Yes, I went and saw last night’s Doctor Who special. I went into it with an open mind and came out feeling entertained and a little inspired to do a blog post. Continue reading ““It’s a Long Story””
Michael Gunter shares his thoughts on my latest writing endeavor in this post. 🙂
Some of you know Allison Rose. She’s a fellow writer, of many genres and a great sense of humor. She’s also done a guest post on my blog.
Sunday, she started a serial story (funny how that seems to be going around).
The title, Flora Dennis and the Isle of Two Eyes, gives a pretty good idea as to what general type of story it is, but the jury is still out as to exactly which genre it fits (maybe Ms. Rose could tell you). There’s not enough of it yet for me to really say what the plot-line actually is, but it caught my attention with the style.
How often do you pick up a book that looks interesting, but obviously takes itself so seriously that it’s painful? Sure, epic fantasy or gritty detective stories can pull “serious” off, but most other genres need a lighter touch. Most…
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The first installment of Flora Dennis and the Island of Two Eyes is out now, at Poets Cove!
Here’s an excerpt (just be forewarned, my “voice” for this story is shamelessly wordy):
Uncle Petrie’s house was decorated with the spoils of his many travels: feline statuettes from Egypt, a gold mask from Genghis Khan’s fabled lost city, African tribal drums, a fragile paper fan from Japan…. Name a place, he’s been there, and usually has a gripping story to go with it.
I was used to his long leaves of absence, oftentimes during those weeks I was to be home from school, but, as my guardian until I turn twenty-one (in a good seven years, mind you), he rarely disappeared without a written explanation.
Which was why I was perturbed to find the house devoid of his presence when I arrived at the start of the summer holiday.
I intend for this to be a monthly serial, but knowing my tendency to fall into horrible writer’s block, we’ll just have to wait and see. 😉
My friend Lisa has invited me to do some guest posts at her website, Poet’s Cove! In addition to sharing some beautiful poetry, Lisa is working on a really suspenseful historical fiction set in Paris during the Holocaust, called A Journey Deep Down. You can check that out here. I’m enjoying it so far. 🙂
Currently, you can find some of my poems on the site, (I intend to add more,) but in coming months, I’m hoping to contribute a serial story of my own.
Stay tuned…. 😉
I was having a lovely and enlightening conversation with a lady over the weekend; she is also a writer and avid reader, and we had tons to discuss in both interest areas.
We talked about authors whose books we liked, and at some point in our discussion, I “came out” about my prudishness. (I don’t flaunt it so much as I try to mention it in passing before well-meaning folks waste their breath recommending books and movies I can’t enjoy.) So then, she asked me, “If you’re a prude, how come you like Tamora Pierce?”
Dun dun dun dunnnnnn. She must have mentioned the name earlier and I must have politely complimented Pierce, because she’s clearly an accomplished and talented writer. Her books are everywhere, and I’ve even borrowed a few from the library — I just never got far enough into them.
But wait, I thought. Why did I stop borrowing her books, aside from the fact that they didn’t hold my interest? Then, I remembered flipping through the pages of Alana, blushing heavily, and putting it back on the shelf.*
The lady was right that I’m a prude and Tamora Pierce’s books aren’t for me. Which brings us back to the question. Why would I like her?
To admire and respect an author, one doesn’t necessarily have to like their books. I respect Tamora Pierce, Jodi Picoult, Jerry Spinelli, Michael Grant (of Gone infamy), and even Judy Blume for their successes as authors. If there was a “gentlemen’s edition” (like this) of On Writing, I’m sure I could learn so much from the massively successful Stephen King. I really wish I could.
Likewise, I have made plenty of writing friends whose writings may not always be appropriate for my sensitivities. That certainly shouldn’t stop us from being friends or honing our skills together.
My answer to the question was something to the extent of, “I may not appreciate what Ms. Pierce writes, but I respect her for her achievements and success. Even if it’s not for me to read, she’s clearly good at what she does.”
And then we talked about our latest projects. All in all, I learned a ton from our conversation.
* It’s apparently not uncommon in fantasy stories geared at tweenage girls for the young female protagonist to enter puberty (and then some) at a critical point in the story, which, I suppose, is why I don’t read that sort of story all that often. (It’s hardly plot-relevant the times I’ve come across it, but maybe I’m a biased prude.) It’s nice to be able to relate to a character in some way, especially if they live in a totally alien setting festooned with elves, dragons, goblins, and “magick”; and sometimes, there isn’t a better figure (like a mother or aunt or grandmother) in these readers’ lives to help them cope with these stages of development they inevitably experience themselves; but personally, I think we’re all much better off discussing these matters with our doctors, not authors whose books, if I may add, are often on the same shelf as books boys read. (Some boys actually like fantasy too, which is great, and I’m sure a lot of them wouldn’t appreciate those girly scenes. But how should I know?) We can’t exactly segregate library books based on their intended audiences without being labeled chauvinists, can we? To paraphrase the King of Siam, ’tis one puzzlement of a digression!
First off, I’ll share a screenshot from the Google Play Store:
I really can’t complain about John Green’s TFIOS, because who says it has any more mature content than your average YA novel? But … why is E.L. James’ bestselling garbage, according to Google, one of the most popular reads of 2014?
Continue reading “Writing What Sells”
Two friends from the Young Writers Society are collaborating with me on an X-Men fanfiction. I’m tentatively calling the story X-23, because the story centers around this character.
In case you’re wondering who this X-23 is, she’s essentially a female clone of Wolverine (don’t ask me how that’s even possible) who was created by the villainous HYDRA organization (you may remember them from Captain America: The First Avenger). For more information about her, I would suggest watching this episode if X-Men: Evolution, which introduced X-23 to the Marvel universe. (There do exist subsequent comic books about her, but I have been told they’re absolutely not for prudes. So yeah, don’t read them.) She also appeared briefly in the Wolverine and the X-Men cartoon in a slightly different setting with room for further development, but the show only lasted one season and her storyline kind of fell through the cracks.
In my opinion, X-23 didn’t have all that many opportunities to let her awesomeness shine across all mediums. Twenty minutes of fast-paced animation just doesn’t cut it, and I don’t think it’s fair to kids (and prudes) to continue X-23’s adventures in mature comic books. So my friends and I decided to work on a story of our own which reintroduces X-23 in a more age-appropriate setting. Sure, there’s a healthy dose of action and violence, but our characters never “cuss” or otherwise act beneath their dignity. In short, our story is probably as clean as you can get when it comes to serious superhero stories.
And so, without further ado, I present an excerpt of our story: