Friday, January 1, 2010

New Issues for a New Year: RGR and HFQ, and Writing Advice

The boys are back in town: Heroic Fantasy Quarterly starts 2010 with its third issue, and the editorial team expands by one. I haven't had a chance to read the stories yet, but will deliver a review as soon as I do. The past issues are excellent, so I expect this one will be no different.

And Ray Gun Revival delivers its 55th edition, the final in the current .PDF format, which I like well enough, but there are big things promised for the new version of the magazine. RGR is an homage to the pulpy goodness of old-fashioned science fiction, and offers a variety of story styles. Check out the review columns, too, and the artwork -- good stuff.

As with the last few reports of my progress on Thieves' Honor, the serial I write for RGR, Episode 11 remains unfinished. It has gone through a couple incarnations, and is facing a third. The dilemma lies in the need to balance dialogue with action -- there's too much of one, and not enough of the other. However, for the sake of clarity and characterization, a certain amount of dialogue is required.

Then again, maybe I'm just stressing over small stuff.

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On her blog, friend Jade has posted a couple entries of interest to writers and movie buffs -- "Why reading 'bad movie' reviews is good for the writer" and "Amadeus and editing".

Over at The Writer's Handbook Blog, Philip Martin offers great advice to writers about composing blog posts (advice I can certainly use).

Another friend, writer and editor David Farney, in a recent post on his "Storm of the North" blog, pays tribute to author Robert E. Howard and soldier Robert L. Howard, and shows the durability of ancient heroic poetry.

Speaking of heroic poetry, HFQ could use some poetry submissions that fit the heroic fantasy theme of the magazine. It ain't easy to write, but if you're up for the challenge, check out the submission guidelines and give it a go.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

The Hobbit as Life Coach, and a Return to Dracula

I was six years old when I discovered the world of fantasy fiction, and it came in two flavors: horror, in the form of a televised version of Dracula (based on certain costumes and sets, I think it was this one), and adventure, in the form of the animated television movie The Hobbit.

Someone gave me a record, which came with a read-along version of the story illustrated with stills from the film, so I would sit by the record player -- sometimes for hours, playing it over and over again -- and relive the adventures of Bilbo and friends until the music was stuck in my head, particularly the ballad / theme song:

The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.

Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.

The chances, the changes are all yours to make.

The mold of your life is in your hands to break.


The greatest adventure is there if you're bold.

Let go of the moment that life makes you hold.

To measure the meaning can make you delay;

It's time you stop thinkin' and wasting the day.


The man who's a dreamer and never takes leave

Who thinks of a world that is just make-believe

Will never know passion, will never know pain.

Who sits by the window will one day see rain.


The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.

Today and tomorrow are yet to be said.

The chances, the changes are all yours to make.

The mold of your life is in your hands to break.


The greatest adventure is what lies ahead.

lyrics by Jules Bass



Spending time with my brother's family this week, I thought about how much time has passed, and how the eldest niece's creativity and interests in reading, storytelling, and art has grown. She, too, was six when she encountered The Hobbit. (Good thing I had the book, because she read it after watching the film. She's eleven now, almost twelve, and I don't think I've given her a book she hasn't devoured.)

After another incident of poor behavior this afternoon, she and I and my sister-in-law had a lengthy discussion about how her choices have consequences. She chooses how to respond, how to speak to people, how many friends she will have. She chooses. The mold of her life is in her hands to break.

The Hobbit as life coach. Who knew?

But, no, I will not be introducing any horror into her literary or viewing diet. She can choose to do that when she's, oh, thirty-five, and no longer afraid of the dark. She had nightmares after watching The Mummy ("I didn't sleep for a week!"), but The Lord of the Rings (FOTR, TT, ROTK) seems to be okay. After all, what're a few nasty orcs and some Ringwraiths?

Speaking of horror, due to the proliferation of teenybopper vampire tales in print and on film -- anybody else nauseated by the current cute-and-lovable-vampire cult? -- I purchased an annotated copy of Bram Stoker's Dracula, and a slim volume of the short story / novella by Polidori, The Vampyre. If there must be blood-drinking in fiction, I need not be in pain when I read it.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Avatar

Yep, I was right. But I wish I wasn't.

I wanted to see Avatar at first, but the trailers told me I'd be in for a sermon. Well, according to an article on Yahoo! Movies, the film is full of political messages. I'm already full up on all the political and social agendas in movies and television shows. Why stand in line and pay for another helping?

Why does a story have to be mucked up and turned into a megaphone?

Edit: After reading all the sickeningly glowing reviews at IMDB, I started in on the "Hated It" reviews. Even more reason not to plunk down perfectly good, hard-earned cash.

Sunday, December 20, 2009

In Christmas Past

This may become a traditional Christmas post for me, this being the second year the following poem has appeared on the blog. It's a compact memoir of all my childhood Christmases, and a wish for a constant remembrance of what makes tough times good.

In Christmas past, I used to wait
wide-eyed in the dark,
willing daylight to arrive--
or the first chimes of midnight--
but always, always, I fell asleep,
and did not hear the whispered consult
or see the huddled adults
conjure piles of wrapped treasure
beneath a tinseled tree.

Then came the years the gifts were few--
maybe only one--
but popcorn, cocoa, carols,
reading in the Book of Luke,
warmed the coldest winter holiday,
reminding us by frail candlelight
that even the brightest star
blooms suspended in chill space,
unseen without the dark.

c. 2007, Keanan Brand

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Quite Relieved, Actually

It's true.

I'm glad Dragon's Rook did not proceed to the fourth and final round of the Marcher Lord Press Select contest. (Click here, here, or here for previous posts on the topic.)

Some of the comments were encouraging -- at least a few people in the voting pool actually liked fantasy -- but some had little to do with the actual story and more to do with the voters' own presuppositions. Rather disconcerting.

I believe in my book. I wouldn't have spent so long writing and rewriting if I didn't. It's hefty, weighing in around 140,000 words, but I've written many times that number over the course of fifteen years. I would hope not to waste all those words on folks who can't open their minds to the possibility of a good story that is a fantasy with (shock, gasp) swords and dragons. Not just any dragons, not just any swords, and not just a repeat of all those fantasy tropes that seem the mockery of literary snobs.

So, there you have it. I regret entering into the contest, and do not expect it to move past the MLP submissions readers. I'm glad I found out now how the wind blows, before wasting many more months hoping for a positive response from the publisher. Frees me up to move on to other things.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

What's the Real Message? Questions and a Rant

Anybody else notice the product placement, or the political or social agendas in TV shows?

For instance, the Ford vehicles in Fringe, and the way the cell phone feature was highlighted in a recent episode: It was about as subtle as a car commercial, but at least the feature play a small role in the storyline (Agent Dunham calling the neighbors to check on her niece).

What about the "green" solutions or products i.e. an organic insulation for buildings, part of the evidence in a recent case on CSI: NY? Cool stuff, sure, but it has the delicacy of a "Go Green" commercial.

Or the homosexual / lesbian character and/or storyline in almost every show? This has been going on for several years, but now it seems to be more and more prevalent. Now, it's not the token black guy on the show (as during past decades), but the token homosexual. Not only a backhand to people of that persuasion, but also an in-your-face to the viewers who just want to enjoy a good story without a particular social agenda being shoved at them.

In other words, who's the preacher, and what's the sermon?

And what's with all the casual sex -- people hopping into bed with people they don't really know, almost an "I'm a guy, you're a girl, let's have sex" kind of attitude? And they're doing so without many consequences (pregnancy, disease, etcetera). Definitely not the real world.

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By the way, I know the difference between soap opera and space opera, and I don't want all that soap in my space. I'm talking Stargate Universe, not personal hygiene.

Speaking of SGU, here's the "SF show checklist" that Lieutenant Bubba mentioned in a recent phone call:

Aliens inhabiting bodies. Check.

Aliens inhabiting ship. Check.

Characters switching bodies but retaining their own consciousness. Check.

Time loop/warp/anomaly. Check.

(Faster than) speed of light travel. Check.

Teleportation or some other kind of Star Trek movement of matter from one place to another. Check.

While that last one is central to the whole Stargate story, the one about sharing bodies is from an earlier SG storyline. However, in this new incarnation of SG, the stones are casually used, overused, and abused, compared to their previous treatment, in which uncertain and ugly consequences could arise from their use.

Conversation for another time: When it comes to time travel (no pun intended), thermal dynamics is the wrench in the works. All other elements of theory--mathematics, physics, and so on--can be reversed, but not that booger, that same thing that tweaks the tail of evolutionary theory, as well (but that, too, is a topic for another time).

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And the new global and politically correct religion of "global warming" is bogus. I've been trying to tell people that for a few years now, but have made no converts, only spoken to others who have done their research and remember their basic high school science well enough to know our government and certain "scientists" are trying to feed them a steaming helping of horse dollops.

I encourage everyone to compare facts about climate truth v. climate panic i.e. "global warming". Anybody else remember the cooling hysteria from two or three decades ago, when we were being told that the earth was going to experience another catastrophic ice age? Not until Western Civ back in college did I learn the truth about global climate changes, which are like the seasons of the year -- sometimes cooler, sometimes warmer -- and events in history can be traced to such changes (diseases, currents, population growth or decrease, crop success or decline, and so on). Mankind has little actual impact, and can do nothing to stop the cycle.

So all this current stuff? Truth to tell, we're actually going through another cooling period. But hold on to your global warming stats. In another decade or so, they'll probably be back in style.

This is a brief rant. Feel free to weigh in.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Of Possible Interest to Fellow Writers

"What's in a Name?" at A Word's Worth, discussing the meaning of names

"Coping with rejection" at Jade's Journal, about the aftermath of a non-accepted story

"Avoiding the Predictable" over at A Christian Worldview of Fiction, about how the amount of interesting material in a story really depends on the writer, not necessarily the subject matter

"The Magic in Fantasy that Pervades Everything" and "The Nature of Magic, in Le Guin and Tolkien", pretty self-explanatory titles for two recent articles over at Creeping Past Dragons

"Fiddlers Five (or Three)" about how even the best writers can produce less than stellar work, to be found at Do You Write Under Your Own Name?