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The Long Pause.

The blog has been silent. And I’m going to avoid a lengthly explanation why, except that depression is a soul sucking, oppressive bitch. And depression lies – never forget that.

But this post is about happy things, and I’m excited to share. I’m writing again, and I’ve decided to publish my work on Widbook, a great site where users can publish, collaborate and read books – for free. A few weeks ago I received an email from Widbook, informing me that one of my stories had been chosen as the book of the week. I was thrilled, but the rest of the email totally made me lose it. They asked for an interview. Holy. Crap.

Widbook Homepage

It freaked me out. My first interview; validation that people I haven’t met actually enjoy my stories. I said yes, and prayed that my answers to their questions weren’t too lame. See for yourself.

So far I have uploaded three stories to the site. Feel free to check them out, but I believe you’ll need to sign up first. I hope you like them!

WishingWaitingWorld of Grey

Fortune Cookie Fiction.

Last night was my first creative writing class, and I loved it. It’s a community course – no grades, no credits, just learning and creating. The instructor is a former editor who brought lots of positive energy and encouragement to the class. I’m looking forward to next week.

We completed an in-class writing assignment last night as well. It was a neat activity. I believe he called it Fortune Cookie Fiction. Each person in the class wrote a couple of fortunes. Then we were each given someone else’s fortunes and told to write; fiction, stream of consciousness, whatever came to mind. We had ten minutes. The final result is a bit rough, but I want to share it anyway. I think I’ll be sharing my writing throughout the course!

Fortunes:

You are not what you appear to be.

Who would you find at the end of the rainbow?

 

George had been hiding in plain sight. Voice, personality, clothing, all a carefully applied veneer of the utmost shade of normal. He took silent pride in his ability to blend in, to disappear among the masses. To do otherwise would damn him.

Colour was forbidden, to even speak of it was taboo. Only monochromatic shades of grey had been accepted, regulated – given the stamp of Council approval. George hated it. Grey walls, grey sweaters, grey hats. For a month last year George had been convinced he was going blind, unable to discern where one person ended and another began. In a fit of panic he had crushed his fists against his eyes until sparks flew, then closed his lids to enjoy the brief show.

But there had been colour once. A time when chaos reined and love ran free. A time of rainbows. But the Council had even regulated that away, declaring that to see one was to betray the People.

So George dreamed – of rainbows, wide splashes of paint against plastered walls, the rosy red of the common apple. He explored colour in the only safe place left – the multi-hued reaches of his own mind. He needed to keep the colour alive. For her.

At the edge of the Known, beyond the Council, beyond the People – she was waiting. She had promised, a solemn vow whispered in the dark.

“Come for me. Find me. At the end of the rainbow.”

 

So yeah, a bit rough, but I’m pretty happy with what I came up with in ten minutes. I can’t wait for next week!

Up, Up and Away!

It’s been awhile! My new years resolutions are holding up – I’m exercising, writing and I’m more than halfway through my 50 book pledge. I really should just up my goal to 100 books!

Anyway – onwards! Time for a quickie book review.

Superman: The High-Flying History of America’s Most Enduring Hero¬†by Larry Tye, is an engaging, entertaining and surprisingly thorough read.

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Tye covers it all – from Superman’s creation, right up to Snyder’s new film. But the evolution of the iconic superhero is secondary to the story of Siegel and Shuster, the Boy Scout’s creators.

Simply put, they had it rough. From struggling to launch their comic strip, to the fight to maintain control as Superman grew beyond their reach, it’s hard not to feel like they’d been given the short end of the stick. And yet, I can’t help but wonder if Superman would have become a cultural¬†phenomenon if they had maintained control. Perhaps a cruel question, but a valid one.

(To be honest, the idea of losing control of my life’s work actually makes me feel physically ill. I can’t even imagine what they had gone through.)

So check it out. I found it in hardcover at my local comic book store, but I’m betting it’s available in most book stores.

http://www.larrytye.com/

 

 

It’s that time again…

Happy New Year!

I’m sitting here, feeling like the flu is kicking my ass, but trying to be positive. I want to start 2013 in a good place.

I’ve been thinking about resolutions lately, but more than the usual diet promises that people throw around at this time of year. I want to improve my body and mind of course, but I also want to keep pursuing my dreams. So I have a (short) list:

1. Exercise as much as possible. I used to exercise daily, and I can’t believe how great it made me feel. Besides the obvious weight-related benefits, it really affected my mood and outlook. And after skipping it for a few months, I’ve realized just how vital it is to my mental health. So more exercise it is!

2. Take the 50 Book Pledge. It’s simple – read 50 books in a year. It’s a chance to finally make a dent in my unread ebook pile, and I’ve really missed reading lately. I haven’t had the time!

3. Keep writing! I’m currently editing one novella and writing another. I want to polish and epublish the first, and complete the first draft of the second. Writing has always been my dream, and it really bothers me that my progress has slowed.

That’s it, I guess. A short list, but I’m excited about it. Time to get started!

Lions and tigers and bears.

Merry Christmas everyone – I hope your holidays have been filled with laughter and joy. Mine definitely have been, although my messed up brain hasn’t been dealing with it very well. The last four or five days have been filled with people and noise, and today I feel like one exposed nerve. I’ve gotten better the last few years, but this week I hit my limit. (I hate how that makes me sound. I love my family and am grateful for the time spent with them – but anxiety doesn’t care about what I want.)

I spent the day hiding out, watching a couple of my favourite movies. It’s how I deal – the familiarity helps me keep my cool. I can easily rewatch the same film a hundred times. Like The Wizard of Oz. It’s one of my Christmas go-to movies, and I can quote the whole thing. I love the book too (it’s different – go read it!).

So, having the opportunity to see the Andrew Lloyd Webber production? Epic awesomeness. My ticket was a Christmas present from mom and dad, and the show was today. I fought a panic attack on the way there, because no way was I missing it. Once in the building, I headed straight to my seat and finally relaxed when the lights dimmed and the familiar music started.

It was incredible. This was Dorothy’s professional debut, and she was perfect. The sets were impressive and the music was beautiful. Toto was being shy, which made for some cute moments. I loved it, and I’m so glad I went. And then on the way home I (quietly) lost my shit in the back seat. Social anxiety sucks. Panic attacks suck.

Tomorrow’s another day.

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