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Month: May, 2014

Story Part 5

“I had the weirdest dream last night,” Sarah said as she walked beside Shay.
“Really?” Shay replied. “I doubt it was as weird as mine.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “This isn’t a competition you know,” she said.
“No really,” Shay insisted. “In my dream I was running through a jungle so fast that I could barely see what was around me. Then I broke through the trees and found myself looking up at…I think it was a pyramid. And there was this rainbow tornado shooting up into the sky. It was really weird. And this man…like my little statue, he walked up to me and touched my forehead. Then I woke up.”
Sarah looked at Shay in stunned silence. “Really?” she asked finally.
Shay nodded. “It was weird,” she said again
“That’s like mine,” Sarah replied. Shay gaped at her. Sarah ignored the stare and continued. “I was sitting on the floor inside this huge room. It looked like some sort on ancient tomb. And I was meditating. Suddenly this huge tornado sprung up around me. But it wasn’t made of wind. It was made of, like, thoughts and memories. I think it was knowledge. And it was colourful. And I looked up. There was a figure coming down towards me. They were flying. And they got close and touched my head.” Sarah put her hand up to her forehead. “Then I saw mom standing over me.”
Shay didn’t say anything. What else was there to say?

Interpreting Emotion Through Words Alone

“The struggle for a free intelligence has always been a struggle between the ironic and the literal mind.” 
-Christopher Hitchens

This quote is, to me, an example of how we must balance our thought processes when we read. You cannot look at a characters face to see their emotions. Instead we must rely on the authors words. How do we know when a character is being sarcastic? The author can simply say “she said sarcastically,” but that would get boring if it was said too often. So how else do we know? How do we know that when a character says something dryly they are not being literal? If we cannot determine a character’s meaning, then the words on the page become meaningless and the reader becomes lost. It takes a lot of intelligence to derive meaning from words alone.

So how do we as authors make sue that the reader truly understands what we are saying when all we have are words?

What Movie Would You Write?

I meant to post this yesterday, but I forgot.

If you could make any movie you wanted, what would the plot be and who would be in it?

50 Follows

I now have 50 follows. Thank you everyone for the support 🙂

Story Part 4

Sarah unrolled her little scroll. “I don’t know,” she said. “I can’t…wow.”
“What?” Shay demanded.
“I don’t know,” Sarah repeated. “The glyphs…they changed.”
“What do you mean ‘they changed’?” Shay felt a chill rush up her spine.
“They were Mayan glyphs,” Sarah said. “But now it’s English. I can read it.” She began mouthing the words on the scroll silently to herself.
Shay quickly unravelled her own scroll. There were neatly drawn glyphs covering the surface. Shay looked at it in confusion. Suddenly the glyphs started to blur and move. Shay blinked. When she opened her eyes, she was suddenly able to read the words. “Wow,” she whispered. She quickly read the words on the page. “Look here to follow the path of GIII. Should he look into your soul and find you wanting, then your life will remain one of the earthly plane, but, should he find you worthy, may your life never be the same again.”
“Shay,” a voice said suddenly, “Sarah, wake up.”
Shay blinked groggily. She was looking up at her bedroom ceiling.
“Shay,” the voice said again.
“I’m up,” she mumbled.
“Hurry up,” her mother said. “You’re going to be late for school.”
Shay threw off her covers and rolled out of bed. Sarah was doing the same. Blearily, they got ready and stumbled down to the kitchen to eat.

Where Has All My Time Gone?

Lately I have found that blogging is an absolute time sink. I love it, but it seems to take my day away. I’m trying to write a post or two a day and respond to a few other blog posts. But finding blogs that I want to respond to can take a while. I usually read dozens of blogs in the process. By then I usually have something to write about. Some of my posts take me five minutes, but a few have taken hours in themselves. This is usually the first thing that I do in the day. I prefer to write in the evening, so reading blogs first is usually best. But lately I’ve found that I’m exhausted by the time I get to writing my story. So far it hasn’t stopped me from getting my daily writing done, but it is beginning to feel like mot of my day consists of blogging and writing. 

I think I will keep my pattern going for now, but soon I may want to plan to take certain days off for the sake of my own sanity.

Superhero Stories

What makes a good superhero? What attracts us to the idea of superheroes? I have been considering these questions a lot lately. I get annoyed at superheroes like Captain America and Superman. They are too patriotic for my taste. It’s not so much about right or wrong for them, it’s about protecting the Americans. They also offer silly ideas about hyper-masculinity. Superman is almost perfect. And Captain America suggests that small men are weak and can’t do anything to protect anyone. Only a large man with a lot of muscles can fight the bad guys. I don’t like the heroes that have all the super powers. The ones with the strength that no human could manage, and the magic that allows them to stop people with force fields or telekinesis or what have you. I like the heroes who see a problem with the world and use their intellects to solve the problem. I like Batman who saw the corruption that plagued Gotham and used his money and intelligence to fight the corruption that was too much for even the police and politicians to handle. In fact, they partook in the problem. I like Robin who is just a child, and has no powers, but is able to use his training to bring down people twice his size. And he is even capable of leading his own group of superheroes. I like Nightwing, who was once Robin, because he uses his wit to make up for his lack of powers. He has Batman’s intelligence, but he also has a sense of humor. And I like Ironman. Tony Stark appears to be aloof and only interested in his own ego, but he cares more about the world than he lets on. When he finds out about the corruption in his business, he decides to fight back against it. He even stops making weapons and decides to focus on energy production instead. He, again, uses his money and intelligence to improve the world. I could go on, but this post would be huge if I did.

What are your favorite superheroes, and why?

What do you think is the biggest problem in the superhero/comic book industry?

Story Part 3

“What do you think it is?” Shay asked Sarah. They were lying in their beds examining their figurines with flashlights. The rest of their room was dark and the sky outside was clear and full of stars. They were supposed to be asleep, but they were too excited to care.
“I don’t know,” Sarah said. “I think mine’s a scholar of some sort. I think they are holding a tablet. Maybe it’s a Shaman though. Or a farmer. I hope it’s a scholar.”
“Mine looks like a cat person,” Shay replied. “I wonder if it’s a god of some sort.” She flipped the figure around trying to find any indication of what the little figure was. “Oh no,” she hissed. The figure had tumbled out of her fingers and hit the metal frame on her bed. With a loud ting, it fell towards the ground.
When it hit the ground, Shay could tell that something was wrong. There were now two objects lying side by side on the ground.
Shay jumped out of bed and grabbed the figure. “Oh no,” she repeated. She looked at it closely with her flashlight. “What the…” she whispered.
“What?” Sarah asked.
Shay walked over to her and showed her the little figure. It’s head had popped off to reveal hollow center, but the head was still attached by a tiny hinge. There was a tiny scroll inside.
“Wow,” Sarah said. She looked at the head of her own figure. Sure enough there was a hinge on it’s head as well. She flipped it open and found a similar scroll.
“What do you think these are?” Shay asked.

Religion in Stories

Religion is something that has always fascinated me. While I like my worlds to be atheistic and I like to have atheist characters, I also like to have religions. In fantasy, it is easy enough to create a religion. But I have found that my dystopian book requires me to create a sect within an existing religion rather than creating a whole new religion. I want my sect to reflect aspects of this religion, but I don’t want it to be a copy of an existing sect. I have done this by borrowing bits and pieces from different sects and even other religions. It has been an interesting experiment and I am interested to see how it goes. Part of me is worried: I don’t want to anger anybody because they think that I am writing about them, and I don’t want my book to be rejected by publishers because it is too controversial. But I’m also excited: I want to see how people receive my book, and I want to write something that is new and exciting. I hope my experiment turns out well.

Making an Outline

Different people write in different ways. Some people need an outline to write well while others prefer to just wing it. I wrote my first novel without using an outline and had few problems. I am using outlines to write my current books. I have found that having an outline makes the writing process smoother and keeps me from getting stuck. However, my writing has slowed down since I started using an outline. It’s not that the outline took any time, but rather that I seem to find writing with an outline boring and am finding it hard to focus. Now I am trying to decide if the benefits outweigh the costs. While I am slower now, I still have just as many words down now as I had with my first novel. This is because I don’t have the writers block.

Has anyone else had this problem? How did you go about solving it? 

What do you think about making outlines?

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