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Folks who read this blog know I like my writing straightforward and conventional. That does not in any way equate to boring. The dirty truth is that more often than not, when you play around with usually or quirky styles or structures, it fails. But sometimes it does work, and kudos to those who dare …
The nebula awards are chosen by authors and other industry people, in other words awards for writers by writers. They usually focus more on technical skill than entertainment value like popularity-based awards do. This list of nominees is worth checking out. I, for one, am far behind on my reading. http://www.appy-gamer.com/Web/ArticleWeb.aspx?regionid=3&articleid=86824262&source=wordpress
FICTION VORTEX CONTEST WINNERS! My pilot story "The Last Guardian" was picked as the Grand Winner in Fiction Vortex's 2016/2017 Winter StoryVerse contest! In addition to a nice prize, I will now be brought on to the FV team to pen the serial set in their Of Metal and Magic StoryVerse! This is a great opportunity …
Most writers know two simple ways to get better at writing. They are the basic tips of any professional writing program or class. Stephen King summed it up quite well in his great treatise of the craft On Writing, suggesting "If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a …
The sun had arrived to shatter their peace; she felt its power firming his thick skin. He leaned his large body down to give Cyndil one last, lingering kiss, before rising to his regular pose. When the nosy neighbor came upon Cyndil later that morning, she was still leaning against the stone statue that stood in the …
This is very interesting, very abstract. I usually don’t care for abstract, but there’s something here I liked. I probably read through it too fast to appreciate or comprehend fully, so I’m just going to save it here for later.
An Oracle’s Awakening
by K.A.Harding, art by Anoki
The universe was a haiku of dreams. They circled and spun. They wove through the deep places. Vorell saw them all. The dreams of the maid and the magpie, the jittering clock and the rusted hinges on doors, doublets, dogs, dreary days of rain and drowning – they wafted like smell, but they stung.
And those were the good dreams.
Vorell sifted through them, kept it all behind his eyes. Little treasures. Miniscule songs and flowers whistled in brightness and color. Faces and petals all looked the same in the ether where the past, present, and future knotted. The life of the fly could be as long as an oak’s if you rewound it again, and again, and again. First kisses could become lasts. Deaths and births pranced over and under one another like the feet of dancer thralled to a reel…
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This is a great little flash story by Lynn Love with really nice description. Plus the final line was a killer. ‘They’re never really tame, of course,’ said Brace, fixing me with an intense stare. ‘Always remember that.’ I glanced down at the construction of brass riveted to the end of his wrist. The …
A great micro story!
Image : Virginia Frances Sterret
It’s getting dark as Sylvie reaches the top of the mountain, the last glow of the fat sun fading to violet and blue.
She loves nights on watch at the old Observatory. According to her friend Trad, there were ladders reaching floor to roof when the People first found the valley – cogs and wheels too, and a pulley system, rusted and choked with red vines. But it all must have been hauled away years ago, melted, broken, its use forgotten.
By the fire one night, she and Trad argued what the place would have been used for – a grainstore, a pump house, a torture chamber. Grin – the most knowledgeable of them when it comes to Before – said observe meant to look at things, though there isn’t a lot to see now: red vine (everywhere since the Invasion); the village; the distant wink of the sea.
‘A look out,’ Trad had said, sinking…
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Like Nicola Alter, I too like the idea of bad characters turning good. We already have a lot of stories of a hero’s fall. Star Wars is a key example. Many Star Wars stories tell about a good jedi falling to the dark-side. What about a jedi being brought back into the light? This is a concept I am toying with in a story I am working on now.
I haven’t been blogging for a few weeks – I put everything on hold because I was visiting family and wanted to make the most of that time, since I don’t get to see them often (they are on the other side of the world!). But now I’m home I thought I’d get back into things with a short post on something I love in fantasy: evil characters turning good.
Sure, I like a plain old dastardly villain I can hate, but a seemingly evil character who gradually discovers their soft, gooey core, and crosses over to join the good guys? No matter how many times I see it, if it’s done well it still gives me the warm and fuzzies.
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