tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61237703215425010832024-03-13T12:24:54.783-05:00SANGUINE MUSINGSby DAN M. KLINEFELTER - WRITER AND STUFFDanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-75174269900722894072013-08-07T14:00:00.000-05:002013-08-07T14:00:00.995-05:00THE FAERIE WAR Cover RevealIt's plug time! Not for me, though. It's for fellow author <a href="http://www.rachel-morgan.com/" target="_blank">Rachel Morgan</a>. Today she's revealing the cover for the third book in her Creepy Hollow series, <i>The Faerie War. </i>I'm halfway through the first book in the series, <i>The Faerie Guardian. </i>I'd hoped to have a review with this, in fact, but work keeps getting in the way. Let me just say I'm really enjoying it so far: plenty of action with likable, endearing characters. If you haven't checked it out yet, you must.<br />
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<b>Title</b>: The Faerie War</div>
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<b>Series</b>: Creepy Hollow, Book Three </div>
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<b>Author</b>: <a href="http://www.rachel-morgan.com/" target="_blank">Rachel Morgan</a></div>
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<b>Publication Date</b>: Oct 2013</div>
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<br />Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-36773417709084337542013-08-07T12:17:00.001-05:002013-08-07T12:17:14.014-05:00IWSG: The Fall Will Kill You<p>There’s a famous scene in <em>Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid </em>where the title characters are trapped on a mountain ridge and a posse of hired guns is chasing them down. Sundance is prepared to fight them off, a fight they’ll likely lose, but Butch sees a way out: jump into the river at the bottom of the ravine. Sundance refuses. After a hilarious back and forth, Sundance admits that he can’t swim. Despite the desperation of their situation, Butch cracks up, not because Sundance can’t swim, but because he’s worried about the wrong thing. “The fall will probably kill you,” he says.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-xQnMb5HcbpQ/UgKBFe0E7aI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7qZOvijSL_A/s1600-h/InsecureWritersSupportGroup%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="InsecureWritersSupportGroup" border="0" alt="InsecureWritersSupportGroup" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-z7l1-U8NENo/UgKBF6lwgHI/AAAAAAAAAgE/eRDuWcURuG8/InsecureWritersSupportGroup_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="259" height="222"></a></p> <p>I’m posting this as part of the <a href="http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/p/the-insecure-writers-support-group.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writer’s Support Group</a>, hopefully they welcome new members. Anyway, it’s been three months, give or take, since I released my novel, <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Wind-Maiden-ebook/dp/B00D3OHA3U/ref=tmm_kin_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1375230897&sr=8-1" target="_blank">The Wind Maiden</a></em>. I had no marketing plan, kind of on purpose, and kind of not, because I wouldn’t know what I was doing anyway. Well, anyone who’s published a book – or put their artwork on display, or released a CD, or in any way put their creativity on display for the would to see – understands the sheer terror involved giving it to the world. You also know it’s a thrilling kind of terror, like jumping out of an airplane.* Also like skydiving, the terror fades once you commit. Staring out the side of an airplane at 13,000 feet can get the hardest of hearts jittering, but once you’re tumbling through the air like a load of laundry, there’s not much point in being afraid.</p> <p> </p> <p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 396px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:e1ed6d66-52b2-4532-9ef4-968ed63f5ed6" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="1d8ad671-a62c-4272-9551-1a20e73f0ca2" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1IbStIb9XXw&feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_new"><img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PvdXLW3p97U/UgKBGKUscAI/AAAAAAAAAgM/yocjN6pyCJ0/video571aa1da22ca%25255B86%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('1d8ad671-a62c-4272-9551-1a20e73f0ca2'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"396\" height=\"222\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/1IbStIb9XXw?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/1IbStIb9XXw?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"396\" height=\"222\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div></p> <p>My personal anxiety was simple: what if everyone hates it? I know it’s good, or good enough to be published, at least. I also know it’s not perfect, and good or not, everyone has different tastes. I braced my for the bad reviews. Everyone gets them, even the great ones like Neil Gaimen and Michael Chabon, and I’m not near their territory - not yet, anyway. So bad reviews are the price of doing business, and I was prepared for them. But there was one problem:</p> <p>I was worried about the wrong thing. </p> <p>I haven’t gotten any bad reviews yet because I basically haven’t gotten any reviews at all. I’ve sold some books, even to people I don’t know, but so far I have no idea if any of those people have even read it, or if they tried to and gave up, or heck, even if they liked it. I should have expected it: I read a lot, but before I saw things from the author’s perspective, even I never reviewed things, so I’m definitely not taking it personally. </p> <p>On the other, I really need feedback. I was worried about bad reviews, now I’d kill for one,** This is my first book. I’ve gotten positive comments (and some critiques) form people I know personally, but the readers that don’t know me from Adam, they’ll tell me exactly how they feel, good or bad. And that’s what I want to know.</p> <p>I’ve just got to figure out how to find them.</p> <p><font size="1"></font> </p> <p><font size="1">*With a parachute. I rather not experience the thrill of jumping without one.</font></p> <p><font size="1">**Metaphorically.</font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-71980153573719627232013-08-05T08:47:00.001-05:002013-08-05T08:51:09.186-05:00Writing Out the Storm<p> </p> <p>I remember reading an article years ago by one of the creators/producers of <i>Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. </i>They had wanted to expand on the renewed interest created by <i>The Next Generation </i>with a second spin-off, this one not in a starship exploring the galaxy, but rather “boldly staying put” in a space station, where people of different backgrounds (and species) struggled to get along with each other. It was the perfect setting for conflict: an isolated outpost perpetually on the brink of war populated with characters with private agendas and serious trust issues. The only prerequisite: it had to stay true to Gene Roddenberry’s vision of the future. <p>The problem? In Roddenberry’s future, humanity has finally overcome it’s darker side. Intellectual disagreements still exist, but otherwise everyone gets along. There is no hate, duplicity, greed, or power struggles. <p>In other words: no conflict. <p>That’s great for humanity, but full of suck for anyone trying to tell any kind of story. Stories need conflict. Conflict is the heart of drama (and comedy, for that matter). The producers of <i>DS9 </i>circumvented Roddenberry’s rule by simply populating the show with aliens. Humans may be evolved, but the Ferengi, Bajorans, and Cardassians are still flawed, dark, and hopelessly interesting. <p>So where do we get our conflict, and what do we do with it once we have it? It helps if you keep it as real as possible, even when dealing with fantasy and science fiction. Sure, we all agree Sharknados are, as the kids say, made out of awesome, but how many times is the average person going to encounter Great Whites falling out of the sky?* Well, that’s the easy part: pick up a paper, look out your window, hell, just talk to anyone about anything. In this flawed, un-evolved, decidedly non-Roddenberry world of ours, conflict is everywhere. Whatever you want, you got it, from minor blow-ups to calculating deceptions to life-or-death struggles. Take your pick. The trick is what to do with that conflict. <p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-W0MgWSikyQE/Uf-s1sWlGSI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ye2ISkP6eTA/s1600-h/sharknado5.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sharknado" border="0" alt="sharknado" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-p0QrjYW1x9k/Uf-s2DRY7wI/AAAAAAAAAfs/ckfOZDhR5WE/sharknado_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" height="231"></a> <p align="center"><font size="1"><strong>“Hey, I’m going to be late, there’s a Sharknado…Yeah, again…”</strong></font> <p>This May, I published my first novel. In it, the main character, Thea, is about to win a 2500 meter race at a track meet. Just before she can reach the finish line, the city is hit by a bombing raid. Bombs go off, and lives are lost. It was a scene I wrote literally eight years earlier, and one I hadn’t given much thought to afterward because it worked. <p>About a month earlier, however, something very similar happened in Boston, a race ending in violent tragedy. Suddenly the problems of a figment of my imagination didn’t seem worth much. I considered dropping the scene, though it was a pivotal part of the story. I considered postponing what I had put off far too long already. After talking it over with people close to me, I decided go ahead with it. I tweaked the scene and its aftermath to give it a little more weight, but otherwise I kept it as is. So far, I haven’t had any negative reactions to it. <p>That’s the double edge sword of conflict: we want it to be as real as possible, but for those who have gone through it, it might be too real. Our stories need conflict, or to put it another way: our job as writers is to kick the shit out of our characters (literally or figuratively). We put as much crap in our characters’ way as we can; the value of the story is seeing them climb their way out. <p>It would be nice if we lived in a future where everyone was nice to each other and bad things just didn’t happen. Until that happens, though, we need stories dripping with conflict to encourage us, to remind us that we can climb out of the crap that life gives us. And personally, I’ll take our messy world of conflict over a sterile utopia. It may be flawed, but that’s what makes it beautiful. <p>Although a holodeck would be awesome… <blockquote> <p>* <font size="1">Two or three at best</font></p></blockquote> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-49717573817475046972011-12-07T08:20:00.001-06:002011-12-07T08:20:02.690-06:00Don Draper Would Punch You In The Face If He Heard You Talk Like That<p>I have a book coming out. I’m trying not to be obnoxious about it, but this blog is about my life as a writer. And right now that life is consumed by my novel. I’m self-publishing, and those of you who’ve gone that route know what it’s like to realize just how much you have to do to get a book ready for primetime, so to speak, and then wake up the next morning and realize there’s about a hundred more things you have to do that you hadn’t even though of. So forgive me if I keep bringing it up. <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-W8fRsbt5p_A/Tt92ED-PsqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/PdSZ11TqsQg/s512/don-draper-image%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="don-draper-image" border="0" alt="don-draper-image" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-WI6fQwJJWhM/Tt92EQHf-SI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/5XqxQM1g7YE/s512/don-draper-image_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="275" height="224"></a>This week’s anxiety-sponsored ramblings revolve around everyone’s favorite part of the writing process: marketing.* Is there anyone out there who got into writing with the lifelong dream of platform building and putting together a market strategy? If there are, God bless you, but for me, it’s been the most stressful part of the process. I’ve been mulling over the options: a grassroots blog-based campaign, a subtle “coming-soon” style buzz-builder, maybe even hiring a professional. Right now, I’m considering possibly the most revolutionary of all marketing strategies: <p>Not marketing at all. <p>Why do we do this? Writing, I mean. What’s the drive, the endgame? Is it the money? There’s lots of easier and quicker ways to make money. Is it to be read? Maybe. But why? Is it because a book isn’t really complete until someone reads it, or is it so people can tell you how great you are? I’ll be honest: I’d love to hear people tell me how great I am while cashing checks with more zeros than the Republican primary field. But is that what drives me? No. <p>Somewhere in the universe, there’s at least one person who’s going to buy my book (or borrow it, or pirate it, whatever) and who’s going to fall madly in love with it. I’m not saying it’s great; she may be the only person in the world who even likes it, who even buys a copy, but for whatever reason, she’ll love it. That’s who I’m writing for.** <p>I don’t need a glossy ad campaign or a marketing strategy design to penetrate every last corner of the web. If this elusive reader exists, and I’m sure she*** does, then the book’ll find her, or she’ll find it. She might even feel she “discovered” it. <p>And that’s fine by me. <p><font size="1">*seriously, where’s that sarcasm font?</font> <p><font size="1">**this sentence is so blatantly incorrect, I know, but the alternative is, “That’s for whom I’m writing.” And who wants to read that shit?</font> <p><font size="1">*** or ‘he’. Just trying to keep it simple.</font> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-25155870136931878542011-12-05T12:31:00.001-06:002011-12-05T12:31:59.969-06:00I Want a Blog, Just Like the Blog…<p>So I changed things around. Again. I’m trying to capture a professional look for my blog while still keeping it personal and unique. I don’t know if I’ve achieved that, but I’m satisfied with the look for now. I look at other people’s blog’s and I think there’s some ”make my blog awesome” button that I’m missing. Maybe it’s just because it’s mine, and I don’t have an objective eye. Maybe my contempt only comes from my familiarity as Mr. Clemens might have suggested. At any rate, no matter what I do with my blog, I’ll never be completely satisfied. I’ll never be able to view it as an objective observer and say, “Man, dude knows what he’s doing.” In short, I’ll always feel it’s not quite good enough.</p> <p> </p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-QluSqM2Anpg/Tt0OHd_ltWI/AAAAAAAAAU4/n7RViIydlJE/s1600-h/SM%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="SM" border="0" alt="SM" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-zGKIQAAzA_Q/Tt0OH6ZVcrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ih2lFwBMc_Y/SM_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="213"></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="1">Sanguine Musings 1.0</font></p> <p> </p> <p>Have you figured out yet that this really isn’t about my blog at all?</p> <p>All the above is true: I’ll really do feel design-wise my blog doesn’t quite cut it. But I don’t care about that. Yeah, I do my best to make it the best, but what matters is the content, and I’m generally satisfied with that. What the real issue is, is that the top paragraph sums up exactly the way I feel about my novel.</p> <p>I read pretty much any type of book: classics, nonfiction, genre novels, self-pubs, even books off the supermarket checkout racks. Some are really good, and some are…well, not. But they all have something in common, whether paper or plastic, whether published by Smashwords or Simon and Schuster: they’re all professional. </p> <p>And then there’s mine. </p> <p>Don’t me wrong. I’m not saying book is crap. I’m going line by line with a red marker, and then I’m passing it on to a professional, so it’ll be as clean as it can possibly be. All the plot holes are gone. The characters are alive, at least to me, and the action seems to flow pretty well. In short, it’s a novel. And a professional one, at that.</p> <p>I just find it hard to view it that way. </p> <p>Maybe it’s just me. I haven’t had a lot of feedback, probably not as much as I should have, anyway, so I’m kind of flying blind a little. Maybe it doesn’t even matter. My book is either good or it isn’t. More likely, it’s both. Some people will like it and some won’t, that’s just the way it is. In short, I’m satisfied with it. I always though that if I could get amnesia and read one time without any previous knowledge of it, that would help a lot.*</p> <p>Well, in a few months I’ll know exactly what people think about it.</p> <p>In the meantime, I’ll keep looking for the “make my book awesome” button.</p> <p><font size="1">*I don’t really want amnesia.</font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-73587879548918648742011-12-03T20:19:00.001-06:002011-12-03T20:19:58.955-06:00Watch Out, He’s Got a Binder!<p>I’m kicking it old school* these days. After months of fits and starts trying to work through the final edit of my MS on my laptop, I decided to print it out and tackle it the old fashioned way. I’ve got my red pen and my rainbow of highlighters, and I’ve been tearing through paragraphs like a machete-wielding psychopath at an abandoned summer camp.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dlFlWOuaWNw/TtrYy4DWgNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/jtknZkHqT-0/s1600-h/DSC05035%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="DSC05035" border="0" alt="DSC05035" align="right" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-Hu85ti29DCw/TtrYzc1hMJI/AAAAAAAAAUo/tzk4kWGzdFo/DSC05035_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="251" height="175"></a>This is the final stretch for me: I’ve decided to self-publish, and I’ve targeted early 2012 for release. Is my book good enough? I don’t know, but it’s been complete for nearly two years now. Since then I’ve cut out nearly a quarter of the text, changed names, races, concepts, eliminated characters, and pretty done everything I can to squeeze as much life out of every paragraph and every sentence as possible.</p> <p>Now it’s ready for the world, no matter how much I might want to lock it in an airtight case and bury it under seven miles of concrete. It’s a book; it needs to be read.</p> <p>Is it good? Again, I don’t know. I like it, but I’m biased. It’s <strike>hard</strike> impossible to read it at this point with anything close to objectivity, and despite what people say, it’s pretty damn hard to find objective readers, too. It’s not so much that putting out a bad book worries me, it’s that I haven’t done everything I can tell the story of Thea, Talus and everyone else in the most effective way possible. </p> <p>So that’s why I dusted of the old binder** as well as any marketing ability I might have tucked away in the dark recesses of my brain. I’m going to publish. On my own, no less. Very soon, I’ll even have a date set. No going back.</p> <p>My book might suck, or it might be good but completely ignored. But If I don’t risk those things, it’ll sit in a file collecting virtual dust until it disappears, never having seen the world. I don’t want that to happen. </p> <p>It kind of feels like jumping out of a plane. I know because I’ve done that, too. </p> <p>I think this is scarier.</p> <p><font size="1">*kids still say that, don’t they?</font></p> <p><font size="1">**three rings to rule them all.</font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-54112065787698590762011-10-17T09:07:00.000-05:002011-10-17T09:07:00.835-05:00NaNo Seconds<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ww3IYmgk58E/Tpm9-EwdfQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/8hajUz0TyNE/s1600-h/Participant2_180_180_white%25255B2%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Participant2_180_180_white" border="0" alt="Participant2_180_180_white" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ckmYAOBZLBM/Tpm9-TAXkiI/AAAAAAAAAUM/c3mU_1LmMpA/Participant2_180_180_white_thumb.png?imgmax=800" width="184" height="184"></a>I took part in NaNo last year. For those of you unfamiliar, that’s National Novel Writing Month. It’s an event that encourages people to write an entire novel in a month. November, specifically. As I said, I <i>participated </i>last year. Didn’t finish, sadly. I had been looking forward to it this year, the plan being to get every bit of preliminary out of the way around summer and let the story gestate through early fall, so when November came around, my novel would hit the ground running. <p>Not only did none of that happen, but I’ve been wondering if a writing career is still the path I want to follow. Despite that, I’ve decided I’m still going to take part this year. I love the process, especially the early stages of creation. Of creating characters so bold and vivid that eventually <i>they </i>tell <i>you</i> what to do. <p>I think it would be good for me: a specific goal, and a deadline so tight I have to focus most of my attention on it. Also, I’ll know going in that failure<i> is</i> an option, at least by NaNo’s measure of success. The process is what’s important; victory is not a word count, but a reawakening of my passion for putting the world that exists only inside my head into those strange, jagged patterns called words. <p>So I’m jumping in, and if the water’s too cold, I’ll jump back out. Most of all, though, there’s no pressure. What I get done, I get done. And as we all know, it’s never about quantity; it’s about quality. <p>So wish me luck, and...um…got any ideas? Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-50364351328078206972011-10-15T11:25:00.001-05:002011-10-15T11:25:58.647-05:00In Which the Author Attempts to Turn a Football Rant into a Post about Writing<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-QwSU9rM3tOg/Tpm0E0Im6tI/AAAAAAAAAT0/9X6DGJHexL8/s1600-h/peyton-manning-super-bowl%25255B6%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="peyton-manning-super-bowl" border="0" alt="peyton-manning-super-bowl" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-AkOvEICL50k/Tpm0FRAFp_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/-7Y--7lnZtU/peyton-manning-super-bowl_thumb%25255B4%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="210"></a>If you follow football, or for that matter, if you’ve ever seen any commercial, ever, you know who Peyton Manning is. For those that don’t, he’s the quarterback of the Indianapolis Colts, which also happens to be my favorite sports team. Manning is one of those rare athletes who came out of college with high expectations and managed to not only meet them, but completely blow them away. He’s won the league MVP award four times. No one else has ever won it more than twice. He belongs in conversations with the likes of Johnny Unitas, Dan Marino, and Joe Montana. Or to put it another way: they belong in conversations with him. In short, he’s arguably the best quarterback to ever play the game. <p>And he’s hurt. <p>Manning, who in thirteen previous seasons had never missed a start and had only missed one snap due to injury,* is out probably for the season due to complications following neck surgery in the off-season. No problem, right? He’s just one guy, right? How important can he be? <p>Um… <p>The Colts are currently 0-5 and last week blew a seventeen-point lead at home. They haven’t shown any signs of improvement, either. In fact, sadly, they’re probably already playing the best football they can. <p>So what happened, and what does this have to do with writing? <p>Well, Manning is clearly the protagonist of this team, and he’s also not only their most valuable player, but his worth has never been more evident. His very presence turns mediocre players into Pro-Bowlers, and Pro-Bowlers into future Hall of Famers, even on defense. He compensates for shortcomings and hides weaknesses. His will and force of character pervades the entire team and turns a 6-10 ball club into perennial Super Bowl contenders. <p>And that’s what your Main Character has to do. <p>Your MC is your novel’s MVP. It doesn’t matter how strong your prose is or how fantastic your plot is, or even the originality of the concept, if your MC is dull, generic, or clichéd, he’ll drag your whole MS down with him. On the other hand, a strong MC can turn a pedestrian tale into an enduring classic. Think about your favorite books, the ones you truly adore. What made you fall in love with them? The plot? The sentence construction? Or were they peopled with lively, original, three-dimensional characters so real you could almost have a conversation with them? <p>Stories are the life blood of humanity; they truly separate us from the rest of the animal kingdom. Yet without a Don Quixote, a Holden Caulfield, or an Odysseus, without a living, breathing person to root for (or against), the plot is just a bunch of things that happen. <p>Who is the MVP of your novel? If it’s not the MC, who is it and why? <p><font size="1">*a broken jaw(!)</font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-71647894267267292122011-10-01T23:14:00.001-05:002011-10-01T23:14:41.393-05:00Sanguine Musings: Year One, or How to Succeed in Blogging without Really Trying<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-bCXlRW7ptcQ/ToflLs7gkDI/AAAAAAAAATo/kDzkukbQLhc/s1600-h/images%252520%2525284%252529%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 5px 0px 9px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="images (4)" border="0" alt="images (4)" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-T4BhupbDJAI/ToflL_4NAtI/AAAAAAAAATs/z6lK1CxPT2c/images%252520%2525284%252529_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="203" height="295"></a>Today is my one year Blogiversary (yeah, knew <i>that </i>squiggly red line was coming). October 1, 2010 saw my very first post. Of course, no one else saw it; I had no followers save my family members who I made follow me to prime the pump, so to speak. I’ve written several posts about how I’ve been a lone wolf or solitary witch. Without any formal schooling or apprenticeship, my only real knowledge of the industry came from writing books and websites. But that by itself did little good. So I hit blogosphere. I started with agent blogs, and then went after their followers: fellow writers, aspiring or otherwise. Soon I had a blogroll chock full of helpful hints, peeks into the publishing world, and just plain moral support. <p>So here it is: twelve months, 86 posts, and 678 comments* later. I’m up to 258 followers now – an astronomical number to me back then - and I appreciate and admire every last one of you, even though I don’t comment or reply nearly as much as I should. In fact, I haven’t done much of anything with this blog lately. There’s been speculation among my board of directors (consisting mostly of my cats and a partially eaten Boba Fett) that maybe Sanguine Musings won’t see a second birthday. I hope that’s not the case, but really, my heart’s not been in it lately. But S. M. is my baby; I want it to succeed. My biggest fear, though, is that if it does disappear, no one will notice. <p>Anyway, now that I’m done peeing all over my own birthday cake, here it is: my very first post as was. Hopefully, you’ll think it sucks, which of course means I’m getting better, not worse. <p>Or, I just still suck. <img style="border-bottom-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-left-style: none" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" alt="Smile" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-02pof1u3VZ8/ToflMOhkPEI/AAAAAAAAATw/OQOH8dTKC6M/wlEmoticon-smile%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800"> <p>*<font size="1"> and 72 footnotes</font></p> <p><font color="#800000" size="4">FIRST CONTACT</font> <p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TMegaVf-8XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z_nEv04HGzg/s1600/8310.JPG"><img style="display: inline; float: left" border="0" align="left" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TMegaVf-8XI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z_nEv04HGzg/s320/8310.JPG" width="289" height="220"></a>Yesterday, after six months revising and nearly three years writing my novel and over a decade before that of failed attempts, aborted story ideas, and general foot-dragging, I finally took my first baby steps into the business end of the book world. No I’m not published yet not by a mile, but for the first time, I interacted (sort of) with an honest-to-goodness literary agent and a tiny piece of the literary world. It may not seem like anything to those actively immersed in the world. To me, however, Publication* is now no longer a mythical city on a hill, but an obtainable, albeit challenging, reality. <p>I’ve spent the last ten years working on an ambulance. Wonderful people, but not exactly the literati. It’s been difficult just finding people to read my manuscript, finding like-minded souls to muse about the peculiar life of a writer, particularly an unpublished one. I work a crazy amount of hours, and of course there are no writing groups in my immediate area. My friends are all paramedics, EMTs, and firefighters; it would be tough starting a reading group, much less one for writers. Therefore, like the solitary witch, I write without a coven; I edit with only an inkling of feedback. And as I put the finishing touches on my manuscript and prepare with trembling hand to send that first query letter into the world, I do it alone. <p>Which was why this seminar was so important. To hear from an agent in her own words exactly what she’s looking for, to have her address my questions and even look at my pitch proposal gave everything weight; it made it all real. I can get Published; it’s hard work and could take years, but I know it’s possible. There are people like me, no experience, no background in publishing, that every day are selling their manuscript, or finding that perfect agent who’s passionate about their work. I’m in the game now. It’s the fourth quarter, I’m down by three touchdowns, and my offensive line has snuck off to Applebee’s, but I’m in the game. <p>As I get older, so much about life seems to involve endings. This, however, is a beginning, and a big one. And beginnings are so much better. Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-29396436824424855502011-09-26T09:33:00.000-05:002011-09-26T09:33:00.754-05:00Waking Up From Your Lifelong Dream<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DUonqrTu7Bo/Tn0XeA6oGvI/AAAAAAAAATg/XgEcIximbAQ/s1600-h/wake-up-early4.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: left; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="wake-up-early" border="0" alt="wake-up-early" align="left" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-btZPdYcqydY/Tn0XetRM2BI/AAAAAAAAATk/pXubvd5q2MU/wake-up-early_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="228" height="242"></a>I haven’t written anything in a while. No big shocker there; the lion’s share of my writing “career” has been filled with long chunks of not-writing, sometimes measured in weeks, sometimes in years. Generally I’ll get on a tear and write a ton in a short amount of time, then piss away my gains with a month or two of inactivity. That’s always worked for me. I’ve never been a do-the-same-thing-at-the-same-time-everyday type, but not for lack of trying. Binge and purge, so to speak. That’s my way.</p> <p>That’s not to say, though, that those spurts of inactivity are completely wasted. I’ll mull over projects, think my way through a tough patch, even cast the film version of the book that hasn’t even found its way out of chapter one. Most of all, though, I lament. And admonish. And urge: <em>I have to write, I have to write, I have to write.</em> And then I do. And if I may say so, the stuff that gets written is all the better for having waited. The point is, though, in the same way scientists suggest the vacuum of space is actually teeming with activity, the empty spaces between productive writing sessions are usually anything but a cold, silent vacuum.</p> <p>Until now.</p> <p>Over the last few months, I haven’t given a whole lot of thought to my writing, except a generic, “I really need to write something”. I hate say this, but I just haven’t been that into it lately. A big reason behind that is my new job, and the inherent stresses involved there. I’ve been busy, but there’s more to it than that. My blog used to push out all my other responsibilities, but now I find myself there less and less. I’ve always procrastinated in my writing, but much of that was about getting the words right, not about lack of interest. If I didn’t always have a story on the page, I always had one in my head. And if all else failed, I usually found time to at least worry about writing if not actually do it.</p> <p>Until now.</p> <p>So what’s changed? I don’t now, maybe nothing. Maybe this is an advanced, mutated form of writer’s block, attacking not only my ability to write, but my desire as well. Maybe I’ll get over it once my life’s settled down. Or maybe I’m too settled down. I’m happier and more content than I’ve ever been. Maybe that’s the problem: maybe the drive’s gone away. </p> <p>Do I still want to write? Hell yeah. Do I need to? I thought I did, but now I don’t know. The real question is: to be successful, not necessarily in monetary terms, but truly successful, on the page, do you <em>need to </em>need to?</p> <p>I don’t know.</p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-45067809891822576642011-09-07T14:11:00.001-05:002011-09-07T14:11:34.779-05:00Insecurities Exchange<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-DynySempSXs/TmfB44MmGcI/AAAAAAAAATU/Q_JVRq6WB4Q/s1600-h/InsecureWritersSupportGroup%25255B2%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="InsecureWritersSupportGroup" border="0" alt="InsecureWritersSupportGroup" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-o1yfM67JPiI/TmfB5d-7wdI/AAAAAAAAATY/66WgrCUTToc/InsecureWritersSupportGroup_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="204" height="175"></a>Alex J. Cavanaugh, author of <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/CassaStar-Alex-J-Cavanaugh/dp/0981621066/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1315420359&sr=8-1" target="_blank">CassaStar</a></em> started this wonderful thing called the <a href="http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/2011/09/insecure-writers-support-group-post.html" target="_blank">Insecure Writers' Support Group</a>. The idea is that we all need someone to lean on from time to time. Some of us are lucky enough to be surrounded by fellow writers, be it in college, a literary-related job, or just the bookworm-stuffed coffee house downtown. For the rest of us, though, this group is pretty much all we’ve got.</p> <p>My main problem, I suppose, is not so much my ability to write, but my ability to stand by it. In other words, I think my writing’s pretty good. Difficulties arise, though, when it comes time for me to defend my work, or worse, “sell” it. Giving out my work is the hardest thing to do, and when my prospective beta-readers blow it off, or forget about it, or otherwise ignore it, I can’t help but feel that my writing is crap. No one’s come out and said point blank that it sucks, and I know most people just don’t read these days, and for every “blow-off” I usually three or four positive responses. Still, I can’t shake the negative feelings I get when faced with less-than-enthusiasm.</p> <p>Ultimately, I just have to learn that words are what’s important, not the approval of others. Obviously, writers write to read, and without readers, what’s the point of us? More important than even reader, though, are the words themselves, and if I let my insecurities psych me into not writing in the first place, then I’ve truly lost.</p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-69706238548523390072011-08-23T11:09:00.001-05:002011-08-23T11:09:19.729-05:00Hitting the Campaign Trail<p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-FB8TgLow2NA/TlPQq012keI/AAAAAAAAATI/-Lz6GCgXqxA/s1600-h/campaign%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; margin: 0px 12px 0px 7px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="campaign" border="0" alt="campaign" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-budpQD4puZY/TlPQrOAbRTI/AAAAAAAAATM/3M4JbxeLQuY/campaign_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="159" height="191"></a>She’s at it again. Rachel Harrie at Rach Writes the <a href="http://rachaelharrie.blogspot.com/2011/08/third-writers-platform-building.html" target="_blank">Third Annual Writer’s Platform Building Campaign</a>. Signup is through the end of the month. What’s a Third Annual Writer’s Platform Building Campaign, you ask? Remember the Crusaders? No, not those. More recent. Anyway, it’s a way to increase traffic on the web by combining forces with like-minded bloggers. It’s also a great way to discover new blogs and meet new people. Who knows, you might even make a friend or seventeen in the process.</p> <p>This comes at the perfect time for me. I just went two months without a post. Hopefully this will get me off my butt and prevent that from happening again.</p> <p>Anyway, that’s all I have, so here’s a video of a cat doing something.</p> <p> </p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 254px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:4c921d6d-5ed7-483a-b766-5e66840769c1" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="068c1557-1659-4af6-b8ce-3529400f8361" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=go43XeW6Wg4&feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_new"><img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-1Hub2Qm-zH8/TlPQrlD88qI/AAAAAAAAATQ/O_EtqBCbKZU/videodb11a6c0b6b9%25255B25%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('068c1557-1659-4af6-b8ce-3529400f8361'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"254\" height=\"142\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/go43XeW6Wg4?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/go43XeW6Wg4?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"254\" height=\"142\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div></div> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-49487228937006441162011-08-22T08:36:00.000-05:002011-08-22T08:36:05.735-05:00THERE...ARE...FOUR...LIGHTS!!!!*WARNING: EXPLICIT NERD CONTENT! If you've never heard of a tricorder or think <i>Jersey Shore </i>is really good television, you might want to reconsider going forward. For the rest of you, welcome aboard!<br />
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Dan's blog, Stardate 65107.4. We're all nerded up here at <i>SM</i> for Ellie Garratt's <a href="http://elliegarratt.blogspot.com/">Star Trek as We Know It Blogfest</a>. Rules are, gush about Trek: movies, TV, old, new, whatever. It's all fair game. While you're at it, make a list of your five best Star Trek episodes and five best Star Trek characters. Mine are down below if you want to skip the gushing.<br />
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Of course, "Encounter at Farpoint" sucked, as did most of the first two seasons. But as we all know, not only did it get better, it eventually became the Gold Standard of Trek. Deep Space Nine came next and told stories Next Generation never could. The franchise continued with more shows and more movies, but it peaked in the mid-nineties, I think. The franchise will continue with the new movie versions, but whatever made Star Trek Star Trek is probably gone forever.<br />
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But then again, as long as nerds are there to irritate "normal" people, to tell their co-workers to "make it so," to remember important events by their stardate, to impress would-be love interests with their fluency in Klingon, as long as they are there (and trust me, we're not going anywhere), then my friends, there will be, and ever shall be, Star Trek.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">The honorable mentions:</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">20. Tapestry - <i>TNG</i></span><br />
19. The Galileo Seven - <i>TOS</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">18. Chain of Command - <i>TNG</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">17. Blink of an Eye - <i>VOY</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">16. The Trouble with Tribbles - <i>TOS</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">15. </span>The Best of Both Worlds - <i>TNG</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">14. Children of Time - <i>DS9</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">13. Trials and Tribble-ations - <i>DS9</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">12. Year of Hell - <i>VOY</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">11. The Menagerie - <i>TOS</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">10. His Way - <i>DS9</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 9. The Inner Light - <i>TNG</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 8. In Purgatory's Shadow/By Inferno's Light - <i>DS9</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 7. The Wound - <i>TNG</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">And now the top six...(WITH SPOILERS)</span></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">5. (Tie) <b> "This Side of Paradise"</b> - <i>TOS</i></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVKiShMLcsI/TlAcDxUCYKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KK3auqTtkQ0/s1600/Spock_and_Leila_Kalomi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EVKiShMLcsI/TlAcDxUCYKI/AAAAAAAAAR0/KK3auqTtkQ0/s200/Spock_and_Leila_Kalomi.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Synopsis -</b> The crew discover what should be a desolated human colony, but not only are the inhabitants not dead, they're in perfect health and abnormally happy. Turns out it's the plants, and one by one the crew </span>succumbs<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">, abandoning the Enterprise. Will even the emotionless Mr. Spock give in to unqualified bliss?*</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><b style="font-family: inherit;">Why it's here -</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> He hangs from a tree, he makes out with a hot blonde, he beats up Kirk. This is your science officer; this is your science officer on drugs. Any questions? There is one reason this episode is here: Leonard Nimoy. In what could have been a campfest on par with "Spock's Brain", Nimoy transcends the somewhat obvious material - an allegory about wasting one's life on chemical happiness - and turns it into a study of what is lost living a life constantly in emotional check. We almost root for Spock to stay on the planet because he's </span>earned<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> any kind of happiness, even the empty kind, and also we know that can never happen. One of the saddest lines in all Star Trek is when Spock reflects on his time on the planet and says, "I was happy." And did I mention he beats up Kirk?</span></div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w533KPs7QyU/TlAdC8kthEI/AAAAAAAAASA/WSnGs4eAXw0/s1600/Ashley-Judd-as-Ensign-Robin-Lefler-TNG-Darmok-8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w533KPs7QyU/TlAdC8kthEI/AAAAAAAAASA/WSnGs4eAXw0/s200/Ashley-Judd-as-Ensign-Robin-Lefler-TNG-Darmok-8.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">5. (Tie) <strong>“Darmok”</strong> – <em>TNG </em></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Synopsis - </strong>Captain Picard is beamed against his will to a planet’s surface presumably to face off against an alien whose race’s language is completely incomprehensible even with the Universal Translator.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Why it’s here – </strong>This story is essentially a love letter to not only the power of myth but the powerful beauty of language itself. Unraveling the allegorical language of the Children of Tamok alongside Picard is great fun, and Paul Winfield is brilliant as Captain Damon. Oh, and if that weren’t enough, how about a young Ashley Judd looking…um…perky in her Starfleet uniform?</span></blockquote><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 4. <b>"The City on the Edge of Forever" - </b><i>TOS</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bABtMx0nR68/TlAdCepnWWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Zq-CFO0rYO8/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bABtMx0nR68/TlAdCepnWWI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Zq-CFO0rYO8/s200/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <b>Synopsis</b> - After accidentally injecting himself with a medication, Dr. McCoy goes berserk and leaps through a time portal, </span>inadvertently altering history<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">. Kirk and Spock follow him back and realize McCoy's action involve a social worker named Edith Keeler. But did he kill her, or save her? And what must Kirk do to set things right?</span><br />
<b>Why it's here</b> - Kirk was never the thinking man's hero; he was a man of action. Why negotiate a treaty when you can break someone's clavicle? In this original but oft-imitated story penned by the great Harlan Ellison, the man of action must do the one thing he normally can't: nothing. For the sake of history he watches as the woman he's fallen for dies in a traffic accident. I've never been much of a Kirk fan, but he's always at his most sympathetic when he's helpless, and never has that helplessness been so heart-wrenching.</div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfnD4sBm0AU/TlAdnvgJ0rI/AAAAAAAAASM/cktmfj1JYr0/s1600/ds9-403-visitor-00126-300x225.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IfnD4sBm0AU/TlAdnvgJ0rI/AAAAAAAAASM/cktmfj1JYr0/s200/ds9-403-visitor-00126-300x225.png" width="200" /></a></div><div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">3. <b>“The Visitor”</b> – <span style="font-style: italic;">DS9</span></span></div><div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><br />
<div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Synopsis </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">–</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>Jake Sisko spends the rest of his life (literally) agonizing over his father’s death. But is Ben Sisko really dead? And can an elderly Jake prevent something that happened decades earlier?</span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Why it's here </span><span style="color: black;"><b>- </b>Science fiction is at its best when it's not about science at all. Sure, this episode is triggered by a subspace thingamajig, but does anyone really care about that? This episode is about a son who can't let go after the death of his father, and a father's heartbreak at what pain and loss has cost his son. Tony Todd is a revelation as older Jake, and the bookends scenes with Jake and the young girl are just as compelling as the flashback scenes: "Oh, that's right; you want to be a writer someday." Although only three on my list, this is the episode I use to show non-Trek fans just how good Star Trek can be.</span></span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">2. <b>“All Good Things…”</b> – <em>TNG</em></span><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e2KRf1H-Es/TlCKmsX_LII/AAAAAAAAASo/dCb-DYIOrPo/s1600/ALL-GOOD-THINGS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8e2KRf1H-Es/TlCKmsX_LII/AAAAAAAAASo/dCb-DYIOrPo/s200/ALL-GOOD-THINGS.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Synopsis – </strong>In TNG’s series finale, Picard finds himself moving back and forth through time. He soon finds out the shifts are not only not random, but could ultimately lead to the end of the human race.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><strong>Why it’s here</strong> - Despite one of the most glaring plot flaws in the history of, well, anything, this is arguably the best series finale I've ever seen. "All Good Things..." is essentially a thank you note to the fans, particularly the ones who had been there since the beginning. Like seasoned travel guides, Stewart and director Winrich Kolbe deftly take us from one time to the next, never letting us get lost along the way. Not only do we get to revisit moments from "Encounter at Farpoint,"** we also get a glimpse at a possible future, one in which things hadn't quite worked out for everyone. When they all gather for the card game at the end, we know everything's going to work out. It's a fitting end to a terrific series. When Q says, "Goodbye, Jean-Luc. I'm going to miss you... But then again, all good things must come to an end," he's speaking for all of us.</span></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5jUa2MHmgI/TlAdyDhFnOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tZTIRq4ugtI/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="154" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S5jUa2MHmgI/TlAdyDhFnOI/AAAAAAAAASQ/tZTIRq4ugtI/s200/images.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> 1. <b>"In The Pale Moonlight"</b> - <i>DS9</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Synopsis - </span>After posting his fourteenth casualty list, Captain Sisko turns to Garak to help him bring the Romulans into the war against the Dominion. What begins as simple espionage draws Sisko down a slippery slope of deception, coercion, and worse as he must decide if he's willing to do whatever it takes to win the war.</span><br />
<div style="color: black; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Why it's Here - </span>This is what DS9 is all about, and what made it the best of the Treks. DS9's mission is not to seek out new life and new civilizations; it's to boldly stay put and keep those civilizations from killing each other. This episode deals with the complex realities of war and the terrible toll it takes, not on the battlefield but on one's soul. Sisko is a good man who does bad because he has no choice. He's willing to sacrifice his self respect and inner peace for a shot at saving billions of lives. This episode is a tight, fast-paced political thriller with great acting by Avery Brooks as well as Stephen McHattie as the smug Romulan Senator Vreenak ("It's a FAAAKE!!!") and Andrew Robinson as Garak, the secret mastermind behind Sisko's plan. Also, the bookend storytelling style (Sisko recalling the events into a personal log) which can often be intrusive, carries the story well and showcases the weight Sisko now must carry forever. "I <i>can </i>live with it..."</span></div></div><br />
And my favorite characters...<br />
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</ol><ol style="direction: ltr; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;" type="1"><li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="16"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Montgomery "Scotty" Scott</span></span></li>
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</ol><ol style="direction: ltr; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;" type="1"><li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="10"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy</span></span></li>
</ol><ol style="direction: ltr; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;" type="1"><li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="9"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Q</span></span></li>
</ol><ol style="direction: ltr; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;" type="1"><li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="8"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Lt. Commander Data</span></span></li>
</ol><ol style="direction: ltr; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;" type="1"><li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="7"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Captain Benjamin Sisko</span></span></li>
</ol><ol style="direction: ltr; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;" type="1"><li style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; vertical-align: middle;" value="6"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Elim Garak</span></span></li>
</ol><div> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHs1rDALw3M/TlCJtQuo7WI/AAAAAAAAASU/25l3GV2k4LE/s1600/Odo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHs1rDALw3M/TlCJtQuo7WI/AAAAAAAAASU/25l3GV2k4LE/s200/Odo.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><ol style="direction: ltr; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; margin-top: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed;" type="1"><li style="margin-bottom: 0; margin-top: 0; vertical-align: middle;" value="5"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><div style="font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Odo</span></div><div style="display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;">The comparisons between Data and Spock have been numerous over the years, and for good reason, but the character that's truly taken up Spock's mantle is Odo. <span style="font-weight: normal;">He's out of place, swimming with emotional turbulence, but keeping it in check</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">out of his overpowering sense of duty.</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">He wants what he wants, but</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">he rarely pursues it, instead watching others enjoy their happiness while drowning his sorrows in security logs.</span> <span style="font-weight: normal;">Eventually he does get the girl, in one of the most surprisingly awesome episodes ever.</span> "You're right, who needs dinner?"</div><b> </b> </span></li>
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Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-42826985580848205292011-06-07T07:24:00.000-05:002011-06-07T10:41:58.901-05:00You’re So Vain, I Bet You Think This Post is About You*<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-jk5Wvz6-9zk/Te5GxPCwaWI/AAAAAAAAARs/ls2Ne6gvU9g/s1600-h/will-ferrell-anchorman-258x1304.jpg"><font size="2"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="will-ferrell-anchorman-258x130" border="0" alt="will-ferrell-anchorman-258x130" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-eU6k-827NiM/Te5GxY1bpQI/AAAAAAAAARw/_p9hGAM_M34/will-ferrell-anchorman-258x130_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="219" height="132"></font></a><font size="2">A little more than ten years ago I lost my job. It was a massive layoff, and being new to the company, I was an easy choice for the axe. It was rather devastating, since I had just entered a field I thought was pretty secure. Anyway, I moped around for about two weeks and finally decided I needed to get a job. I didn’t figure there’d be any openings in my field since about a third of company had been sacked and was out there looking, so I opened up the paper to see what else there was.</font></p> <p><font size="2">I answered one of those obscure “make up to $1000 a week” blah blah blah ads. Turns out it was a company training people to sell Kirby vacuum cleaners. </font></p> <p><font size="2">Yes, I was a vacuum cleaner salesman. Sort of.</font></p> <p><font size="2">The Kirby Vacuum Cleaner is an amazing machine. You could vacuum your carpet with the top of the line brand available in stores then have it professionally steam cleaned, and the Kirby will still find dirt. If I remember correctly (and don’t quote me) it runs about $1400, and tightwad that I am, I still don’t think that’s overpriced. In fact, I could talk to you all day about how awesome this machine is. I could even demonstrate its wonders for you. But could I sell it to you?</font></p> <p><font size="2">Hell no.</font></p> <p><font size="2">I can’t sell. Period. I’ve never been able to. You could have something in your hand on the way to the cash register to pay for it, and I could say, “Hey, you should buy that.” You’d probably put it back. That’s how bad I am. Naturally, my personal Willie Loman Experience died a still birth as I realized this simple truth. Fortunately, two weeks later I found a real job. A good one, too.</font></p> <p><font size="2">I won’t even tell you about my one week telemarketing career.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Anyway, that’s one of the reasons, at least one of the initial reasons, I started this blog and why a lot of writers have blogs: to sell themselves. “Build a platform,” they say. But a platform isn’t just about being seen; it’s about convincing people you have something to offer. Another thing you hear a lot, a caveat, is don’t be vain. Don’t let your ego run amok. Be humble.</font></p> <p><font size="2">I’ve never been a “Hey, look how awesome I am,” or “Let me tell you about the time I did something amazing.” I’m just not wired that way. For people who spend time with me or who read my blog, that’s wholly a good thing. An out of control ego is not something anyone wants to be around. On the other hand, in our line of work, a little ego is a good thing, even a necessary thing. Would I be blogging if I didn’t think I had anything to say? I’m good at it, if I can say that. I’m no master, but I think it’s worth the five minutes or so to stop by and check it out.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Selling is hard, though, and that’s what we are: salespeople. Please buy my book, please review my book/interview me, please finish beta reading my MS before you disappear off the face of the earth. We have to have egos; we just need to learn how to use them for good, not evil. An acting teacher of mine said you have to keep your ego in your pocket and only pull it out when you need to, then put it back. I think my ego pocket has a hole in it, or else my ego got ruined in the wash. On the flip side, some people don’t have pockets at all, and their egos are always on display. So where’s the line?</font></p> <p><font size="2">I think it starts with confidence, but it’s more than that. I’m confident in my book, and in myself as a writer. I wouldn’t be here if I weren’t. But to shout my own praise from the rooftops? That takes a kind of boisterous, extroverted confidence that maybe I just don’t have. But since that’s kind of necessary to the whole selling-your-book thing, I’m going to give it a try.</font></p> <p><font size="2">So here goes:</font></p> <p><font size="2">My book is good. I’ve never been more proud of anything I’ve done. When it becomes available, you should buy it. I know you’ll like it.</font></p> <p><font size="2">I joke around on here a lot, and I like to keep the mood light, if not downright flippant. However, I say this with complete honesty and zero snark: that was hard for me.</font></p> <p><font size="2">It’s not because I don’t believe in my work. I do. I love the world I created, and I think others will, too. But I’ve always felt the product should speak for itself; if something is good, it shouldn’t need to be sold, right? Also, I hate tooting my own horn. My least favorite part of job interviews is when they want you to list your best qualities. I’d rather just be myself and let my best qualities show through. But it doesn’t work that way. People want you to tell them why you’re so great, why your book out of the hundreds of thousands out there is the one they should plunk down their hard earned coins for. It’s not enough to say, “Hey, here’s my book; check it out if you want, or not. Whatever.” People need to be sold. </font></p> <p><font size="2">That’s not me, though, never has been. But then, if I want a writing career, I have to make it me, don’t I? </font></p> <p><font size="2">I can do it, though, because I’m awesome. Just ask me.</font></p> <p><font size="2">* <font face="Calibri">Don’t you, don’t you?</font></font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> <p><font size="2"></font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-2546563096210000552011-06-02T07:54:00.001-05:002011-06-02T07:54:27.644-05:00Letting My Geek Flag Fly<p>Hi. My name is Dan, and I’m a nerd.* This should come as a surprise to no one who knows me, or has ever had a conversation with me, or has ever read a word I’ve written. And that’s fine. I embrace my nerd-hood.</p> <p>On Tuesday, my oldest son took me out for an early Father’s Day. We ate out, saw <em>Thor</em> (highly recommended), and spent time at both a book store** and a comic book store. It was a lot of fun. One of the things we bought at the comic shop was a Dungeons and Dragons starter kit. </p> <p>Yep, the truth is out: I role-play. </p> <p>Actually, I haven’t role-played in nearly twenty years, but in my youth I played everything from Heroes Unlimited to Cyberpunk to Paranoia. It was a lot of fun, and in the pre-online, internet, X-box world, it was how it was done.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-66FJ_wyrHXE/TeeIAWIpU6I/AAAAAAAAARc/Zl5EdgzJ-cc/s1600-h/sex_dice%25255B4%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="sex_dice" border="0" alt="sex_dice" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-c8BdX1YT1Tc/TeeIAxNZMYI/AAAAAAAAARg/m5QyFu1NwKU/sex_dice_thumb%25255B2%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="491" height="153"></a></p> <p align="center">Comic from <a href="http://xkcd.com/708/" target="_blank">XKCD.com</a></p> <p>For those of you not familiar with role-playing, here’s how it works. Anywhere from three to seven or eight guys (and, yes, they’re usually guys, but not always) get together with their game system of choice. One guy’s the Game Master, which means he runs the adventure, and the rest play characters. Essentially, the GM narrates a story in which the players are the central characters. They describe in detail or even act out their actions, the GM gives them a goal to accomplish, then throws conflict and obstacles at them, and they work together to accomplish the task set out for them. In the process, they build a story together, a tale of personal growth, conflict, triumph of the will, yada yada.</p> <p>In short, role-playing is like acting out your own book.</p> <p>Say what you will, but role-playing truly stimulates the imagination. These days all kids have to do is plug in an internet connection and stare at screen all day, a screen filled with a ready made, pixelated world. Traditional role-playing requires you to use your imagination, to work together with your mates to create a world unique to that place and moment. Traditional role-playing is never about the objective; it’s about the experience.</p> <p>Anyway, I want my boys to have they same experience. I want them to lift their noses out of their computer and X-box and iPhones, and not only see the world around them, but also the fantastic worlds that exist inside their imaginations. Imagination is a muscle,*** and it’ll atrophy if not used. Or worse, it’ll never develop in the first place.</p> <p>Speaking of nerds, I want to give a plug to my friend “Lennon” (don’t know if he wants me to use his real name, he’s kind of incognito). He recently, with my urging, started a blog called <a href="http://titansfolly.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Titan’s Folly</a>. It’s all about Geekdom: Sci-fi, horror, comics books, role-playing. Anything nerdy is fair game. If you’re into that kind of stuff (and admit it, you are) go check him out. He’ll be glad you stopped by.</p> <p><font face="Calibri">*Hi, Dan.</font></p> <p><font face="Calibri">** Yes, they still exist.</font></p> <p><font face="Calibri">*** It’s not a muscle.</font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-83681930411764915502011-05-31T20:39:00.001-05:002011-06-03T06:55:31.728-05:00Ch–ch–changes…<p><font size="2">Hi. I’m back.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Why was I gone so long, you ask? Oh, you didn’t. Didn’t actually realize I was away? Oh. I see. Hmm. No, good, that’s…um…good.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Well, I’ll tell you anyway. You see, I was up in my parents’ attic, and we found all this really old, really cool stuff. Well, one thing led to another, and we found ourselves at this abandoned restaurant. Only, it wasn’t abandoned; a gang of crooks was using it as a hideout. Well, they discovered us, and to get away from them, we had to navigate these caves that were littered with boobie traps, and… no, wait, that’s <em>The Goonies.</em> The real reason I’ve been gone?</font></p> <p><font size="2">Work and stuff.</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_x-AAhPNhDI/TeWYNDGdycI/AAAAAAAAARU/_7OQPmYNi9g/s1600-h/samwise7.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="samwise" border="0" alt="samwise" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-et5DmB0inIk/TeWYNvSj70I/AAAAAAAAARY/ZLsPsVN-Xcg/samwise_thumb5.jpg?imgmax=800" width="496" height="396"></a></p> <p><font size="2">I’ve made some changes here, streamlined a bit. I’m trying to make it look more professional, whatever that looks like. I hoping to increase not only my followers but my presence on the web. I’m ambitious these days, which is a new sensation for me. Though I’ve lacked it, I’ve always felt ambition, not talent, was the key to success. There are a lot of talentless celebrities, but few, if any, successful types without ambition. </font></p> <p><font size="2">I love to write, and love connecting with people particularly through my blog. The rest of it, though, not so much. I suck at querying, no other way to say it. And surprisingly, I’ve not yet fallen in love with the process of actually sending out those queries. On a good day, it’s monotonous. On a bad day, it’s like a root canal on your soul. </font></p> <p><font size="2">The point of the above paragraph? Wah! Get over it. If it was all fun all the time, everyone’d be doing it, right*? I’ve already taken some key steps on the road to publication (fingers crossed that they work out), and I’ve got more plans brewing. Also, I’ve been writing again, a lot**. What’s the opposite of “when it rains it pours”? “When the sun shines it goes nova and we all die”? Sure, why not.</font></p> <p><font size="2">I’ve also made changes to the content. I’ve tried hard to keep this blog focused on writing as well as publishing in general. I’ll still stay true to that, but writing is about experience, it’s about commentary. It doesn’t matter if you’re writing a YA romance, or the next product off the James Patterson assembly line. Or a science fiction tale of a girl struggling to save her planet. We write about life in all its glory and all its hideousness, and damn it, I plan to talk about it.</font></p> <p><font size="2">I may even touch on tricky subjects like politics and religion, but don’t worry, these are basically my views:</font></p> <p><font size="2">Politics: Why can’t we all work together? We tried the other way. It doesn’t work.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Religion: Be nice to each other.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Anyway, the reverse of “Welcome back”. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed this. Hopefully you’ll stick around for more. </font><font size="2">And as always, thanks for listening.</font></p> <p><font size="2">Oh, and let me know if this font’s too small.</font></p> <p><font size="1">*<font face="Cambria"> </font></font><font size="2" face="Cambria">Although doesn’t it seem, sometimes, that everyone else <em>is </em>doing it? Seriously?</font></p> <p><font face="Cambria">** For me, anyway.</font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-48829852512446063212011-04-28T19:34:00.001-05:002011-04-28T19:34:22.700-05:00Alphabet Soup<p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TboHjFZIXzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ER-NPkzroxI/s1600-h/A-Z%2BApril%5B1%5D%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="A-Z April[1]" border="0" alt="A-Z April[1]" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TboHjlUGLhI/AAAAAAAAARA/5I7XTcHr1cA/A-Z%2BApril%5B1%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="152" height="164"></a>Well, if you haven’t already noticed, I kind of fizzled on the A to Z challenge. Had I been able to preschedule the posts as I’d planned, it would been no problem. But between work and home life and trying to write actual books, posting everyday (sans Sundays) became too much of a load. </p> <p>I haven’t given up on blogging, though, and some of the posts I had planned will find their way into my blog in the coming weeks. For now, though, I’m going to focus on being a reader. I’ve got a blogs to catch up on.</p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-65183579244302147032011-04-23T05:55:00.000-05:002011-04-23T05:55:00.164-05:00Not for an Age<p><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS"><em>A to Z BLOGFEST</em> – click sidebar button for more ‘A to Z’ers</font></strong> <p>T: Theatre as Literature <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TZWwiz1nA2I/AAAAAAAAAOg/Nbdyn2Quu-Q/s1600-h/4959%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="4959" border="0" alt="4959" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TZWwjF6JWfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/CvtiVi-ikuw/4959_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="200"></a>I write novels. I guess that makes me a novelist. You would think because of that, my favorite writer of all time would be a novelist – you know, following-in-the-footsteps kind of thing. Yet not only did he never write a novel, but the very concept of the novel didn’t exist while he lived. He was a poet and a playwright (of which I am neither), and today is his birthday. <p>Probably. <p>Despite a childhood dominated by <i>Star Wars</i> and an adolescence influenced by <i>Star Trek, </i>Monty Python, and Comic Books, there’s not a time when I don’t remember at least knowing about William Shakespeare. Not until my teens did I actually begin to understand him as well as the awesome potential of the written word. I devoured all his works; I saw every Shakespeare film I could get a hold of. I acted in Shakespeare’s plays. <p>Now that I’m “grown up,” and no longer think it’d be a great idea to write a play in iambic pentameter, my love of Shakespeare has only grown. Through contrived plots, stylized dialogue, and low brow humor to rival the Farrelly Brothers, Shakespeare somehow managed to create a window into the human condition like no other writer before or since. He explored the psychology of his characters centuries before anyone knew what Psychology was. He wrote plays that were both fantastic literary achievements and completely accessible to all audiences, even a rowdy auditorium of high school students four centuries later. He was a master. <i>The </i>master. <p>Happy Birthday, Will. Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-60968119524964485242011-04-22T06:22:00.000-05:002011-04-22T06:22:00.786-05:00Secret Stash<p><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS"><em>A to Z BLOGFEST – </em>Click sidebar button for more ‘A to Z’ers</font></strong> <p>S: Story Ideas <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TZW1l21uedI/AAAAAAAAAOo/IzgvEkyRa80/s1600-h/images%20%282%29%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="images (2)" border="0" alt="images (2)" align="right" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TZW1mCQl4UI/AAAAAAAAAOs/HtT8GThbaSs/images%20%282%29_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="137" height="144"></a>I’m not really paranoid about protecting information. I bank online; all my contact info (barring home address and phone number) is readily available on this blog. And since the beginning, I’ve not only used my real name here, but I haven’t been shy about throwing it around. What’s the point of building a platform if no one can see who’s standing on it? <p>I also haven’t been shy with my MS, either. I talk about it a lot, the query is posted here in three different places, and I even named three of my dogs after characters from it. Again, the more people know about it, the more they may want to know. I want people interested; I want people to talk about it. <p>Maybe I’m being naïve about internet safety, but I just don’t feel the threat most people do. My mantra: “I’m not important enough to steal from.” Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s not, but it works for me. <p>On the other hand, I have three projects I’m actively working on, and several more ideas after that, and you know what? I’m not saying a word about them. No overview, no blurb, no hints. Nada. Maybe I’m being paranoid, and to this point, as far I know, no one has actually stolen an idea from me, but countless times I’ve come up with a great idea only to discover it had actually been done years ago. <p>I recently had an idea for a dark version of Hansel and Gretel taking place after the fact. Guess what? <i>Hansel and Gretel, Witch Hunters </i>coming to a theatre near you, Spring 2012. <p>The point is, original ideas are hard to come by, and I’m a slow writer. Someone could latch onto my idea and bang out a query-ready MS while I’m still halfway through the first draft. I’m not saying anyone would intentionally steal my idea, but where do our ideas come from? I accidentally stole from <i>Firefly </i>and didn’t even realize it until years later when I Googled “Unification Day”. <p>What do you think? Am I wrong to keep my ideas under lock and key, or to think anyone even cares about them? Or is it smart to keep your WiP’s under wraps under they’re fully prepared to face the world in all their glory? Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-85230748574219578862011-04-17T06:25:00.001-05:002011-04-17T06:31:51.509-05:00I Want to Write You Like an Animal<p><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS"><em>A to Z BLOGFEST</em> - click "next blog" or "surprise" button on sidebar for more "A to Z"ers</font></strong> <p>N: Nonhuman Narrators <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TarOHBqcRiI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-q-_ZmdPQcU/s1600-h/320%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="320" border="0" alt="320" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TarOHl4pyII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/128EnWbFHPU/320_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="181"></a>Last summer after I’d finally finished my first MS and after I thought I had finished revisions (note for those just starting out: you’re <i>never </i>done with revisions*) I did what logic and the 19,000 writing books I had told me was the next step. I researched the hell out of literary agents. Everywhere I could find info on an agent, I went. Eventually I developed a fairly efficient system and had come across probably several hundred agent sites. I bookmarked the ones that showed an interest in adult SF from an unpublished author and began researching them in detail. <p>Along with the usual detritus: proper query format, no attachments, don’t ever, ever, EVER call us, I noticed on several agent sites a very unusual and specific caveat: <u>no animal narrators. </u> <p>Why? Has there been a glut in animal narrator submissions, or is there just something anathema about Fido (or Fluffy, or Trigger) telling a story? If there can be 700 million** vampire novels, and a clamor for more, then what is it that causes agents and publishers to slap a “no dogs allowed” sign on the proverbial storefront window? <p>I happen to like stories told from an unusual POV. I also like characters I can root for, characters struggling to survive (literally or figuratively) against overwhelming odds. Who doesn’t love the underdog, and who’s more of a underdog than animals, who are at the mercy of their environment? Pets get abused or abandoned (or worse) everyday; wild animals suffer not only from the harsh realities of nature, but also from human encroachment. <p>I find stories of survival against impossible odds and perseverance through terrible events fascinating and fulfilling. Your character doesn’t have to be human to epitomize the triumph of the human spirit, whether it’s a group of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Watership-Down-Novel-Richard-Adams/dp/0743277708/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1303038025&sr=8-1" target="_blank">homeless rabbits</a>, a pampered pet who suddenly finds himself a <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Call-Wild-Jack-London/dp/1613820003/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1303038051&sr=8-2" target="_blank">sled dog</a> in Alaska, or Robert E. Lee’s trusted <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Traveller-Richard-Adams/dp/0440204933/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1303038070&sr=8-1" target="_blank">horse</a>, an entire kingdom (literally) awaits the intrepid writer (and reader) willing to ignore convention. <p>Although I’ve read plenty of books with animal narrators, I never considered writing a book from an animal’s POV. At least not until I’d read those decrees forbidding me from even thinking about it. Since then, several furry-themed notions have been dancing around my head. If they coalesce into a solid MS, I guess I’ll have to go it without an agent. <p>Unless, of course, I made them vampires, too, then I’m home free. Because, you know, there’s never enough of those, apparently. <p>*ever <p>**just the ones I’ve seen; there may be more.</p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-15006552705540615472011-04-15T12:56:00.001-05:002011-04-15T12:56:17.428-05:00I Am in Blogs Stepped in So Far…<p><b><u></u></b> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>A to Z BLOGFEST</em> - click "next blog" or "surprise" button on sidebar for more "A to Z"ers </strong></font> <p>M: Midway Point Check-In <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaiGv7eERmI/AAAAAAAAAQs/DDBGW82yia4/s1600-h/A-Z%2BApril%5B1%5D%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="A-Z April[1]" border="0" alt="A-Z April[1]" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaiGwALNTWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/p-Zfc_WvY68/A-Z%2BApril%5B1%5D_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="210" height="220"></a>It’s April 15<sup>th</sup>, Tax Day (although it’s been pushed back to Monday this year). I could have used M for “Money” and written a post about it, but why bring everyone down? Besides, I took take of my taxes in January, then took care of the refund in February. <p>No, this is a quick first half review of the <a href="http://tossingitout.blogspot.com/p/sign-up-for-to-z-challenge.html" target="_blank">A to Z Blogfest</a>, for which all these April posts have been written. So far, I’ve managed to post all the letters, despite being what some people refer to as a “pantser” (not sure if I like that term). My <a href="http://danklinefelter.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-are-now-free-to-move-about-alphabet.html" target="_blank">directory’s</a> taken a few hits as some of the posts are not on the subject I’d originally intended. Also, I’ve copped out a few times, posting a <a href="http://danklinefelter.blogspot.com/2011/04/requiem-for-grumpy-kitty-redux.html" target="_blank">rerun</a> for K and a <a href="http://danklinefelter.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-is-for-nostalgia-okay-so-i-cant-spell.html" target="_blank">video</a> from Sesame Street* for I. Still, I’m not only am I squeaking by on my letters, but I’ve written a few decent posts (if I’m allowed to say that) that I wouldn’t have otherwise considered. <p>On the other hand, I’ve really sucked at commenting. I started out pretty good, but lately I’ve only managed to get to a few blogs a day, if that. In fact, I’m backlogged on responding to the comments I’ve gotten. I think I’m just now on the H’s. I will get to them all, though. Hopefully. Maybe. In the meantime, I offer a blanket thank you to everyone who’s commented and/or followed since this fest began. <p>The bottom line: I’m having a good and writing more (blogs, sure, but writing is writing), so I’d call it a success. <p> <p> <p>*yes, Sesame Street.</p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-23398965362309004862011-04-14T17:04:00.001-05:002011-04-14T17:08:22.250-05:00A Thousand Points of Lit<p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>A to Z BLOGFEST</em> - click "next blog" or "surprise" button on sidebar for more "A to Z"ers</strong></font></p> <p>L: Literature</p> <p>I was never an English Major. I was a theatre major, an education major, and even that last refuge for the truly undecided: a communications major. For some reason, though, I never tackled the big E. I loved books and thought myself a writer-to-be, but I never thought to go that route academically. As a result, I only took the basic English classes, and my only Literature class besides the theatre-related classes like Shakespeare was American Lit 101 (or however they numbered it). As a result, I never got the academic deluge of literary theory that most writers get. <img src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/impostor.png" width="471" height="202"></p> <p align="center"><font size="2" face="Arial">Comic from <a href="http://xkcd.com/451/" target="_blank">XKCD.com</a></font><font size="2" face="Arial"></font><font size="2" face="Arial">. Check ‘em out.</font></p> <p>Does it make me a lesser writer? I don’t think so. If I am a lesser writer, it’s because of my talent level, or because I don’t spend as much time as I should on it. It’s not because I didn’t spend my twenties reading critical essays on Dickens or analyzing the use of the letter “R” in Thomas Hardy’s later works.*</p> <p>One thing I did lose in the exchange, though, was my ability to discuss the ins and outs of literary theory with any kind of intelligence. In fact, I struggle to answer the basic question: what is Literature?</p> <p>What makes a book literary as opposed to just a good book? Beats me. I can give you examples: <em>Moby Dick, Fahrenheit 451, The Amazing Adventures of Cavalier and Klay</em>, and can give you examples of those that are just good books: <em>The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, Watership Down, The Shining, American Gods.</em> What I can’t tell you is why.</p> <p>Does it matter? For practical purposes, no, not really. I don’t have any designs on writing literary fiction; I just want to write good fiction that people enjoy. As for reading, my tastes are eclectic, and I really don’t care what others think of them. I’ll read Terry Pratchett if I want, or I’ll read James Joyce. Actually, I like to switch between quick reads and things a little more challenging.</p> <p>Anyway, not being able to offer a concrete definition hasn’t adversely affected me or my writerly pursuits so far. Maybe there is no true definition after all, maybe it’s as subjective as art. I read a comment on another blog that argued passionately that <em>The Hunger Games</em> was literature.</p> <p>So at least I’m not the only one that doesn’t get it.</p> <p><font size="2">* I made that up, but there’s probably a book out there.</font></p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-90414004488037606172011-04-13T23:25:00.001-05:002011-04-13T23:25:25.206-05:00Requiem for a Grumpy Kitty (Redux)<p><strong><em>A to Z BLOGFEST</em> - click "next blog" or "surprise" button on sidebar for more "A to Z"ers</strong></p> <p>K: Kitty</p> <p>The A-Z’s have officially kicked my butt. If this were an official contest, I’d probably be disqualified for cheating. Since it’s not, what follows is a rerun – er, “classic” post. Since I posted this in late October when I had like, five followers, it’s probably new to most of you. It’s also my favorite post.</p> <p>Enjoy.</p> <p> <hr> <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3K4ybKfI/AAAAAAAAAQE/imr9HkuS5Yo/s1600-h/rgk%5B4%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="rgk" border="0" alt="rgk" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3LEv6aoI/AAAAAAAAAQI/tjesyoQ5dTo/rgk_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="181"></a> <p> <hr> As I type this, it’s T-minus twelve hours to the start of NaNo; by rights, I should be scribbling a post about writing: my anticipation and trepidation about the month ahead, personal tips or maybe a pep talk, even an anecdote from my writing life. However, circumstances have intervened, and this post has nothing to do with writing. <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3LShQ54I/AAAAAAAAAQM/Lq90_roymOg/s1600-h/rgk2%5B10%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 11px 0px 0px; display: inline; float: left" title="rgk2" alt="rgk2" align="left" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3LpGxVgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/nHEbh7H-Q5o/rgk2_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="248"></a>It’s Halloween morning, and I’m in my back yard burying a cat (a dead one – I’m not like that). Early yesterday morning our oldest cat, Digit, died. It came as no surprise and in fact, was something of a relief. He’d been sick about a month, a tumor-like growth that he’d had on his side for years ruptured and slowly began eating away at him. I’ll save save you the gory details, but eventually it was just too much for him. Even before he got sick, we new his days were numbered; he’d been on a sort of “death watch” for a couple of years now. I guess I should mention he was twenty years old. <p>Digit was a shelter kitten. My brother-in-law, Chad, got him as a birthday present for my sister. Digit and Leonard, a female tabby mix, stayed with Michelle and Chad for five years until the couple’s first baby was born. Neither cat took to the new arrival, and Michelle and Chad scrambled to find a home for them. Almost to the week of their asking me, I had broken up with my live-in, allergic-to-cats girlfriend, and with a suddenly empty apartment, I took the refugees in. <p>Over a month into our co-habitation, I still had barely seen either cat. Only the tousled litter of the cat box and the dwindling food and water levels were the only hints that I even had cats. Eventually, as we all do, they came to terms with their situation; the mom and the dad, and even the strange crying, pooping thing that had been their world were gone. <a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3L_DPx9I/AAAAAAAAAQU/3eYntGNU_jE/s1600-h/rgk3%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="rgk3" border="0" alt="rgk3" align="right" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3MNdjk4I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VqDjNLMVgas/rgk3_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="231" height="180"></a>This apartment with that strange guy they kind of knew was their world now. Leonard was fat and happy; she loved attention, especially if she didn’t have to move to get it. Digit, however, wanted nothing to do with anybody. He accepted the apartment, and later the house, as his home, but it was just that: <em>his </em>home. I heard it described somewhere that dogs have masters, but cats have staff, and that was true of Digit, who was soon to earn the affectionate nickname “Grumpy”. <p>Routinely, he’d sit on a desk or counter and face the wall, staring at it for hours. He’d let you pet him, sometimes, but only on his terms. Every once in a while, I’d violate his house policy, and he would voice his displeasure in creative ways. Once, he peed on me while I was sleeping. <p>Leonard’s death changed him, however. He was still grumpy, but he became more tolerant. Instead of the jerk that kicks your chair out from behind you, he became the old curmudgeon, cranky and irritable, but always willing to sneak in a kind word or deed when no one’s looking. He was with me when my first marriage fell apart, and through my sometimes disastrous attempts to put my life back together. Eventually we found Kristy and her boys, and her cat, Keiko. We added three dogs and a few more cats to the mix, and Digit was recognized by all as the elder statesman of the four-legged family members. He even became the alpha dog somehow. He would never admit it, but he was happy. <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3MXoJ8GI/AAAAAAAAAQc/XKdQ0c9arcU/s1600-h/rgk4%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="rgk4" border="0" alt="rgk4" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3MgNReTI/AAAAAAAAAQg/vkBtjDPYALQ/rgk4_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="185" height="244"></a>Digit collapsed Friday night walking to the kitchen (food was his passion). I gave him a bath, redressed his wound, and put him in bed. The last few hours of his life were as comfortable as I could make them, wrapped in blankets and snuggled between his mom and his dad. When I woke up in the morning he was gone. His eyes were open, but there was nothing in them. I let him rest there a while longer, then wrapped him in a towel and put him in a box. When I went to gather all the linen for the laundry, I noticed a wet spot on the bed; death must have released his bladder. Digit’s last act on this plane was to pee on my bed. <p>He would’ve wanted it that way. <p>Thank you for indulging me. He was more than a cat; it’s hard to explain. My next post will have something remotely to do with writing, I promise. <p> <hr> <a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3M2xOlUI/AAAAAAAAAQk/tTLuI4XT18k/s1600-h/rgk5%5B2%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="rgk5" border="0" alt="rgk5" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaZ3NDxkwbI/AAAAAAAAAQo/BGTmTOC-WQg/rgk5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="166"></a> <p align="center">Digit the Cat</p> <p align="center">1990-2010</p> <hr> Thanks for letting me cheat. No more reruns for the rest of the month (maybe). Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-48331634080900068712011-04-12T05:33:00.000-05:002011-04-12T05:33:42.359-05:00Jenny Say What?<p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>A to Z BLOGFEST – </em>Click ‘next’ or ‘surprise me’ button on sidebar for more ‘A to Z’ers</strong></font> <p>J: Je ne sais quoi <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TZbfCTLSsII/AAAAAAAAAOw/ou85-LwjxWE/s1600-h/Ferris%5B3%5D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: right; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Ferris" border="0" alt="Ferris" align="right" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TZbfCsbTMQI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XlLRBmA0Oks/Ferris_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" height="174"></a>So what makes a good novel? Better question, what makes a <i>great </i>novel? An entire industry has sprung up over the years to try to answer that question, or at least to convince the askers that it even can be answered. I have a whole shelf, a long one, dedicated to books about writing. They teach you the craft. They can even give you advice on how to maximize your natural talents. But not one of them can teach you how to make even one person fall in love with your book. And that’s what we want, isn’t it? Sure some people are about the money, or the awards, but ultimately, we all want to be read. We want readers to embrace our writing, to devour our words. We want them to fall in love with our books. <p>How do we that? By honing our craft? That’s part of it, I guess. A book that can’t convey its message because the author doesn’t understand the fundamentals will be hard to read, much less embrace. But does mastery of craft guarantee undying adoration? No, of course not. <p>How about plotting, or storytelling? Maybe it’s the slick use of metaphor or irony or even alliteration that takes their breath away. Maybe not. So what is it? What’s the secret formula that can take your book from a pretty good book to a book whose characters people will name their children after? <p>The answer is, I don’t know what. Like, literally, that’s the answer. The French call it <i>je ne sais quoi</i>, or “I don’t know what”. It refers to a quality that exists but can’t be defined. Millions of teenage girls don’t love with a passion the <i>Twilight </i>series because of the way Stephanie Meyer crafts her sentences or her use of imagery or dramatic irony. They love it because they love it. Are there other YA books out there that are just as good or better? I’m sure there are. But something about <i>Twilight </i>speaks to them the way the others just don’t. <p>As writers, we spend small fortunes on writing books, we attend conferences hoping the price of admission includes the secret to writing books people love, we agonize over query letters that ultimately mean nothing, since a good query does not necessarily mean a good book, and vice versa. So how are we as writers supposed to not only recognize this elusive something but capture it, giving our books that same immeasurable appeal? Well here’s the answer: <p>I don’t know. <p>What I do know is, you should write what you feel, write with passion, write with the writerly equivalent of Vincent Van Gogh, who painted with such fire and passion, it was as though he were leaving his entire being on the canvas, write as though your heart will explode if you don’t. If your voice is strong, if it’s bursting open with fire, people will hear it. Think about craft and structure and “the rules,” but don’t agonize over them. Write a book for you. Empty yourself into it, and people will find it. And they’ll embrace it. <p>And they might not even know why. Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123770321542501083.post-65626362337496399542011-04-11T20:41:00.001-05:002011-04-11T20:42:31.782-05:00I is for Nostalgia (Okay, so I can’t spell)<p><strong><em>A to Z BLOGFEST</em> - click "next blog" or "surprise" button on sidebar for more "A to Z"ers</strong></p> <p>I: <u>I</u> got nothing</p> <p>I had planned to write all my A to Z posts in March and preschedule them so I wouldn’t have to struggle each day to rush in a post at the last minute. Yeah, that happened. I’ve been particularly busy these past few days (and anyone who knows me knows I’m normally busy, so there you go), and I haven’t had the time to devout to my posts that I would like. I don’t want to drop out or skip any letters, so here is the biggest cop out so far. Hopefully, it’ll be the last.</p> <div style="padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px auto; padding-left: 0px; width: 319px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; padding-top: 0px" id="scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:e1a61b61-0d8c-4c2c-8d00-22b6348511ef" class="wlWriterEditableSmartContent"><div id="3eaac309-4508-4d5d-a29d-331f129c58f4" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;"><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wc1RfFYxZ2I&feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_new"><img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_ptz5V9Q_yII/TaOt0-N5mYI/AAAAAAAAAPs/TYx60xWa2BA/video5636d9dc4144%5B23%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="border-style: none" galleryimg="no" onload="var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById('3eaac309-4508-4d5d-a29d-331f129c58f4'); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = "<div><object width=\"319\" height=\"179\"><param name=\"movie\" value=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Wc1RfFYxZ2I?hl=en&hd=1\"><\/param><embed src=\"http://www.youtube.com/v/Wc1RfFYxZ2I?hl=en&hd=1\" type=\"application/x-shockwave-flash\" width=\"319\" height=\"179\"><\/embed><\/object><\/div>";" alt=""></a></div></div><div style="width:319px;clear:both;font-size:.8em">Capitol I–Sesame Street</div></div> <p>Anyone over thirty-five or so should appreciate this. Anyone under that, just chalk it up to crazy Gen-X nostalgia.</p> <p>Enjoy.</p> Danhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01103849952547613477noreply@blogger.com0