Friday, January 29, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Chapter Thirteen: The Ice Cave
My heart broke then, watching her pace back and forth across the icy, pebble-strewn floor of the cave. She shouldn't be confined here--forced to live out a solitary, shamed existence among the barren and blasted landscape of the frozen Himilayas. That she thought no one would ever love her, that she doubted even I loved her, was so wrong it'd be laughable if it weren't so heartbreaking.
I stood, putting my hand on her furry knee--the highest spot I could reach on her gargantuan, indescribably beautiful body--to calm her. "Listen, me heart." I choked back tears, gazing up (and up and up and up) into her eyes, chocolate brown pieces of her sweet, tender soul, eyes that held me captivated since the first time I saw them. How had I ever lived without those eyes? "Come away with me. Ye doona have to live here, alone. I love ye! I always will. I doona care if yer a Yeti and I'm a leprechaun. Why can't our cultures and myths mix? Please, come away with me, love!"
Her beautiful eyes filled with tears, and my breath caught in my chest. She shook her head, silky white fur waving from side to side. I longed to run my fingers through it, get lost in the luxurious lengths of her snowy down. She knelt down so we were closer to eye level.
"No! No, don't ye ever say that again! I love ye more than any pot o' gold in the whole world! I've already given up me rainbow for ye, and I'd sacrifice every rainbow on this whole forsaken planet if it meant just one minute--just one minute more with ye!"
We both let out a sob as she reached down with her fantastically muscled arms and crushed me to her in a hug. I nestled into her fur, wanting to be closer, closer, always closer to her, breathing in her sweet, icy musk. Except it was kinda hard to breathe. Okay, really hard to breathe.
Coming Next: Mouth to Mouth Resuscitation
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Episode One: Crisis Intervention, or, Why You Need Writer Friends.
Script and Film Editing: Natalie Whipple
Excessive Eyebrow Acrobatics: Kiersten White
Yes, you never, ever want to be one of my critique partners. I am SCARY.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Across the vast and glorious interwebs, aspiring writers can find all sorts of information and advice on what to write. We can track trends, see what's selling, read opinions on what will never, ever sell, what has sold too much, what the next big thing it, so on and so forth. And while this information is interesting (take Alexandra Bracken's [a debut novelist who also works in publishing] intriguing recent post on trends she's seen), I'm not sure how much you should worry about it.
And if you were to tell me that you wanted to write a book set in WW2 Germany, focused on Germans, with Death as the narrator who tells us from the very beginning what's going to happen?
HA! That'll never work.
And don't even think about trying to write a book with vampires, faeries, or werewolves. The market is saturated and there's not room for anything else.
So yes. Clearly there are FOOL PROOF formulas for success out there.
Oh, who are we kidding? No one really knows what the next trend is going to be, or what trend is dead or too saturated. So here is my advice, for what it's worth: write the book you want to write. Write it how you want to write it. Don't chase trends or try to make your book "the next [fill in the blank wildly popular novel here]." There is no single idea out there that is a guaranteed sell. I've talked about this before, but I firmly believe what will sell is a) your work and b) your voice.
If you're trying to force a novel that fits into a hot trend (and by the way, I hear that forbidden romances between leprechauns and yetis are the next big thing, but you didn't hear it here), it probably won't have that special something that a story you come up with on your own and are passionate about will.
So here's to being original, regardless of whether original means a new way of looking at a popular subject or coming up with an entirely new type of novel. Trends have to start somewhere, right?
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a hot, hot yeti-leprechaun kissing scene to write. "Just bend down a wee bit! I can't reach yer great fuzzy lips!" "Rrrrnnnrrrrowwwlll." "Yes, love, ye have me heart, too!"