I’ve allocated every minute of my reading over the past three weeks to The Wise Man’s Fear. I know its been three weeks because the library only allows you to borrow ebooks for 21 days before they’re returned, and today is the day its leaving my Kindle.
I don’t want to give any final judgment on the book, but as of today I have been very happy with it. Book one, The Name of the Wind, was Outstanding! This one is also very good, adding depth and back-story to many of the characters introduced in the first book while introducing several new, diverse characters. That character development, along with learning more about the rules of ‘magic,’ have easily been the best parts. The time Kvothe spends at the University had me staying up late, falling asleep with my Kindle on my chest.
My only struggle with it has been the question – where is this going? I had thought it would again follow the timeline of the University, with conflict and diversity intertwined. I’m now 600+ pages into it and there really isn’t any main conflict, although many of the small conflicts had me completely absorbed. The book has taken an interesting turn into political intrigue, which I have to admit has been a good twist, but beyond that I don’t know…
Since I’m someone who struggles to commit to a book for more than a couple of weeks, I’m going to add a chapter or two from Close to Shore in between longer stints with The Wise Man’s Fears. We’ll see which I finish first.
Have you ever driven on a foggy day, the world outside reduced to what you can see a few meters from your hood? That was me today.
It was almost as if the fog lay waiting. As I left the main highway, following the curve of the road, it bulged from behind a small smattering of trees, quickly enveloping me in its embrace. Fingers of mist danced around me, the trees sparkling in the morning haze. You could almost see them smile.
The weight of deadlines and appointments was still there, but it was almost as if the fog had a density great enough to block out everything except what was held within my small space. The twin beacons of fellow travelers passed slowly through my kingdom, paths crossing in separate worlds. I have no doubt that had I reached my hand out, I could have given the hazy grey morning a squeeze.
A calmness, pure serenity came with that mystical embrace. There’s comfort in silence so peaceful. It left me smiling – just me – happy and grateful for all the gifts I’ve been given.
I hope everyone has the chance to get lost in the fog sometimes.
I spent much of this week trying to think of a topic for the next post in this series. Then, as is typical, it hit me and was as clear as could be. After having picked up my second coffee of the day from a fast-food drive-thru, the light bulb went off.
Almost every work day I trust other people, from the moment I leave my house to the minute I lock my front door at night. What do I know about any of the people who make the food I buy; who share the road with me at 70+ miles an hour; who live their lives in the same world of semi-interaction? And even more relevant, would I want to know more?
There’s a comfort that comes from ignorance which seems universal. I’m a happier person because I’m able to let things go, trusting that those around me will act in a responsible fashion. I trust that those who make my coffee in the morning aren’t adding in a bit of cat urine. Those around me trust that I’m not going to test my crash-dummy skills on the highway.
Unfortunately, this trust is why some events are so quick to make the news. When someone breaks that trust it’s a temporary shock to the system. Think of the stunned silence that rolled across the country after Gabby Giffords‘ shooting. However, even when someone breaks the trust in as emphatic and tragic a manner as Giffords’ shooter, we still fall quickly back into the same trust we held before, with a slightly more cautious manner.
Just for a moment, think of all the things we trust others to handle. Don’t dwell too long though, paranoia is no one’s friend.
“There is no way to be completely happy without being oblivious to the world around you.” ~ Maredith Close
I finally completed my first attempt at flash fiction and submitted it to Flash Fiction Online. What an experience!
Initially the story, currently titled Uncommon Magic, was somewhere around 1065 words, which would have been acceptable as long as I would be willing to cut it down to 1000 or less if it was actually accepted. However, in the true spirit of flash fiction I wanted to trim it down for a couple of reasons.
One is that I’ve read so many books, blogs, etc. which all agreed writing short fiction is extremely difficult because every word has to count. Since this was the first story I’ve written in years, and since it was purely for myself, for a sense of fulfillment, I decided to give it everything I had.
And secondly, why would anyone submit something that wasn’t finished to the point that it could realistically stay in its current form if the long-shot, one-in-a-million chance, happened and it was picked to be published? I’m now at the point that I can’t imagine having to change anything else in it.
I now fully understand what I’ve read – that it truly is all about revision. It several hours total revising a three and a half page story. I can’t imagine the struggle involved in revising a 300 page novel. I found I was able to mold Uncommon Magic so that the main character had more personality and I could see the scene around him when I closed my eyes.
If it’s rejected, which I’ll be sure to pass along, I’ll try submitting it to a few other markets just to test the waters and if nothing else, I’ll be posting it here.
Total Words = 997 Total Time Invested = 8+ hours
Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. ~ Henry David Thoreau
Over the past couple of weeks I’ve been compiling a few websites related to writing that I found interesting. Normally, I found them through a typical Google search looking for author earnings info on short stories and ebooks. Basically I was procrastinating in my favorite way – Googling random things.
Without further ado, so I can get back to more aimless searching, here are the websites:
Tired after a long day’s work, I sought a quick distraction before shutting down. Emily Dickinson came to the rescue. Here is her short, yet powerful untitled poem 1350
Luck is not chance —
It’s Toil —
Fortune’s expensive smile
Is earned —
The Father of the Mine
Is that old-fashioned Coin
We spurned —
I find it extremely interesting that someone who lived in such extreme isolation can speak so perfectly of hard work and ambition. Thank you Emily. I will make my own fortune, my own luck.
This will be the first in a new series of posts related to taking a step back and reflecting on various aspects of life. A previous post, Introspection in America, actually was the informal first post.
On a day like today, Super Bowl Sunday, it’s easy to get swept up in the excitement and festivities. I’ve been the norm since I was young – Super Bowl parties, too much to drink, etc. The same can be said for the World Cup, March Madness, and regular season Colts games (with the exception of this year due to their poor play all around).
This morning was abnormally warm for Indiana so I spent some time outside watching my dog play in the back yard. He can spend hours by himself out there, chasing squirrels or shadows and flinging sticks around. This morning it occurred to me just how much entertainment he creates for himself and just how little most of us create for ourselves.
Our need for external entertainment is astounding, especially visual. Think about it. We have multi-million dollar athletes because they “entertain” us for a few months. We buy into the games like we’re the ones playing and if our team wins, what do we really get from the experience? Pride in our team? Really? We get to feel that we’re part of a crowd, all entertained by the same overpaid players. What will that team ever really do for us but take our money and our time?
The same can be said of movies and television. We’re entertained for a couple of hours, or if the story is especially moving it may stick with us for a while, but what of those actors in movies? Are they really worth the crazy amounts of money that they burn through everyday? From a marketing and business standpoint, absolutely. Because the better the actor, the more they fulfill our need to be entertained. From a realistic standpoint… Not likely. And even worse, what about those reality show debacles that have run rampant for the past 10 years?
And as Mark Zuckerberg takes his monstrosity public, he puts a monetary figure on one piece of the next juggernaut in external entertainment, all based on a figment of our collective imaginations. Much of the populace has the self-delusion that online friendships are the same, or even better, than those interpersonal relationships we have with those around us. I could write for days on this point.
Watching my dog in the backyard made me realize that we’ve lost touch with our grasp of what entertainment should really be or do. It should be something that makes us think; helps us create! It’s amazing how much visual entertainment differs from listening to the radio or reading. A good novel will absorb a reader in a way that no movie or television show can. You feel the characters’ successes or failures, sense the world their in, and ultimately use the writers’ words as the framework for creating that world in your mind.
Beginning next weekend, try something new. Opt for a Silent Sunday – no movies, no Youtube or Facebook and definitely no Housewives of Brainlessville. Read, write, enjoy nature… whatever it takes to entertain yourself. It’ll be awkward at first, but persevere. You’ll be happy you did.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
I periodically browse Etsy both to get inspiration and to shop for unique, handmade gifts. While on the site this morning, an idea came to me. Why not pick one artist that impresses me each month and feature their work here? It will force me to expand the type of work I look at while also hopefully helping the artist get a few hits.
While brainstorming about how best to proceed, I realized that I actually know someone who has an Etsy shop. What better way to start this project than to feature someone I actually know? So, without further ado, here are a few items currently posted on B!Goods by Bethany Chenoweth, a fiber artist.
Touch the Trees
Tulip Winter Jacket