A multifaceted, multi-genre mini-autobiography.The challenging part is that these have to be short, matching the theme, and recognisably autobiographical. Feel free to tag a friend.
My Life: As a Tragedy
My Coffee is always cold and the chocolate has usually melted.
My Life: As a Sci-Fi
I now store my memory in the cloud. My meat-brain is only for analysis.
My Life: As a Romance
I met ‘the one’. Never looked back, or around, since then.
My Life: As an Urban Fantasy
There are creatures in the walls. As long as I leave them alone, they ignore me.
My Life: As an Epic Fantasy
I have lived. I have conquered. I wait now, on my mountain, for death.
My Life: Literary Fiction
In Korea I learnt English, in Knosis I felt awe. All across the world, the people I see have more in common than they do in differences.
My Life: Non-Fiction
How to write in snatches at your day job, without being fired.
You don’t get better at writing by avoiding reading and writing until you are better at writing.
You don’t need to be master wordsmith each day. A single scene or a nice turn of phrase means you are now that much better at writing in general.
It’s also okay if what you wrote turns out to be drivel. You learn by working out what NOT to do, as well as by working out what TO do.
You will be the only person who knows if your work didn’t turn out how you intended. Only you see the things that are in your head but never made it to the page. No one else will know unless you tell them.
Don’t compare yourself to others. You only get to see their best stuff, while you see ALL of you work. Good or bad. So don’t compare a garbled first draft, written in the wee hours of the morning, with a published work.
Just keep writing. You only fail if you stop.
Something broke. That’s about the only way to describe it. About thirty years ago some underlying logic in our reality simply failed. Maybe we broke physics with the latest in bigger and brighter colliders, maybe god just died of loneliness. Whatever the reason, the immutable rules of cause and effect, the division between what the real and the imaginary, all seemed to begin to fail.
The dead don’t always stay dead anymore, you have to convince them. As for children, well let’s just say that there is nothing more terrifying than a child with an overactive imagination.
So just a few short lines before I’m lost to the void.
First, have a look at http://dailysciencefiction.com/hither-and-yon/slipstream/michelle-muenzler/an-act-of-consumption-in-two-parts Michelle Muenzler’s little abomination is an absolute joy to read.
After that little pallet cleanser, I thought I’d just let you know that I’m going to be a little more conservative in the posting for a while. I’ve finally finished mapping my way through the next two books, so have to get down and actually flesh them out. When I surface again there should be a trilogy (at least) ready for release.
It’s going to be fun swimming around in the murk of the unseen world for a while. Down with the undead hosts of parasitic gods, fratricidal half-fey, and lurking puppet masters who may (or may not) be trying to usher in Ragnarok.
So with luck, I’ll return from Dante’s Cafe no less sane than when I left, but a whole lot emptier. Just have to pour the stories out of me and glue them to the page with the written word. Wish me luck!