It's over. I don't know whether to be happy or sad, but I think with any event important enough to someone, there's a mixture of those feelings. Births, weddings, funerals, a month-long series of writing sessions. And if you don't believe me about the 'happy' at a funeral, you've never been to an Irish wake. Or any at all. Occasionally people who don't leave their homes will crawl out of their hole for a funeral and you get to see that person you haven't seen in years. Albeit under unfortunate circumstances. Or maybe fortunate. If you don't think that's true, you've never had a terminally ill relative whom you were happy to see at peace, finally.
But anyway, its over. Now I don't have to look at it for a month. It also means I can start writing that Other Project that started percolating in the back of my head, enticing me with its rippling physique just begging me to leave my current project and come play with me. I guess it's time for a little tryst...
Friday, November 30, 2012
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
NaNoWriMo
It's that time of year again, for budding novel writers to embark upon a journey where they wave goodbye to their internal editor and set sail for uncharted waters, waiting to be created with the stroke of a pen or a key.
For those not in the know, NaNoWriMo is Chris Baty's creation, National Novel Writing Month (although in reality, they should rename it InNoWriMo for all the international attention coming its way. NaNoWriMo encourages everyone to write a novel of 50,000 words in 30 days during the month of November. There are no losers, and thousands of winners as you challenge yourself (and possibly a few friends along the way) to beat the goal by the deadline. 50,000 may sound like a lot, but 1667 words a day is absolutely doable. Thousands of people each year cross the finish line, and then some. Some do it in 20 days and stop, others just keep going. A few mainstream novels emerged from the NaNoWriMo phenomenon, with Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen as the first title off the top of my head.
NaNoWriMo a time of encouragement - like I mentioned, there are only winners here, and everyone is encouraged to encourage everyone else. A few people comment that they cannot produce under that kind of pressure, but from what I understand of the publishing industry, you have less time than you think to churn out a novel you've contracted to write, and NaNoWriMo is as good an exercise as any to practice getting those words on paper in a hurry. First draft novels coming out of NaNoWriMo a lot like clay or a good block of stone. You have to have a mass of material ready for the hands and the tools to work it into shape (take it from an artist who works in the medium. Its kinda hard to chisel thin air).
So anyone who wants to join me and everyone else for the month of November, just visit www.nanowrimo.org and let the creativity fly, soar, sing!
For my NaNoWriMo, I have chosen a fantasy genre story set in a world quite similar to the classical Roman era:
A Filamene slave butts heads with Vindecen Consuls to prove that someone framed her wrongly-executed master for the murder of the Empress.
For those not in the know, NaNoWriMo is Chris Baty's creation, National Novel Writing Month (although in reality, they should rename it InNoWriMo for all the international attention coming its way. NaNoWriMo encourages everyone to write a novel of 50,000 words in 30 days during the month of November. There are no losers, and thousands of winners as you challenge yourself (and possibly a few friends along the way) to beat the goal by the deadline. 50,000 may sound like a lot, but 1667 words a day is absolutely doable. Thousands of people each year cross the finish line, and then some. Some do it in 20 days and stop, others just keep going. A few mainstream novels emerged from the NaNoWriMo phenomenon, with Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen as the first title off the top of my head.
NaNoWriMo a time of encouragement - like I mentioned, there are only winners here, and everyone is encouraged to encourage everyone else. A few people comment that they cannot produce under that kind of pressure, but from what I understand of the publishing industry, you have less time than you think to churn out a novel you've contracted to write, and NaNoWriMo is as good an exercise as any to practice getting those words on paper in a hurry. First draft novels coming out of NaNoWriMo a lot like clay or a good block of stone. You have to have a mass of material ready for the hands and the tools to work it into shape (take it from an artist who works in the medium. Its kinda hard to chisel thin air).
So anyone who wants to join me and everyone else for the month of November, just visit www.nanowrimo.org and let the creativity fly, soar, sing!
For my NaNoWriMo, I have chosen a fantasy genre story set in a world quite similar to the classical Roman era:
A Filamene slave butts heads with Vindecen Consuls to prove that someone framed her wrongly-executed master for the murder of the Empress.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
A Second Chapter for the Undying
Imagine if you will, a place of great evil, a location so drenched with an immortal, demonic being that its horrendous power reached out across the waters and poisoned the hearts and minds of countless monks and an group of mischievous children dabbling with the occult.
Clive Barker's Undying is by no means a new game, entering video game reality in 2001, on Saint Valentine's Day, no less, with a doughty protagonist aiming to help his old World War I friend investigate -and hopefully end- a deep family curse.
While quite a few of gamers out there might argue that the graphics and game engine don't hold up to today's standards, I argue that the story is transcendent as opposed to flashy-but-droll games that sparkle for a little while but whose light does nothing to warm you. Undying doesn't just warm - it still holds a blowtorch on your soul.
That said, if you are truly interested in the game, plenty of resources exist to explain the first-person-shooter, survival horror, timeless gem that is Undying.
My point here is to create a formal request to revisit this game and give it a sequel. So many requested a reboot, but some things should remain immune from Do-Over Syndrome (how many movie remakes are there which are horrifying flops compared to the originals?) We can go the safer route and ask for a second story for Patrick Galloway, his further travels into the realms opened up by the insanity of the Covenant family. What really happened when the men in black robes found him and drug him into their boat? Where did they take him?
Like any fan, a few ideas are swirling about in my noggin on what became of dear old Patrick, and whether or not he remained a pure soul in light of all the atrocities around him.
In general, I oppose fan fiction, if only because too many out there in this world use it to craft ridiculous Mary Sue characters and twist and manipulate the original author's vision until the story is a muck of ridiculousness, banality and porn. These writers seem compelled to turn their 'favorite' characters into something they are not instead of staying true to what made them love the character in the first place (sadly, this is probably true of their real lives, trying to turn someone they fell in love with into this sludgy, stereotypical highly-sexualized version so they may gratify themselves and are shocked when it doesn't work because that 'other' is actually an 'individual' who has wants and needs of their own, which is why the first party is falling in love with a fantasy and turning it into porn... and the vicious cycle continues...). Among the muck piles, however, there are a few gems here and there who strive to advance the story(ies) we have all come to love and do so in passably good fashion.
As I am dreaming up a little story of my own to answer some of the questions about the Standing Stones and the fate of Patrick Galloway in order to break my own rule and play around with a little fan-fic in time for Halloween.
Clive Barker's Undying is by no means a new game, entering video game reality in 2001, on Saint Valentine's Day, no less, with a doughty protagonist aiming to help his old World War I friend investigate -and hopefully end- a deep family curse.
While quite a few of gamers out there might argue that the graphics and game engine don't hold up to today's standards, I argue that the story is transcendent as opposed to flashy-but-droll games that sparkle for a little while but whose light does nothing to warm you. Undying doesn't just warm - it still holds a blowtorch on your soul.
That said, if you are truly interested in the game, plenty of resources exist to explain the first-person-shooter, survival horror, timeless gem that is Undying.
My point here is to create a formal request to revisit this game and give it a sequel. So many requested a reboot, but some things should remain immune from Do-Over Syndrome (how many movie remakes are there which are horrifying flops compared to the originals?) We can go the safer route and ask for a second story for Patrick Galloway, his further travels into the realms opened up by the insanity of the Covenant family. What really happened when the men in black robes found him and drug him into their boat? Where did they take him?
Like any fan, a few ideas are swirling about in my noggin on what became of dear old Patrick, and whether or not he remained a pure soul in light of all the atrocities around him.
In general, I oppose fan fiction, if only because too many out there in this world use it to craft ridiculous Mary Sue characters and twist and manipulate the original author's vision until the story is a muck of ridiculousness, banality and porn. These writers seem compelled to turn their 'favorite' characters into something they are not instead of staying true to what made them love the character in the first place (sadly, this is probably true of their real lives, trying to turn someone they fell in love with into this sludgy, stereotypical highly-sexualized version so they may gratify themselves and are shocked when it doesn't work because that 'other' is actually an 'individual' who has wants and needs of their own, which is why the first party is falling in love with a fantasy and turning it into porn... and the vicious cycle continues...). Among the muck piles, however, there are a few gems here and there who strive to advance the story(ies) we have all come to love and do so in passably good fashion.
As I am dreaming up a little story of my own to answer some of the questions about the Standing Stones and the fate of Patrick Galloway in order to break my own rule and play around with a little fan-fic in time for Halloween.
Thursday, October 18, 2012
Halloween Creeps Near
Autumn ranks as my favorite season for the perfect temperatures (warm days, easy-to-sleep cool nights), the gorgeous re-gowning of the trees in fabulous colors and the fun, family-oriented holidays of Halloween and Thanksgiving.
I'm a little more homesick now, since living in a Metro area I miss out on a lot that happens in an more agriculturally-oriented locale like my hometown in Southcentral Pennsylvania. Farmer's markets abound with the bounty of the harvests, and the products that rely on those bounties - apple cider, pumpkin pie, candied yams. Thinking about all of this is making my mouth water and I am going to have to get home as soon as possible before I miss out on all of my mother's wonderful baking, recipes handed down from our Pennsylvania Dutch ancestors.
But back to Halloween... Mom brought me up in a Christian home but she didn't deny me the fun of the holiday that so many would shun because of its (now mostly forgotten and what kid thinks/cares about these) associations with devils and demons and witches. I remember dressing up as Buck Rogers (yes, I know, boy's costume but I didn't care), an Indian girl (yes, I know, not politically correct), Cheetara (yes, I know, goofy cartoon. But that one got the most compliments, as well it should, since I had three family members working for days to get everything right) and a ninja (yes, I know... oh, wait, what should I know? Ninjas are frikken awesome!).
My gal-pals and I from middle school would get together and have a sleepover after terrorizing the neighborhood in our varied getups. Eight or nine of us girls crammed into the living room of one of our homes, to watch all of the greats like Dawn of the Dead, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, and we did a lot more laughing than spooking out as we drank can after can of Jolt Cola. Hyped up on caffeine, we would try to freak each other out with the creepiest ghost stories, which usually just turned into descriptions of gore-fests not much different from the movies we watched.
Halloween speaks to me differently now, as I enjoy it more vicariously through the younger nephews and nieces, and I do look forward to the day when I get to take my own kids around the neighborhoods for some "Trick or Treat." If some ridiculous politicians haven't banned it by then, at any rate.
But, to tie this in with writing, the stories... those stories stuck in my head, not so much the gory ones but the creepy ones that tickle your imagination in the dark, and not in a good way. They fed my passion for others like them, ones written, and I discovered Stephen King (who can write wonderful horror outside of some of the more gory episodes), and Clive Barker, and learned to appreciate the classics like Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery," and the varied crypterpieces of Edgar Allen Poe.
Fall will always enchant me, such a magical time of year, and I can only look forward to the burst of creativity exploding like the colors of the season.
I'm a little more homesick now, since living in a Metro area I miss out on a lot that happens in an more agriculturally-oriented locale like my hometown in Southcentral Pennsylvania. Farmer's markets abound with the bounty of the harvests, and the products that rely on those bounties - apple cider, pumpkin pie, candied yams. Thinking about all of this is making my mouth water and I am going to have to get home as soon as possible before I miss out on all of my mother's wonderful baking, recipes handed down from our Pennsylvania Dutch ancestors.
But back to Halloween... Mom brought me up in a Christian home but she didn't deny me the fun of the holiday that so many would shun because of its (now mostly forgotten and what kid thinks/cares about these) associations with devils and demons and witches. I remember dressing up as Buck Rogers (yes, I know, boy's costume but I didn't care), an Indian girl (yes, I know, not politically correct), Cheetara (yes, I know, goofy cartoon. But that one got the most compliments, as well it should, since I had three family members working for days to get everything right) and a ninja (yes, I know... oh, wait, what should I know? Ninjas are frikken awesome!).
My gal-pals and I from middle school would get together and have a sleepover after terrorizing the neighborhood in our varied getups. Eight or nine of us girls crammed into the living room of one of our homes, to watch all of the greats like Dawn of the Dead, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, and we did a lot more laughing than spooking out as we drank can after can of Jolt Cola. Hyped up on caffeine, we would try to freak each other out with the creepiest ghost stories, which usually just turned into descriptions of gore-fests not much different from the movies we watched.
Halloween speaks to me differently now, as I enjoy it more vicariously through the younger nephews and nieces, and I do look forward to the day when I get to take my own kids around the neighborhoods for some "Trick or Treat." If some ridiculous politicians haven't banned it by then, at any rate.
But, to tie this in with writing, the stories... those stories stuck in my head, not so much the gory ones but the creepy ones that tickle your imagination in the dark, and not in a good way. They fed my passion for others like them, ones written, and I discovered Stephen King (who can write wonderful horror outside of some of the more gory episodes), and Clive Barker, and learned to appreciate the classics like Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery," and the varied crypterpieces of Edgar Allen Poe.
Fall will always enchant me, such a magical time of year, and I can only look forward to the burst of creativity exploding like the colors of the season.
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Tools to Make Writing Easier
Several years ago, I stumbled across this wonderful program called "Scrivener" (sorry PC folks, the program is just for Macs at the moment, but they're working on it). The robust software specifically designed for writers seemed to answer all of my prayers* except for one - portability. Fast forward several years, when my dearest husband bequeathed me with an amazing tool for a writer on the go, such as I - the iPad. Now picture me scrambling to get to the App Store, pecking away in the Search bar for an iPad version of Scrivener. I am not setting out to write a horror story here, but alas, I found my hopes savaged by the lack of a portable version of my favorite writing software.
Or so I thought - a ray of possibilities shone on me, and its name was "Index Card." And - get this - it works with Scrivener through another program called "Dropbox." Unbelievable goodness. I've been able to take my work with me and create when the mood hits me, (making my right brain dance like a mummer) and keep it all neat and tidy (earning a nod of approval from my left brain).
I don't get anything from these endorsements from the folks who created them, but I will point those of you who are interested in learning more about them in the right direction and to the programmers I give a hearty "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" And some word-of-mouth, which proves useful to those wanting you to buy something.
Scrivener, from the folks at Literature and Latte, can be found here.
Index Card you can locate in the App Store, or take a look at it here.
*At least those involving the left side of my brain's desire for organization. And readable text. You should see my printing and handwriting. Blecch.
Or so I thought - a ray of possibilities shone on me, and its name was "Index Card." And - get this - it works with Scrivener through another program called "Dropbox." Unbelievable goodness. I've been able to take my work with me and create when the mood hits me, (making my right brain dance like a mummer) and keep it all neat and tidy (earning a nod of approval from my left brain).
I don't get anything from these endorsements from the folks who created them, but I will point those of you who are interested in learning more about them in the right direction and to the programmers I give a hearty "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" And some word-of-mouth, which proves useful to those wanting you to buy something.
Scrivener, from the folks at Literature and Latte, can be found here.
Index Card you can locate in the App Store, or take a look at it here.
*At least those involving the left side of my brain's desire for organization. And readable text. You should see my printing and handwriting. Blecch.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Working on "The Sentence"
So I am creating "The Sentence" for my blog, and here's a few:
If you like heroes who struggle in the bleak aftermath of nuclear destruction to not just survive but to thrive in a radioactive wasteland, you've come to the right place.
If your kind of hero solves murder mysteries against a fantasy backdrop resembling ancient Rome, you've come to the right place.
Techno-freaks rejoice! Cyberhacking and sleek ships are the way of the future, jacking-in and letting the ride begin!
(Okay, okay, that one isn't really a sentence, but maybe it gets the point across.)
Obviously, I've got to spend some more time on this. I will be back.
If you like heroes who struggle in the bleak aftermath of nuclear destruction to not just survive but to thrive in a radioactive wasteland, you've come to the right place.
If your kind of hero solves murder mysteries against a fantasy backdrop resembling ancient Rome, you've come to the right place.
Techno-freaks rejoice! Cyberhacking and sleek ships are the way of the future, jacking-in and letting the ride begin!
(Okay, okay, that one isn't really a sentence, but maybe it gets the point across.)
Obviously, I've got to spend some more time on this. I will be back.
First Blogs are the Worst
This one is just to get started.
If you stumbled across this site because you happened to find my name in a search engine... happy coincidence and welcome.
If you came here from one of my other blogs - Meltdown Cafe or Dreaming Cat Gallery, thanks for stopping by to look at this one.
The post I just finished over on Meltdown Cafe got me thinking - I really need to start one just for my writing, so as not to try to cram too much of everything into one blog. I am also somewhat OCD, and don't wish to mix types too much. Art can stay on art, post-apoc on post-apoc and writing on writing. I can allow them to cross genres every once in a while, but not often.
Let's see how this works out.
If you stumbled across this site because you happened to find my name in a search engine... happy coincidence and welcome.
If you came here from one of my other blogs - Meltdown Cafe or Dreaming Cat Gallery, thanks for stopping by to look at this one.
The post I just finished over on Meltdown Cafe got me thinking - I really need to start one just for my writing, so as not to try to cram too much of everything into one blog. I am also somewhat OCD, and don't wish to mix types too much. Art can stay on art, post-apoc on post-apoc and writing on writing. I can allow them to cross genres every once in a while, but not often.
Let's see how this works out.
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