If the character cannot powerfully transition into the final act of life, the risk is that of sliding into the Crone’s shadow archetypes.
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I started my PhD in January, so I’ve been even more absent than usual. I apologize. I’m still working part-time for the university and full-time on my doctorate, which doesn’t leave much room for anything else. That said, I have excellent news: Arterial Bloom, edited by Mercedes Murdock Yardley, and Not All Monsters, edited by Sara Tantlinger, are both finalists for the Bram Stoker Award! I was, and am, so honored to be a part of both anthologies. Grab a copy of Arterial Bloom at Crystal Lake Publishing and Not All Monsters from Amazon.
Also available now: Dim Shores Presents Volume 2, featuring my novelette “The Soul of a New Machine.” Head over to Dim Shores for your copy–and if you get one of the first 150, yours will be printed on creme paper stock, be hand-numbered, and include an art print!
I’ve been super MIA from this blog during the pandemic, but not because I haven’t been busy!
This post from Once upon a Blog came at just the right time; I’m working a lot with fairy tale retellings again, and here we have some fun re-contextualizations of popular fairy tales for modern times. Click on the pic to read it!
I’m currently plotting/researching my fifth novel and my first in about four years, so it might as well be my debut. 😛 I happened to see this article in my email today and had to share!
You can doom your debut from the start with these 7 (tongue-in-cheek) strategies for flailing, and failing—or, you can do just the opposite.
While writers the world over struggle to craft truly original stories, theorists spend their time identifying ways in which they are actually all the same. Joseph Campbell famously reduced the number of stories to just one: The Hero’s Journey, as outlined in his influential 1949 work, The Hero with a Thousand Faces. In more recent […]
Inspiration for stories come from all kinds of places, and sometimes it takes me on some strange journeys. My chains of thought are often…interesting, and it was certainly the case with Project X.
It all started with a train journey to work. On the train, I was pondering a conversation two boys were having about computer hacking and wondered if there was a story in there somewhere. I didn’t think it would be up my street, so I put it on the back burner.
Once off the train, I had to walk through town to get to the office. I was wandering along, window shopping, when I came across a mannequin in a shop window. I don’t often get excited by mannequins, but this one got me. It caught my attention because it was so lifelike. There were three mannequins altogether, two girls and a boy. It was the boy that gripped me.
The mannequin was sitting with one knee up resting its chin on its hand. Behind him was a poster of a boy wearing the same clothes. Both the boy and the mannequin had such sad and distant expressions! I stood and looked at them both for a while, captivated. I can’t even say now what it was that hooked me so much. Whatever it was, it stayed with me as I walked on.
I wondered what might have happened to the boy to make him look so sad and distant. Just about then, I walked past a really old police station and the conversation about hacking came back. As often happens with me, a conversation started inside my head between a boy, who was in trouble for hacking an important computer, and his best friend.
Then the conversation changed to the hacker not being at the police station, but warning his friend that he’d found something on a computer and they were both in danger. By the time I got to work, I had a sketch in my head of two college guys. One was a computer expert and the other wasn’t. The non-hacker got a call from his friend to say he’d hacked into a computer at an institution he was working at and had found a terrible secret. He went on the run, and his friend had to get to him and sort the situation out.
At that point, I had no idea what had been found and no idea what could be done to resolve it.
The next day, I was sitting on the train and heard a group of youngsters talking about someone at their school who was a stuck-up, arrogant bastard. He thought he was something special just because his father was rich. Right there, Morgan Bentley was born.
When I got to work, I opened the computer and typed “Morgan Bentley was a bastard.” That was and is the first line of Project X.
At that point, I had no idea who Morgan Bentley was and how he fit into the picture. I started writing, exploring who Morgan Bentley was through the eyes of someone who hated him. I still had the hacker story in mind, but I didn’t know how Morgan fit into it because he wasn’t the sort of person who would be into hacking.
Morgan and his hater, Matthew, turned out to be law students, which was a bit of a surprise, and Morgan underwent a transformation.
When I was at law school, I was fascinated by a boy who was in a lot of my classes. He had long black hair and more of a rock than a goth vibe. He’d come from Cambridge University, which is one of the most prestigious universities in the country. There were all kinds of rumours as to who he was and how he’d ended up in Pontypridd. Unlike Morgan, he was rather anti-social. I never did get to know much about him.
So, Morgan became an enigmatic, hot, sexy goth guy–exactly my type, and Matthew, was a pretty “normal” college guy who is covering up the fact he’s jealous of–and in love with–Morgan. Neither of them was right for a hacker.
By then, Cory had appeared, and he was perfect. When he got the internship with Morgan’s father’s company, it was a perfect opportunity for hacking. But what could he find?
Cory’s loves were computers and biology, so it would have to be something that combined those. The true meaning of Project X was as much a surprise to me as I hope it will be to my readers.
Just in time for Halloween! I’m in this amazing anthology now available on Amazon for Kindle, with print and Audible coming soon. Get yours now, and part of your purchase will go to the Global Fund For Women! Click the graphic for more…
Enter the world of the Monstrous Feminine, where fourteen authors weave a dangerous web of tales for your personal delight and fright. You’ll meet an archaeologist who opens her mouth at the worst possible moment and you’ll discover the protector of all life who decides the fate of humans. Follow four girls into their town at the height of the witching hour and bump into a peculiar woman who rehabilitates misogynists. Beware of a ravenous grandma and pray for the handyman who trespasses into a creepy house. Turn the pages and you’ll unearth the reason a woman seeks comfort in a strange one-night stand, and you’ll stumble upon a doctor and the disastrous epidemic ravaging her city. And family–you can’t pick them or easily kill them, but never mess with a woman when the red moon rises. What happens when certain women are mistreated? Or when experimental drugs are used on women without their consent? When something wild comes knocking at your door and the ground is smothered with a blanket of snow, what will you do? Don’t go floating on the muddy river James to uncover the answers or you just might find you get carried far away!
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