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  • Creative Thinking Beets Kicking the Can

    My other half frequently praises that I am quite clever. This is an unusual case-in-point with which I had to agree. It involved canned quail eggs.

    We have a wonderful international grocery store not far from our house. You can stroll and shop for hours. Often we spend hundreds of dollars only to return home with many exotic items we have no clue how to properly prepare and serve. My coveted quail eggs were a perfect example. I thought the little bites would be good on salads. Wrong. Straight out of the can they tasted overwhelmingly metallic. That’s not something I usually notice but this was nearly intolerable.

    My only prior experience with the tiny eggs had been raw over flying fish roe in sushi restaurants. It’s quite delicious. Likewise, I’m sure the people who normally buy these petite gems boiled and packed in light brine know exactly what to do. No doubt the target shopper renders them into an extremely tasty treat.

    What might the experienced aficionado add? Fish sauce, perhaps? Maybe the perfect infusion of Asian vegetables? Add rice for a great meal. But I’ve got good rice and no amount of tasty vegetables was going to save these. Perhaps some unfamiliar balance of spices would be key. Perhaps I should go to cooking school.

    I don’t know. But, however bad tasting, this was food. And I’m notorious for hating to waste food. When it’s an animal product I’m especially radical. While I may never become totally vegetarian, I have standards.

    In this situation, the solution was presented by my husband’s decision to pickle some regular store-bought chicken eggs. I figured that sounded pretty good, though he usually can’t leave them alone long enough for me. The eggs are gone before they reach that really dark and deliciously burgundy stage I crave. You know? When the combined sugars and vinegar soak all the way to the yolk, I’m there. Yum.

    Then it occurred to me. Why not pickle the little quail eggs? So I got a tiny container and made the cutest pickled egg mix I’ve ever seen. And they tasted great! I’m tickled pink, no…

    Beet red. Heh… Sorry.

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    It’s that time again. We hope you had a safe holiday and can kick back to enjoy a little fiction.

    A. Catherine Noon

    Darla M. Sands

  • Thursday Thirteen

    Well, it’s the final Thursday of the year. I’ll kick us off with something silly and rely on my wonderful fellow writers for anything weighty or meaningful. In the meantime, I hope you enjoy!

    A. Catherine Noon

    Darla M. Sands

    Nikki Memmott Now

    Lucius Antony

  • Angel’s View

    I wonder if everyone is feeling as exhausted as I am after Christmas Day? Today, my hubby and I and three of our children drove to Adelaide from Melbourne, for a three day stay. It’s an eight hour drive, that never fails to turn into nine hours with the kids.

    I was about to turn off the computer and climb into bed, when I remembered my guest spot, due on Sunday, yikes…that’s today!!!!! 🙂



    Angel’s Window

    Snuggled under a quilt on your lap, reading as you
    type, my eyes wander to the east facing window, I
    spy a butterfly mid flight; its wings shot through with
    exotic colored hues.

    In the distance thunder rumbles; a fresh brisk breeze
    disrupts the flutter of flight, antennae twitch as fragile
    orange dotted wings whisk the beauty out of sight. I sigh,
    cuddle deeper into you, eyes heavy, adrift on a different
    plane – my winged vision leads me to dance within the flame.
    ~~


    Love,

    Eaton



  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Happy Holidays! In case you’re taking a much-deserved break from festivities, here’s a little light reading for your enjoyment.

    Darla M. Sands: “Christmas Balls”

  • Thursday Thirteen

    Happy Thursday! I’ll kick us off today and look forward to reading what our other contributors compile as the day progresses.

    Darla M. Sands

    Debbie Cairo

  • To Drabble or Not to Drabble?

    As part of my reintroduction to writing this year, I began participating in a monthly drabble challenge. Drabbles are defined in this case as 100 word stories (or 200 for double drabbles and 300 for triple drabbles). Drabbles are challenging, but I really enjoy them.

    I was involved in some discussion this week around word count, though, and ran into someone who claimed they could not drabble. They said it simply wasn’t posssible for them to write using so few words.

    Now, this group of folks in chat are people who regularly write 20,000 to 30,000 words or more a month, and the longest story I’ve written recently is less than 5,000 words. Still, it surprised me to find that narrowing the focus down to a drabble-length story would be considered more difficult than writing tens of thousands of words.

    So why drabble?

    One of the first things I noticed about drabbling was the way it forced me to choose words carefully. When you only have 100 words, every single one of them matters. I’m more likely to break out the thesaurus to find the perfect, descriptive word on a drabble than a full length story.

    Another thing I like about drabbles is that they can be relatively quick. If I’m blocked or frustrated, a drabble can shake me out of it. I can usually start and finish them in an evening, and completing something always makes me feel good. It also keeps the juices flowing when I’ve been stymied on my other works in progress.

    Finally, drabbling helps with plotting, too. Distilling a scene down to its primary elements, making sure you convey enough detail to fully tell the story but avoid going over the wordcount is great practice for longer stories.

    I realize that dabbling is not going to be for everyone. Still, everyone can do it with practice, and I think most people really will get something out of it.

  • Flash Fiction Friday

    Friday is here, so kick back and enjoy these reads by our contributing authors. We love to share and appreciate your time reading. Please tell us what you think. And Happy Friday!

    A. Catherine Noon

    Darla M. Sands

  • Thursday 13!

    Wow. Is it Thursday again already? ~pants~

    Here are our lists from our group of contributors. If you see something you like, remember to leave a comment! The authors will thank you! 🙂

    A. Catherine Noon

    Darla M. Sands

    And a brand new entrant! (He’s my brother, so I’m really proud!!)
    FiremanPat

    Thursday 13 – December 17, 2009: Thirteen of the best Fairy Tales

    So, if you didn’t know, I have a thing for Fairy Tales. So, here are some of my favorites, in no particular order… mostly from the Brother’s Grimm, though not necessarily only from them, especially since many of the folk tales are that, folk tales and don’t have a single author.

    And from Lucius Antony:
    1. Snow White and Rose Red

    2. Bearskin

    3. Iron Hans

    4. Red Riding Hood

    5. Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty)

    6. The Youth Who Went Forth to Find What Fear Was

    7. Beauty and the Beast

    8. The Girl with Silver Hands

    9. The 12 Brothers

    10. Hansel and Gretel

    11. The Beauty and the Beast

    12. Hansel and Gretel

    13. The Little Mermaid

  • Evolution of the Story

    So, this Wiley Wednesday, I decided to share with you a story. This is how a work of fiction evolves far beyond what the author may originally intend, a feeling that I’m sure we all know very well. This is about a series of stories I’ve been working on for years that went from a short, one-shot story to a series of around a dozen stories.

    It all started in 2006, or so all the files on my computer are telling me, I’m afraid I don’t know specifically when it all started. Anyway, my best friend, Stephen, came across a figurine line released by McFarlane entitled Twisted Fairy Tales. In this toy line, there was a Red Riding Hood figure that depicted Red in her cloak and underwear (and boots, can’t forget boots, no respectable young lady would be caught without her boots!) holding a wolf with it’s stomach sliced open and it’s entrails gushing out, which include pieces of Red’s grandmother. Now, Stephen being Stephen, thought that this would make for an excellent movie. He didn’t have many details at the time, namely the idea of Red hunting werewolves. He wanted us to make this into a movie. Now, in 2006 (I’m not starting to think it was earlier, but I have no proof) we were two 17 year olds with basically no female friends to fulfill the two female roles… and basically no male friends to fulfill the male roles, either.

    Anyway, since the film idea wasn’t going to happen I took the story from him and wrote a very short story about the Organization (couldn’t come up with a decent name at the time) and their star agent Red Riding Hood, who had to save their leader, Grandmother, from the penultimate werewolf.

    Fun times.

    The story was all of five pages and I was happy with it. I probably had an issue or two, as I usually do, mainly dealing with common sense (why send ONE person on a mission so vital when they could’ve easily sent an army? And why was she wearing such a skimpy outfit when a slash from the werewolf would turn her into one? Why use sai when they aren’t suppose to have any edges at all? [I’ve tried to answer some of those problems in recent drafts… others I just left up to the reader’s suspension of disbelief]).

    So, as far as I was concerned, I was done with that. It was a good story, now back to the main thing I was working on at the time… then feelings started to change. I’m guessing I was bored, and came up with another story idea centered around this character, a prequel called: The Boy Who Cried Wolf… I’ll let you guess what this story was about.

    After that, I added a few things to the original story, due to some revelations made in Boy, and decided to continue her tale. I was curious to find out what would happen to Red after the “Grandmother Incident.” So, I wrote a sequel about that and decided: this is it. I have nothing else to say about Red, Grandmother, the Organization, and anything else to do with this.

    Then I thought: “What if the Organization hunted more than just werewolves?” Thus, I wrote Hansel and Gretel, the Sibling Witch Hunter Team. I really like these characters, especially when they’re together. Being brother and sister they of course love each other very much, however, being brother and sister they also hate each other with a passion. They bicker all the time (it’s how they show their love and respect for each other), about anything that they could possibly come up with to bicker about, and I think all this bickering and the end results are pretty funny.

    At this point, I was enthralled with the Organization (I couldn’t come up with a better name for it until much later) and the interesting characters that they employ for whatever reason, and decided to find more of them. However, my knowledge of fairy tales at the time were very limited and I didn’t know where to begin. All I knew is what I wanted: a series of tales that were interconnected. Stories where it didn’t matter if you hadn’t read Hansel and Gretel or the Red trilogy. A book where you could open to a random story and read it with 100% understanding. I had accomplished this with the Hansel and Gretel story, it didn’t matter if you didn’t know what the Organization was, or who Red was (though she made a very brief cameo), and THAT is what I wanted.

    My father, however, wanted more Hansel and Gretel (I think he likes them more than I do).

    I had no idea where else to go and thought that an interesting story would be for Red to meet the siblings… most likely in a versus style arena where Red would be hunted and someone wouldn’t make it out alive.

    However, that idea didn’t sit well with me… I liked those three characters too much to kill them, at least at this point.

    Instead, I came up with another idea, they team up! A team up could’ve been interesting in a prequel story, with werewolves teaming up with witches and they were all three called in to put a stop to it… sadly, I only came up with that concept just now and need to write it down because that does sound pretty awesome.

    Anyway, in the end the three of them ended up teaming up against the Organization, causing a schism and two factions to be formed.

    I officially found myself in a linear series, one that followed a basic plot and became more like chapters in a novel than individual stories.

    I’m not sure when, exactly, it happened, but I knew it was going that way after the two part team up between these characters. By the end of the next story, Rose Red and the Seven Dwarfs, I had a general idea of where I was going with the rest of the series, though things would continue to evolve a little bit over the span of times.

    One such change was the Mythology class I took my Senior year of high school. I had learned several things about Greek Mythology due to:
    A) A general interest
    B) Movies
    C) Latin Class

    However, this was my first true introduction to Norse Mythology… and I found several interesting aspects in it… things that I then took and used within my series. Add on a few aspects of Christian “Dogma” (for lack of a better word) and you get several more interesting stories and one that seems somewhat contrived, confusing and lacking some important information in a desperate attempt from me to appear “deep,” or “thought provoking.”

    I don’t care much for how it ended, though I think I can still salvage it, mostly intact, with a few minor adjustments and one or two explanations.

    Well, anyway, I finished the final story about two years ago, now (God, that seems like such a long time ago…)

    So, with the first drafts done, I started all over again… I never get far, but I made a few decisions (cut out Boy, for instance) and added several new ideas/characters to Red, and may be taking out another story, but will most likely evolve it into something that is completely different than what it was before.

    Anyway, that was a little long winded, and seems like it much more than it probably actually is (started around midnight, currently it is 2:30… but I got distracted).

    Anyway, that is my story about how our creations can change, drastically. How what we want originally is not what we get, and how things may end up for the better because of it. Of course, I’ll never really know what it’d be like if this series didn’t turn out the way it did, and I’m really curious about it, but I’m proud of what I’ve done so far, and am looking forward to finally getting into another draft of Hansel and Gretel and everything beyond, which only ever had one draft.