Greetings, I have been having an amazing time of late. Between travel (two great trips I’ll blog about later) and work and writing and playing Dungeons and Dragons (yeah, that one) I have been having a good run! I’ll be posting some Flash Fiction I’ve been dabbling with in various contests. The first is up in “Fiction and Poetry” tab. Evolution is for a flash exercise, 1500 words, 55 hours, Location must include a boat of any kind and a bag of marbles… See what you think. Evolution
Jasmine is a 500 word flash which had to be set at a party and include the phrase “The air was filled with…” Jasmine
The novel, Irregular Orbit, stalled for a while then sprang back to life, and is a slow haul. It is at 46k words now and is likely to head to 100k before first cuts and a bunch of hard core editing. I plan to have that one professionally edited as I feel like it will be something to publish when its done. One chapter that I pulled out already feels like it may be a second in what may be a trilogy. Lord help me.
I am back to writing more frequently now so I hope to see you here on a regular basis.
Until then… let me know what you think of the flash fiction pieces.
I art diligently working on this novel, Irregular Orbit. I am having a good
time letting these characters tell their tale of space mystery and murder. They are rich and deep with holey formed personas and motivations. They story flows and grows and forms around them, like a gaseous cloud in this vast universe. WOW! I am 40K into the story… things are getting weird. Space Weird. String Theory weird.
I have met a wonderful and supportive group of writers. Most of them are successfully published and doing tours and things. Most are mystery writers, a few write historical fiction, one is giving the classic detective serial a new face, one writes stories from a dog’s perspective. There are poets and biographers. One woman is writing the story of her marriage and her husband’s descent into Alzheimers. She make me cry every time she shares. There are new writers too, who like me have been at this a while but just surfacing. I have to say, having a community of like minded writers makes me want to show up and present my best every Saturday.
Having support is key to success in many endeavors and writing needs bolstering more than some hobbies. Breathing life to a work is exhausting and exhilarating and terrifying. It takes a village to keep you sane and producing. It takes a calm set of mentors to encourage cruel edits without undermining courage.
It takes coffee. Lots of coffee.
I will visit again soon. It will be fun to see the two chapters here compared to the same two chapters now…
I haven’t written much sci fi before so this has been quite fun… if you read it, leave me comment on if it is worth chasing a little more.
I’ve been painting, writing, going and doing. I went to an Axe Throwing class… it was totally worth every penny, so much fun! I highly recommend you find a groupon for one in your area.
I also joined a local writer’s group. They are amazing, many of them published, and intimidating to a certain extent. I love hearing them read, and the groups provides positive, solidly reasoned critique. To think that I may read some of my stuff with that advanced a group makes me worry but it will make me a better writer.
In looking through my site, I discovered very little occurred whilst I was completing my Master’s Degree. My move to Pinellas County is complete and I no longer spend 2 hours a day on a delirious commute.
Huzzah! I have time to create!
I’ve been painting, allowing that to satiate my creative need but of late, writing has flared. Painting is not my passion but I do enjoy it… here are two from the heart and one from an instruction book… can you guess? >ha<
There have been many changes since I last posted (other than for coursework) and I am entering a new chapter in my life. I’ve moved to a small place very near work. I am dating, sort of… trying to date is more accurate. I’ve been going out with friends, taking pottery and dance classes… I’ve been horseback riding, worked cattle, and am soon to participate in Axe throwing … Groupon is marvelous.
I’ve joined a writers group. A 30-odd bunch of professional and budding authors from every genera and walk. They offer honest, gentle critique and input on works in progress. It will be good to hone my craft.
In research for a class assignment, I thought about two quotes from Benjamin Franklin:
“Freedom of speech is a principal pillar of a free government; when this support is taken away, the constitution of a free society is dissolved, and tyranny is erected on its ruins. Republics and limited monarchies derive their strength and vigor from a popular examination into the action of the magistrates.”
Those who would give up essential Liberty, to purchase a little temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety. This was first written by Franklin for the Pennsylvania Assembly in its Reply to the Governor (11 Nov. 1755)
Recent events in the world have new visibility and attention to topics such as border security, cyber security, religious security, security from uncomfortable words, fake news, real news and opinions which may differ from yours. There has been a rise in labels: racist, terrorist, extremist, snowflake, feminist, fascist, alt-right, alt-left, and on and on and on. There have been demonstrations for freedom, against freedom, for governments and against, for Security and against Liberty.
It’s enough to make one’s head spin. Or at least make one spin the channel to some drivel about cupcake and treehouse masters. We must, for a moment, stop the hyperbole and rationally move back to the MIDDLE of the road rather than standing on the curbs throwing words and stones at the other side. We are all on the same damn road. We must begin to understand that compromise is not “loosing” and we must understand that this nation especially, was and is stronger by inclusion than division. We must not give up Liberty for Security. We must not trade our rights, or the rights of others for feeling safe in our little bubbles. We do not need to drown out the alt-right nor the alt-left with chants and screaming. Discourse, intellectual discussion, LISTENING to the why behind the words helps us all understand. You don’t have to agree with someone to LISTEN, you don’t have to adopt another’s beliefs to be tolerant. To act and react with Love is the greatest commandment. Freedom of expression, in art, language, beliefs is a founding principal of this nation. We must protect it, even if that means your internet isn’t filtered, your FB feed isn’t managed, your laws permit activities you don’t consider moral, and even if it means you must WORK a lot harder to understand truth. Liberty is worth working for…
The world is a rapid fire experience, from birth to death. What helps us all make sense is LEARNING! From our first attempts at language, to shaky steps every experience is an education. When we don’t master the lesson, we end up repeating the material.
Electronic communication and commerce are the new norm for many countries, though NOT all. Blogs are a point of contact, a way to express our perceptions of reality, our versions of truth. Welcome to my blog, one focused on creative writing but which also expresses unique truths.
I’m participating with a small writing group sponsored by acclaimed author Michael Dellert. The free writes are set in the world Michael crafted for his epic series and he assigns each member a character. Here is what I’ve contributed thus far…
Manor Life with a Young Lord
Cathal Manor, Bántobar, Duir 1
Eranna wiped her hands on her apron and glanced across the larder at the hulk of a man balanced carefully on a stool that was more tar, sinew and rag twine than its original Alder wood. Dor, eyed her careful and then continued, “Please Eranna, I wouldn’t ask this of you if there was a better way. I know you,” Dor struggled for the right word, “I know Lord Cathal’s,” Dor was nearly mumbling now as he tried to cobble words together, “actions may not seem to you to be fitting or proper…” Eranna interrupted him, “Enough, Dor. You really should stop talking before you commit treason. You may be Captain of the manor, but in my kitchen you are no better than that headless scullery boy. I’ll get the Lord and his guests,” Eranna shook her head at the thought, “put to right and sent along to see the new summer foal. Continue reading →