* Originally posted on The Tekaran Lady on June 1, 2009.
Thursday night we were searching for a movie to watch together, and we decided on Dragonheart.
I remember being extremely excited to go and see it in theaters with my aunt when it came out, and it's been on of my favorites list ever since. However, it's been a long time since I've watched it. I think the last full viewing was when I was on bed rest before Nichole was born, so about three years ago now. And like I did when reviewing Escaflowne, I realized Dragonheart was a major influence on my writing.
Originally pubished on The Tekaran Lady blog April 16, 2008.
One major drawback to both my love of music and beginning the prewriting stages for The Icarus Project is that I now seem to constantly have “Never Too Late” by Three Day’s Grace stuck in my head.
Don’t get me wrong, I like the song. It’s haunting, and even more so if you’ve seen the video. I have, but I try to put the video itself out of my head. As a mother of a young girl who is expecting another daughter in a matter of weeks, I find it disconcerting to say the least.
I first heard the song, oh I guess it was about two and a half months ago now, and The Icarus Project immediately popped into my head. Those of you who read the original when it was being published on The Writer’s Hood likely remember the desperate situation of the surface survivors and the desire of the main characters to save them. As such, “Never Too Late” has embedded itself in my mind as a type of theme song for the developing series, and I can’t seem to shake the melody.
It comes in handy when I sit down to work on Icarus, but it’s rather annoying at other times, especially when I’m trying to get into the rewrites for Succession. The tone of the song doesn’t fit with that one at all.
Anyone have ideas about shoving a song out of your mind without getting another stuck in its place? I'm open to suggestions.
* Originally posted on Diary of a Work-at-Home-Mom on May 3, 2010.
Nichole wrote her first book at the end of last year. She'd been entertaining C. L. and me with tales she made up for months, so I suggested making a book to give her grandparents for Christmas. She loved the idea.
Nichole told me one of her stories, and I wrote it out for her. Then, after asking for a few clarifications on the details, I drew out some rather pathetic pictures she and Brooke colored. C. L. and I scanned them into the computer and put them together into the book.
You should have seen her when her Pops and Nana and Gammy and Papa read the story. I recognized the expression. She has the bug, and she has it bad.
She's been drawing comic books and making skits ever since. (Hey, she's not even four yet and only partway to reading and writing. So, she tells her stories through pictures and actions for now.)
Originally published on March 18, 2010.
I discussed how housework acts like meditation for me and often leads to bursts of creativity on Tuesday. Today I want to talk about an instance that helped me come to the conclusions I reached.
A couple weeks ago my grandparents asked to look after the girls for a while, so I had the afternoon to myself. As I often do on days like these, I decided to get ahead on my tasks for the next day. So since we sold our stereo along with some other things and furniture when we moved, I set up the computer to use for music. I found a Buffy, Angel, and Supernatural play list on YouTube, set it to playing and went about my work.
Originally published March 28, 2010
I must have asked myself what the hold up is on Right of Succession a thousand times over the years. I mean, I started on the thing about this time of year back when I was thirteen, and I'll be 29 in a few months.
Filled with the self-assurance of the immensely amateur, at first I was sure it was simply the time eaten up with class and homework holding back the rate I could write. Then my family bought our first computer my freshman year of college, and I began researching publishing online and participating in writers' groups. After a couple of years and many blows to the ego, I realized I had a lot to learn about writing in general, let alone creating readable fiction.
I’m beginning to understand why Anne McCaffrey took to only mentioning her horses and leaving out her successful career as a novelist whenever a stranger would ask what she does for a living.
When someone finds out I write fiction, one or two things invariably happen. First, they look at me and, not all but most, assume since I’m a woman and mother I must either write romance novels or children’s books. I’ll admit to adding a bit of romance now and again if the story calls for it, but I’ve never written a story centering on a love affair. I have no plans to in the future either. It’s just not me, and although I am enamored of my girls and very fond of children in general, that’s not me either. I’ve tried writing for children and teens, and it doesn’t work.
Today's post was originally published on September 5, 2011 in response to a writing challenge for the 2011 Writer's Platform-Building Campaign.
The challenge was to write a piece of flash fiction no more than 200 words long beginning with the words "the door swung open." For an extra bit of challenge, the piece should end with the words "the door swung shut."
My entry is below. It is exactly 200 words long and is set in the Yekara universe about a week or so before Right of Succession begins.
Yekara Series Book 2
The Icarus Project
Rough Draft Progress
69061 / 75000
Myth & Science Collection
Icarus Trilogy Book 2
Yekara Series Book 3
Myth & Science Collection 2
Intent Only at this Time
Icarus Trilogy Book 3
Supers Collection 2
Intent Only at this Time
Yekara Series Book 4