Scythe follows two teenagers, Citra and Rowan, through their apprenticeship to the Honorable Scythe Faraday. (All Scythes take on new names, after “Patron Historics,” aka historical personalities, when ordained.) Neither want to join the next generation of population-controlling killers, which is why they are deemed perfect to be trained; however, only one year of training one can continue their apprenticeship. Continue reading “Review: Scythe by Neal Shusterman”
While I was going about my day, I had an inkling of a potential subplot for the Cliche story arc. That story arc would be inspired by a darker part of my writing life, the part I’ve alluded to in poems and more explicitly in the sound art track on my poetry EP.
To respect the privacy of everyone involved, I’ve hesitated to speak about the time someone tried to control my creativity. I was resistant, but it was at a low point in my personal life, and knowing that, the person tried to use that vulnerability against me. In fact, anything creative they saw me doing, they tried to take over and then rub it in my face, make me feel guilty that I wasn’t creating for them.
No thanks to that person, I couldn’t really write for a long time. And I’m wary to this day of collaborative writing projects, especially co-writing projects. I’m able to do them now, but a) I worry (without basis) it’ll be like this one; and b) what if I become like that person – lazy, controlling, expecting my partner to do all the work while all I do is criticize and get my name on the cover.
Thank G-d, my bout of writer’s block finally cleared when I started roleplaying on Young Writers Society. Thanks to the lovely people there, my zeal for writing returned, little by little. I’ve got one completed manuscript that I’m super proud of, and I’m currently 75% done with another.
In my notes for the Cliche sequel, the entire subplot idea is covered in question marks. Until now, Cliche has just been poking some good-natured fun at the stuff writers do. I feel like crafting this particular subplot into the story would be pulling from a dark, shadowy source that might taint it.
But there’s a reason it feels so dark. The thing is, I’ve only just come to the point that I can express my feelings about that time in verse. I don’t think I’m ready to turn that experience into self-deprecating humor. The time for that will come eventually, when I can look on that time and actually chuckle at it. But not yet.
Treat me like a stripe in your banner
I simply don’t fit in society’s life planner
When kids in school played being grown
I found peace and solace all on my own
Is this some part of the prudish thing
A short-lived phase that’s come to sting?
My time will come in the traditional way
But that time, make note, is not this day
So let me hang onto the tattered rags
That ravel from your gaily colored flag
Until arrives my one, true destiny
I’ll take this semblance of unity
I hope you get it, my favorite color
Has temporarily switched to another
So I can enjoy some solitude
This is my choice, I am a prude
Like a River Glorious is the sequel to Walk on Earth a Stranger in the Gold Seer trilogy by Rae Carson. In my review for the first book, I was raving about just how well Carson’s writing holds my attention. While I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as the last one, Like a River Glorious held my attention just as much; I finished it in approximately one sitting. Continue reading “Like a River Glorious by Rae Carson [Gold Seer Trilogy #2]”
I don’t often do poems with religious overtones, but here’s one. Enjoy?
Inside the depths of your little museum
Stay the greatest of artwork and artists
Ever to cross your corner of the world and
Ending where the allies drew her lines
You thought it’d be simple enough to hide
Over the hills, safe within Mother’s proxy but
Under G-d’s watchful eyes – He’s out there
Believe if you want to or hide in your anger
Underneath Siberia’s deep snow and ice
But I believe that He’s watching me too