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Thursday 13!
Wow. Is it Thursday again already? ~pants~
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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.
Ever Feel Like You’re Being Watched?
I am debating getting a little bungalow somewhere so I can write uninterrupted. While not popular with my spouse, right now I’m looking at two valid reasons.
First there is our cat Tilly, who has decided that the paper I was editing would make a lovely place to have a lie-down. Then the younger of our three beasts, Jezebel, has decided to join us in the bed I tried to claim for my evening workspace. It won’t be too bad if they don’t end up fighting. The playful bouts seem harmless to their health but they are most distracting.
And the constant face-marking upon my computer screen is another disturbance. Last night I sat at my desk, turned on the light, and discovered a fine coating of short, gray hair. Thanks Jezebel. That was from another wrestling match upon my ski machine. And she’s the one neighbors said “didn’t shed” when they foisted her upon us. The truth is that you can’t tell that she is shedding until it builds up. And boy, does her fur build up fast.
Luna, my oldest, is often the worst of all. Sunday evening I tried to type in bed, was quite comfortable doing so, and she suddenly appeared on the pillow beside me. “Okay,” I thought, “we can share the space.” But she wasn’t content to be close without touching. Before long I had her pointy little chin tucked into my elbow from behind. She was determined, gradually sticking her neck further out to lay greater claim to my arm until I finally had to pry her off. I felt bad when the old girl made a fuss. Before long I just gave in and settled down to sleep. Having turned off my laptop at a reasonable hour, I must admit to getting a fairly full nights’ sleep. At least I did when there weren’t paws tangled in my hair.
As for tonight, at least Tilly has decided to go check the food bowl. Jezebel followed. Good. Now I’m alone with my wrinkled manuscript. Luckily I can still read it. Tilly is not a lightweight. We’ll just have to see what happens as the evening goes on. Perhaps it’s time to set up the seldom used spare bedroom as my office. I like having my desk by the bookcases but without a door the space is not terribly helpful. Then again, they’d probably just bang on a closed door.
I’m told cats are the traditional pet of authors through the ages. Indeed, our page-a-day cat calendar is full of witty and truthful words from many novelists and poets. And the cartoonist of “Simon’s Cat” really has nailed the humorous aspects of their nature with fun drawings. But having the flesh nearly torn off your elbow by a bored feline tapping an arm for attention is far from lyrical. Maybe I should check into football padding.
Just some random poetry
So, apparently, my understanding was off and my Christmas reverie was a week off… So, since this is technically my day (again) and I have a plans tomorrow. So, instead of another thought-filled blog, I’ll give you a thought-filled poem, instead.
A perpetual sea,
a blue sea,
a calm sea,
The sea is the essence of life.
The sea sustains life,
The sea takes life.
The sea surrounds us,
moving endlessly in all directions.
An impenetrable wall,
rising,
surrounding,
destroying,
sinking.
Our dream is dead.
Our dream of life,
Our dream of love,
Our dream of civilization.
Lost forever under the endless sea.
Lost forever under the blue sea.
Flash Fiction Friday
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Thursday 13
It’s that day of the week again, when we corral lists by our contributing authors. Happy Thursday!
And from Lucius Antony:
Thursday 13 – December 10, 2009: Thirteen of the best Star Wars Quotes
For this Thursday Thirteen, I’ve decided to take a look at one of my favorite movie series of all time: Star Wars. So, here are some of my favorite quotes from the Original Trilogy (back when the writing was actually pretty good):
1. “I want to come with you to Alderaan. There’s nothing for me here now. I wan to learn the ways of the Force and become a Jedi like my father.” Luke Skywalker, Episode IV: A New Hope
2. “I find your lack of faith disturbing.” Darth Vader, Episode IV: A New Hope
3. “Greetings Exalted One, allow me to introduce myself: I am Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight and friend of Captain Solo. I know you are powerful, mighty Jabba, and that your anger with Solo must be equally powerful. I seek an audience with your Greatness to bargain for Solo’s life. As a token of my good will, I offer you a gift: these two droids.”
“What did he say?”
“Both are hard working, and will serve you well.”
“Artoo, you’re playing the wrong message!” Luke Skywalker/C3P0 Episode VI: Return of the Jedi
4. “You have your moments, not many of them, but you have them.” Leia, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
5. “You’ll find that many of the truths we believe in are all dependant on our point of view.” Obi-Wan Kenobi, Episode VI: Return of the Jedi
6. “Young fool! Only now, at the end, do you understand.” Emperor Palpatine, Episode VI: Return of the Jedi
7. “Obi-Wan once thought as you do. You don’t know the power of the Dark Side, I must obey my Master.” Darth Vader, Episode VI: Return of the Jedi
8. “No, try not! Do, or do not. There is no try.” Yoda, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
9. “Luke, don’t give in to hate, that leads to the Dark Side.” Obi-Wan Kenobi, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
10. “The Force is with you, young Skywalker, but you are not a Jedi yet.” Darth Vader, Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back
11. “Will someone get this walking carpet outta my way?” Leia, Episode IV: A New Hope
12. “Would you prefer another target, a military target? Then name the system! I grow tired of asking this, so it will be last time. Where is the rebel base?” Grand Moff Tarkin, Episode IV: A New Hope
13. The Wilhelm Scream, used throughout the saga.
Happy Tuesday
Last night I took an interesting little journey through the world of blogs. I was looking for inspiration and found it in abundance…
Writer’s Block
All writers find themselves struggling to write at one time or another. Maybe they’re facing the proverbial “block,” maybe the story’s changing direction, maybe the writer is stressed, or tired. Regardless of the reason, however, every writer must work through it and put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) again.
But what should a writer do? What is the secret to unraveling writer’s block?
I have spent the last couple of weeks beating my brain against this issue, and the only answer I have come up with is that there is no one right answer.
Most of the time, the best solution is simply to keep writing. Whether words are pouring out of you or being pried out of you one painstaking letter at a time, just keeping the juices flowing at least puts you in the position to take advantage of inspiration when it strikes. Just seeing the page start to fill up can be a boost that will silence a Critic and give you momentum and energy.
Sometimes, though, plugging away just doesn’t work. In my case the last couple of weeks, I got so worn down trying to write that I couldn’t even come up with ideas anymore, let alone execute them. That kind of freaked me out, actually, since one line of a song on the radio will usually send me off on a story tangent. I’m not as disciplined or as fast at writing as I should be, but coming up with ideas for stories is one of my very best things, and I couldn’t do it.
Finally, last week I tried my other method for getting over writer’s block. I just left the computer off and gave myself permission not to write for like four days. I watched TV, and read, and went to bed earlier, and didn’t even try to write. Today I worked through an exercise for Chapter 5 of the Fiction Writer’s Workshop, and had a fanfic muse babbling at me about adding a section about him in a WIP. No drama, no stress, just smooth and normal.
The frustrating thing about the whole experience for me is that my instincts were telling me to take some quiet time and just recharge my batteries, but I ignored them. I had fixated on the idea that I had to just keep writing at all costs, and when I finally did give in and take a break I needed twice as much time away as I would have needed if I had listened to my brain and body earlier.
My learning lesson for the last couple weeks, then, is to go with your gut. It’s important to do your best to understand what is really driving the block (You don’t want to enable a fit of laziness, for example, but if you’ve been working more hours or are under more stress than normal, then you have to take that into account.) but for the most part I believe that we will instinctively know the right thing to do. The key is to do it.
What about everyone else? What are some things that you do when you’re having trouble writing or you need inspiration?
Ruminations on Christmas and Christmas’ Past
It’s officially December, and do you know that means for all the gentiles, materialists, and people who simply listen to the radio or watch television? That’s right, the Christmas season started over a month ago.
When I was younger, Christmas was probably my favorite time of year. I suppose, like every other kid my age, I was simply materialistic, and really liked getting all those presents (the dollar went a lot farther back then and there would always be a big stack of presents under the trees). It’s not really the same any more, to be honest. I’m still materialistic, I won’t lie, but there are also fewer items for me to covet. My Christmas list, or lack thereof, isn’t really the focus of this post, however.
Back in the day, Christmas had a clear feeling. I can’t really describe it, I can barely even remember the feeling itself, to be honest. But, I do recall the feeling being there. A type of awe, or jubilation perhaps, in the pit of my stomach, exemplified with everything else that comes with the Christmas season: lights, the tree, music (sing it with me, everyone: “Grandma got run over by a reindeer…”), the cold and the snow. Making snowmen, playing outside, shoveling snow and making tunnels out of the huge piles of snow that would accumulate on the side of the drive (we may have only done that one year, but it’s a fond memory) all helped. All of that led up to the day itself.
I remember waking up at ungodly hours of the morning on Christmas day (times where I would probably still be awake recently) and having to wait until the stroke of… I think it was 7… to wake up anybody else. It would still be dark and we would open our presents after eating a quick breakfast of cinnamon rolls. All of that in my pajamas.
All that changed, however, when I hit high school and started working at the family jewelry store during the holiday season. I’m not sure if it was work or the “maturity” I reached in high school that did it, or some other factor.
Now, that feeling is gone. Like I said, I’m up until 2 a.m. even on the 24, and sleep in until around 11-12 on Christmas, shower and then join my family, waiting for my brother to finally wake up.
Being a sucker for nostalgia, I tried desperately last year to rekindle that feeling I had as a kid. The best way I thought of doing this, was to watch the old video tape we have with all the Christmas specials on it (Garfield, Rudolph, probably the Grinch, etc.). I found the tape I thought it was (clearly labeled “X-mas cartoons)… it was the wrong tape. It still had a couple of the specials from the old Nicktoons that I loved as a child (I recall Doug and Rugrats… don’t think there was anything else). The thought had crossed my mind to borrow my friend’s DVDs of the specials I was looking for, but the vintage commercials on the tape had as much to do with the memories/feelings as the program itself. Needless to say, I don’t think I ever really got that feeling back.
All things change, sometimes for the better, sometimes not. I’m still undecided on which this is.
I no longer have the same feeling I had as a child, but Christmas has a new feeling, now. Again, it’s hard to describe (can you ever really describe a feeling exactly?). It now has to do with all that comes along with Christmas in this time. Working until dark, the cold and the snow (still in Ohio, still have the cold, and occassionally some snow), coming home and playing video games with just the light from the television and Christmas lights.
The world always changes, and there’s not a damn thing you can do about it. But it’s not so bad. A quote from Escape from L.A. comes to mind:
“The more things change, the more they stay the same.”
