Thursday, April 8, 2010

I'm reading this

Okay, I'm reading this right now - With a Touch by Rhiannon Leith - and I'm most of the way through it. I have to say I like the sex scenes - wink wink - but the rest of the book just doesn't make sense to me. There's too many inconsistencies. People we think are dead are alive and well two pages later, or at least conversing and torturing others; a lot of dues ex machina goes into making up the plot; and the plot is also filled with technical inconsistencies related to the passage of time, amongst other things.

And it still has that contrived flavor to me, that inner dialogue that editors seem to think that readers need in order to fully get into the characters or to have a fulfilling emotional response to them. Ugh. I say if you need to spend 3 pages of internal navel-gazing to tell me what the character thinks then you aren't doing your job. Let them act on their emotions (actions speak louder than words). Does the action need a four page set up BTW? No. Not IMHO. That just makes it stale and unsurprising to read. To me anyway.

Buy it, read it, and tell me what you think.

My characters just do whatever they do and don't get all caught up in describing their inner insecurities. Maybe I just don't want to read about other people's insecurities. If I did, I guess I would have gone after that MSW after all. But who wants to sit around listening to other people's problems all day long? Not me, me thinks.


My writing group, who I don't always agree with BTW, told me that my last iteration of the Angels and Demons work was lousy, constipated, forced-sounding crap.

Thank you very much! I guess that's what I get for trying to PLOT instead of PANTS.

So....back to the drawing board.

Me, I think I tend to write actual character-driven stories. And I think people throw out that term and mean something very different - something very safe and sanitary and closer to plotster than pantster - than I do. What I mean is that I sit and write a character who is undrawn except in very vague story-role terms, who doesn't have goals, inner and outer desires, a planned weakness, a planned strength, a planned....etc. ad nauseum. I sit down and write and the characters tell their story. They don't tell me the plot. They don't conform to a plot. They provide vignettes that unfurl the character bit by bit.

Then of course I get stuck half way through the book and haven't figured out how to fix that yet. So, I tend to go searching around for a good plot! ARGH!

I think on the whole I have a tendency to write very sensory-filled vignettes where the character is caught up in some intimate way with an outside force and how he/she deals with that reveals the inner character and his/her desires and hopefully furthers the plot at the same time.

Now, maybe that sounds like first year writing student wishful thinking babble or maybe it sounds like unpublished author whining or perhaps it's just a difference of opinion that says I need to write in a different genre that what I'm reading. Or maybe it doesn't really matter anyway and I'm just being too picky.

Who knows for sure? Only the reader can decide, IMO.

More later,


Sunday, April 4, 2010

I read this:

Dear Bratty Friends,

I read this book for my Easter Sunday. (Didn't have anybody to go shootin' with, darn it!)

Being 1) sci-fi, and 2) sexy too, I recommend you buy it and commence reading immediately. Where I'm from, you still have 2.5 more hours of Easter left. Don't waste them!

Here's the blurb:

What a girl wants and what a girl needs are sometimes two different things…

For Melissa “Lucky” Chance, another stretch in Ganymede’s ice prison is nothing new. The flash-freeze that’s supposed to destroy her will only leaves her with an insatiable desire for the first hot body she lays eyes on. Except this time, she faces a death sentence. Her only hope of escape lies with the man known as The Butcher.

John Ramius understands the logic behind his conviction as a criminally insane mass murderer. No man should have been able to slaughter over fifty men in as many minutes, but no one sees the underlying curse that compels him to sense—and fulfill—someone’s deepest need. Chance’s skill will free him to kill the Sun-King; he will find no rest until he does.

As they run from the forces of the Jovian colonies, Ramius finds himself temporarily sidetracked, not only by Chance’s relentless desire, but by her underlying, unspoken need. Ignoring it—or his own compulsion to do every wicked thing imaginable to her—is not an option.

Only after all their defenses are stripped away do they discover that their meeting wasn’t by chance. Someone is manipulating them both, and the only way out is the path to their destruction…

Me likey!


A good use of peeps, IMO:

And who could resist Salvador Dali's "The Persistence of Memory" as the base for the gaff? Not this girl!

See more here.

And BTW I was just sittin' around eating cake when the table shook with a bang! at around 2:55 this afternoon. It sounded like a ball had hit the house, or a very large animal. But we went out and looked and found nothing.

Later that day, the Mexicali earthquakes hit.

Curious. Is my house somehow on the "pre-shock" line? I mean, I know I live in Wenatchee. Just didn't know I lived on a fault line!



Friday, April 2, 2010

No more bacon

I'm, sadly, waving good-bye to bacon for a while.


Bye bye, bacon. You've been a tasty friend. A cholesterol-laden meat whose flavor never lets you down. Yeah, you know it. You were supposed to be my BFF!

But now that my cholesterol is 224.
My LDL is 132.
And HDL is a mere 42,
it's time to say adieu.

Yes, good bye in French.

But, I'll always keep you in my heart, bacon. (In one way or another!)

Bye bye.


Now on to the rest of life. *wipes tear away*

Where did I put that low fat cookbook?

Oh, wait. I see it. It's on the shelf covered with dust!

And now, on a lighter note - for what isn't inherently sad about bidding good bye to bacon? - let's talk post-apocalyptic novels.

Know any good ones? I'm gonna go read Eternity Road by Jack McDevitt.

What else should be on my list?

Oh yeah. And I'm reminded that the Logan's Run story is very Watchmen-like. Stay tuned. I may try some out here.

After all, I'll save all that extra time in the day to write, since I won't be eating bacon.



Thursday, April 1, 2010

Buy this book!

A Shifter, A Vampire and A Demon walk into a bar…

Shifting Reality, Book 1

Thomas Lyons is your average cat shifter. Cool, seductive…and bored out of his mind. With the new popularity of all things paranormal, he doesn’t see why he should hide anymore. When his half-demon technophile roommate hooks him up with a computer, Thomas starts a blog announcing to the world who and what he is. Oddly enough, the more he shares, the less he’s believed. In fact, people begin thinking it’s a new online series with fantastic effects.

Margo Sheffield doesn’t dance on tables anymore, not since her reckless naïveté cost her so much. These days, her only guilty pleasures are dark chocolate, shoes—and a certain website with a man whose purring voice sends shivers down her spine. When the show, Shifting Reality, offers a week in a haunted Scottish castle with the stars, it seems a far-off dream. But when that dream becomes reality, her boss’s insistence that she mix business with pleasure—or else—is more like a nightmare.

Thomas’s focus on the show is blown by the luscious, camera-shy handful. And Margo can barely think about contracts when she’s surrounded by newlywed ghost hunters, a matchmaking demon and a man whose addictive touch makes her head spin. A showmance is the last thing she needs, but with a sexy cat like Thomas on the prowl…she just can’t resist.