Wednesday Words–coming of age

Welcome the future! We didn’t implode. No, instead we have become the great explorers we’ve always wanted to be.

The world you live in is filled with interplanetary travel.

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You’re traveling to all eight of Neptune’s moons, but you don’t want to go. Your mother insists–you have no choice. In between sulking and the all you can eat buffet–you meet ‘the one.’

S/he is everything you’ve ever wanted in a companion. What happens next?

[I’m assuming the love interest is a stow-away! Can their love last?]

The courtyard and the man.

 

I dreamt of an estate in Italy, at least that’s where my gut tells me it was. I’ve never been to Italy, but somehow I’m certain of the location. In the estate was a courtyard, and I saw me in it, wearing a violet and tangerine dress. Yes, this sounds like a terrible combination of colors, but I can assure you, it was a beautiful dress. Delicate and rich, like nothing I’ve ever own.

In the dream I loved the courtyard. There were raised gardens around the edges, and everything was made of old red bricks and gray stones. That place made me happy, but I wasn’t there anymore. I knew it wasn’t really me.

When I saw it, in my travels, I knew it was once mine. Just like I knew when I saw him, he was once mine, too. And he was perfect, and beautiful, and he made me happy.

But now he wasn’t there, and the courtyard was worn. Another woman owned it, and she didn’t like me being there. She didn’t like me remembering him. She wanted me to leave, but I couldn’t. Not without proof. Not without something tangible that showed I wasn’t insane.

When I found it, a book–leather bound, and falling apart, I knew my proof was on those brittle pages. As I reached for it–he was beside me. He reached with me, helping me pull it from the pigeon gray splintered shelf. The dry leather barely held the biding in place, and the pages were askew. One hand rested on my hip, his other on my arm.

And when he kissed me, I cried–because I knew it would never happen again. He left after that and I asked another man for help to find ‘him.’ We took a boat on the Mediterranean, but he was gone, and I was alone.

I’m not even sure why I’m sharing this, but I was online and I found an image of the courtyard. As I stared at it, all I could think, was, “Who was he?”

I guess I’ll never know.

(ps-I would have posted the photo but it wouldn’t let me)

xxoo-A

Friday in Review–Alias

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Many years ago a friend gave me the complete omnibus of Alias for Christmas. Written by Brian Michael Bendis and artist Michael Gaydos, ALIAS tells the story of on-time costumed superhero, turned P.I. Jessica Jones.

Maybe you’re unfamiliar with this story, so here is a description of the series, via Goodreads (and amazon if you’re checking):

“Once upon a time, Jessica Jones was a costumed super-hero, just not a very good one. Her powers were unremarkable compared to the amazing abilities of the costumed icons that populate the Marvel Universe. In a city of Marvels, Jessica Jones never found her niche.

Now a chain-smoking, self-destructive alcoholic with a mean inferiority complex, Jones is the owner and sole employee of Alias Investigations – a small, private-investigative firm specializing in super-human cases. In her inaugural arc, Jessica’s life immediately becomes expendable when she uncovers the potentially explosive secret of one hero’s true identity. But her wit, charm and intelligence just may help her survive through another day.”

Like I said, I’ve had this book on my shelf since (maybe) 2006. It’s a large book. (It’s also a very heavy one.) I never intended to ignore it–but book are a ‘go to’ gift when it comes to me. So I have many, and some get overlooked. But then…Jessica Jones landed on Netflix.

Now, admittedly, I am one of the few who didn’t much care for the series. Being a huge fan of Marvel’s Daredevil series, also on Netflix, on top of a giant David Tennant fan–I counted down the days for that show.

But I never finished.

So, I’m reading the book, or, better put: I’m reading the omnibus graphic novel the TV series was (loosely) based on.

My review is this title is as follows: if you liked the Netflix series or didn’t, you should still pick up ALIAS. Jessica Jones is funny, intelligent, sardonic, and caring. The character is SO much better in the novel. She whines a lot less, plus she kicks ass–AND–has super friends. It’s a great story to look at another side of the whole ‘super hero’ world we’ve become inundated with in recent years. It also doesn’t hurt that Bendis is a hell of a writer and Gaydos is a hell of an artist.

And once you finish this series, you can run over to your local comic shop and pick up the new Jessica Jones series (also by Bendis and Gaydos) that was released last month.

Happy Reading! xxoo-Aryn

Writing {Prompt} ~mission to mars~

Happy Wednesday, ladies and gents!!

Here’s a little bit about me. If you don’t know me, I have a child. Said child is currently 8 years old and his subject of choice is science. ANYTHING science. So, this weeks prompt comes from me reading (watching) and experiencing science. So the ‘prompt’ is a video (just over 6 minutes) about a 15 year old girl who wants to go to Mars.

What would it be like to spend your childhood preparing to leave Earth knowing if you go, you may never return?

Writing Class

 

Once a year I like to take a refresher course on writing. I think pausing to reflect is always a good thing, and a great way to check in with yourself. Plus, hey! You may learn something new as well, and when is that a bad thing? When I can’t afford to take a refresher course, I go to the old library and take out writing books–like, The War of Art by Steve Pressfield or On Writing, by Stephen King) but recently I discovered a site called “FutureLearn.com” that boasts a large collection of free courses. (You can purchase a certificate at the end of the course if you so choose, I choose not to do this.)

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I’m half way through their Fiction Writing course (which is just okay) but now I’m surfing the upcoming (and current) catalog can’t decide what to take next? Should I take the Intro to Forensics? Should I take the World War I in 100 stories course? Then there’s the anthropology of social media, and on about the revolution in Ireland at the beginning of the last century?

CAN I HAVE MORE HOURS IN THE DAY TO TAKE ALL THE COURSES (yet still  have time to finish my current WIP, continue querying my last MS, and still function in every day life?)

Life is unfair… but no one ever said that it was, so I guess I’ll put on my big girl pants and enroll in the forensics course. Why? Because it could come in handy in my current WIP or course!

Do you take any courses to help improve your writing?

Happy writing! xxoo-Aryn

Writing prompt–start & drop–

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Happy Wednesday! This weeks writing prompt is a little bit more of a trick to help you get you to start writing. Well, all prompts are there for that purpose, but this is a fun trick I learned! So, I’m passing it on.

I REMEMBER…

Write two sentences, but start the first one with, “I REMEMBER…”

“I remember the drab avocado green couch felt like an over sized cinder block wrapped in nylon wool. No matter how you chose to sit upon it, you would somehow bruise your tail bone.”

Once you’ve finished your two lines, go back and delete, “I REMEMBER” then read what you have left.

“The drab avocado green couch felt like an over sized cinder block wrapped in nylon wool. No matter how you chose to sit upon it, you would somehow bruise your tail bone.”

Now you try. Happy writing! xxoo-A

The art of listening–audio books

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I recently entered the world of Audio Books. I got the idea from my writing partner–Michelle Bond. And if I’m going to be honest, I live in a city where audio books should reign supreme. They (study makers) say that people in LA spend, roughly, ninety hours a year stuck in their car.

What is a better way to use that time then to listen to an audio book? I like to call them “bonus books.” I like to find ways to sneak books into my life. I have my “night time” book–and then I have the books I read for research when I’m writing–now I have my traffic books.”

Most of these books I finish, but I’m finding my newly added “traffic books” don’t seem to get the attention they deserve.

I’m only two books into this experience. (Three if you count the time I tried to listen to Divergent, but we won’t count that because I only made it two lines in before I called it quits.)

Why did I call it quits? Two reasons.

#1–Book 1. I came out of the gate with “Gone, Baby. Gone.” Written by Dennis Lehane, who has a magnificent way of weaving words around you like a spider wrapping a fly–the book is narrated by Jonathan Davis, who also did a fantastic job at transporting me into the world of this story.

Why did I stop? The subject of this book is a hard one for anyone to read. As a mother and a woman, it was even harder. I found myself yelling at the stereo, and then I realized anytime I listened to Gone, baby. Gone. I would be depressed for the next hour or so.

My son has never had so many hugs as when I was listening to this book.

So I chose to stop because my heart couldn’t handle the content. That said, the characters in this book are incredible. If you’re a writer looking to get into the mystery market–read some Dennis Lehane. He’s very, very good at what he does.

 

#2–Book 2. Proven Guilty by Jim Butcher. Now, I haven’t officially given up on this book. I have four days left on the copy I downloaded from the library–but there’s a chance I’m going to let it expire and put a hold on the paper back.

Initially excited, the book is narrated by James Marster (whom you may remember as Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer TV show), but then it became an issue… Every last word goes up at the end. Every. Last. Word. At first I shrugged it off as a character trait–which it may be. Proven Guilty is book 8 of a series, and was the only one available when I went looking at Jim Butcher books–but the longer I’m listening the harder it’s become to deal with it. At times it makes the MC feel insincere. But this is my number one grievance for audio books. If the narrator doesn’t pull it off–then the listener will turn it off.

 

That’s what happened with Divergent. I don’t have a clue who the narrator was/is. I’m not going to go look it up, but all I remember is how she delivered the first two lines, and I turned it off.

 

At this point I plan to keep trying. There have to be some books that are waiting for me to hear their sweet words, but if you have any tips on how to pick things out–I would love to hear them! I really don’t want to lose my bonus books… the make my day brighter. Mostly.

Happy reading! –Aryn–xxoo

Halloween Writing Prompt!

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This weeks prompt:

Write about the terror that has no name.

In 1966 Truman Capote published, IN COLD BLOOD, not the first true-crime novel–but by far one of the most influential ever written.

When I think, “Write about the terror that has no name,” my first reactions go to this book. While there is a lot of ‘scary’ in the world–nothing is more scary to me than the idea of someone I don’t know killing me.

The scenario plays out in my head, usually on nights when I’m alone. And I have escape plans–none of them that great. But I’ll try–I hope. I pray I’ll try.

What do you think the ‘terror that has no name’ is? Please tell! (So I can be even more afraid of the night.)

Happy writing! xxoo-A

The Laugh

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There is a man in my building, I’ll call him Mike. That is not his name, but it will do for this story. He is a short man, round in size. Actually, he’s shaped more like an egg than a basketball–but that’s not what sets him apart from the rest of those living in my urban paradise.

His hair is black, naturally straight as a spade–but he perms it. It’s his ‘thing.’ Once again–not that defining factor (even thought it probably should be.)

What sets Mike apart from the rest of my block is his laugh. He has the laugh of a 1970’s villain’s sidekick. You know the character. He’s the guy who accidentally takes a rake to the chest because he wasn’t paying attention and stepped on the handle as he ran away from the hero of the story. When I hear the piercing sound of his punctuated howl, I nearly always pause for Luther to say, “Warriors, come out to play-i-ay!” even though I’m not in the subway and no where close to New York City.

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Once, a long time ago when I first moved into my apartment, Mike wanted to be my friend. He would joke with me, and I would smile and look interested–rarely did I know what he was talking about. He’s about eleven shy of a dozen… I would like to make it clear, this wasn’t some sort of hiccup due to language barrier, Mike is just an odd man. Plus, my poker face stinks.

Now, Mike doesn’t acknowledge me at all. Not even a nod or a simple hello. It was after this courtyard dismissal I became privy to the laugh (that is normally mixed with techno and tighty whities.) He’s in a class all his own, and with our non-existent relationship–I have no way to record this chuckle. None that are legal anyway.

Alas, dear friends. What am I do do? As a writer I NEED to record it! I need to post the track on here!! I need to add it to my current WIP, or at least something I write in my life.

All of Mike needs to be in a book. All five-foot-five-inches of him, with his ovoid shaped frame, and even he jet black spiral perm. I see him perched on the edge of his antique folding tattered lawn chair, seated behind his Audi (it’s a mystery how he upgraded from a white battered gremlin to this luxury hatchback–but that’s a whole other post), with the car’s stereo speaker blaring, as he listens to his earbuds.

Mike is a character that belongs in a book–and not cackling under my bedroom window for many reasons. Most of which would keep me sane. The only reason I don’t slam my music and turn on my own music is that laugh you may never hear…

[This is how I find characters for my stories. Some fit in perfect, others I dissect and keep the part I’ve grown to love (or loath). Mike is a very real person. Almost too real. My theory as to why he’s in my life is it keeps me from being to serious all the time. Life is too short not to find a hyena laugh hilarious.]

 

Wednesday Words–Angels & Demons

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I picked this prompt because I feel like it forces your hand. You these this sentence and automatically think, ‘fallen angel who runs amuck messing up, royally.’

But what if that’s not it at all. What if it’s a backhanded comment? Like:

“Did you hear about Kara?”

“I did. What a shame…”

“Yeah, I guess you never expect an angel to set the world on fire.”

–or–

Maybe it’s a ‘thing’ a character says.

“You really screwed up this time, Mary.”

“Maybe I have, but you know what they say–no one expects and angel to set the world on fire!”


Words. Words. Words. Love ’em or hate ’em–but they affect all of us. Even the none writing people in our lives (or in this world.)

I like the latter of the two. I like the ‘catch phrase,’ for lack of a better term.

“Life’s too short, man. And you know what they say…”

Happy writing! xxoo-A