shaping it from the inside and my mouth was as dry as if they had gagged me with cloth. I winced as someone pulled aside the flap of the tent and the brightness felt like needles in my eyes.

“Ah, poor thing. Here you go.”

Kan. He knelt by my head and I heard the sound of a flask being unscrewed. He tipped my mouth upward and poured a mouthful of something intensely bitter onto my tongue, but I swallowed it. He let go and already the pain had eased slightly. “I told you you’d feel like this. The tingle-tingle bush in full bloom? I’m not sure if you were lucky or unlucky there, my friend.”

“Kan,” I tried to say but it just came out a croak.

“One thing at a time,” he said, putting a finger to my lips to quiet me. He gave me water next, then went back out of the tent. I did not hear his footsteps, but when he came back in, I had the impression he had circled the tent. “All right. Quietly now. I say lucky because if you’d been awake like the other soldiers you probably would have ended with an arrow in your back. And if you hadn’t been hallucinating and talking aloud, I wouldn’t have realized who you were before I slit your throat, either, Jorin Weltskin.”

He knew who I was!
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Title: The Prince’s Boy, pt. 29
Author: yours truly
Rating: NC-17
Genre: high fantasy, original fic
Summary: Prince Kenet has lived a sheltered life in his father’s castle–while outside invaders from foreign shores, pestilence, and crop failure plague the land–with his constant companion Jorin, his whipping boy. Jorin and Kenet have been discovering the pleasures of the flesh with each other in secret, but will the ambitions of the king and the schemes of his top advisor, the Lord High Mage Seroi, come between the prince and his boy? And what of Sergetten, the prince’s missing tutor?
Warnings: Male/male sex, dubious consent, corporal punishment, situations of sexual jeopardy.

Part 29: Kenet

We passed a check point of some kind around dawn, the guards bantering with Jort before letting us pass, and the wagon rolled on and on. I wondered why I didn’t feel hungry at all, but my stomach was in such knots from fear and worry I couldn’t have eaten anything now even if my hands had been free and a banquet were in front of me.

I had plenty of time to try to free myself from the chains if it could be done. It could not. If they were truly delivering me to General Roichal, I might find myself headed straight back to Seroi and my father if he were to recognize me. I tried to remember when the last time he had banqueted at the royal table had been. Ten years ago? When he had been made commander of the whole army. I was fairly sure he had not returned since, and even then, I don’t know that he ever got much of a look at me. I remembered him as a broad-shouldered man, with his hair in need of cutting and a perpetual frown creasing his brow.

We changed horses again at midday and no one opened the back of the wagon to find me there. A few miles later, Jort made me drink some water but I really could not eat. I finally slept fitfully through the heat of the afternoon, and then woke as the wagon went through another check point. The sun was setting as we came into a camp, a circle of tents visible all around in the fading light. I could hear many voices.

And then suddenly the back of the wagon was flung open and Jort was standing there grinning, gesturing at me. “Here you are.”

The man standing next to him was in some sort of uniform, but not like a soldier’s. He had an apron on as well. A cook? He wore a disdainful expression. “This? This is what our king sends to boost morale? Whiskey instead of grain? And what the hell are we supposed to do with a whoreslave?”
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Title: The Prince’s Boy, pt. 29
Author: yours truly
Rating: NC-17
Genre: high fantasy, original fic
Summary: Prince Kenet has lived a sheltered life in his father’s castle–while outside invaders from foreign shores, pestilence, and crop failure plague the land–with his constant companion Jorin, his whipping boy. Jorin and Kenet have been discovering the pleasures of the flesh with each other in secret, but will the ambitions of the king and the schemes of his top advisor, the Lord High Mage Seroi, come between the prince and his boy? And what of Sergetten, the prince’s missing tutor?
Warnings: Male/male sex, dubious consent, corporal punishment, situations of sexual jeopardy.

Part 29: Kenet

We passed a check point of some kind around dawn, the guards bantering with Jort before letting us pass, and the wagon rolled on and on. I wondered why I didn’t feel hungry at all, but my stomach was in such knots from fear and worry I couldn’t have eaten anything now even if my hands had been free and a banquet were in front of me.

I had plenty of time to try to free myself from the chains if it could be done. It could not. If they were truly delivering me to General Roichal, I might find myself headed straight back to Seroi and my father if he were to recognize me. I tried to remember when the last time he had banqueted at the royal table had been. Ten years ago? When he had been made commander of the whole army. I was fairly sure he had not returned since, and even then, I don’t know that he ever got much of a look at me. I remembered him as a broad-shouldered man, with his hair in need of cutting and a perpetual frown creasing his brow.

We changed horses again at midday and no one opened the back of the wagon to find me there. A few miles later, Jort made me drink some water but I really could not eat. I finally slept fitfully through the heat of the afternoon, and then woke as the wagon went through another check point. The sun was setting as we came into a camp, a circle of tents visible all around in the fading light. I could hear many voices.

And then suddenly the back of the wagon was flung open and Jort was standing there grinning, gesturing at me. “Here you are.”

The man standing next to him was in some sort of uniform, but not like a soldier’s. He had an apron on as well. A cook? He wore a disdainful expression. “This? This is what our king sends to boost morale? Whiskey instead of grain? And what the hell are we supposed to do with a whoreslave?”
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