Tag Archives: Fantasy
April 5, 2021 · 11:20 AM
What Could Be Better Than Using Your Imagination to Invent a Menagerie of Never Before Seen Creatures?
May 18, 2020 · 11:04 AM
The G.I. began walking his second hour of guard duty, on his way to finishing his eight hour stint.
“Man, I don’t believe this,” the private, named Chet, said, “and for such a small infraction.” The sun was beginning to set and the snow falling harder now. “Of all nights to play soldier,” he said.
Chet propped his rifle against the fence and struck a match to light his cigarette only to have the wind make it an impossibility. After three more attempts, a small orange glow caught a piece of tobacco. Chet drew hard on the paper tube until the end glowed. He held the lung full of smoke, then released the vapor with a long satisfied sigh.
He trudged through the snow long enough to finish his smoke. “You can pretty much bet no one will venture out into this mess to check on me.” He knelt beside an evergreen bush then turned landing on his bottom. His feet were flat on the ground, bringing his knees up. Chet wrapped his arms around the top of his knees making a nest to place his chin. Covered in a warm coat, his breath adding to the heat in his confined area, Chet was soon breathing in a slow rhythmic pattern.
The morning dawned bright and pleasant. The sleeping private began to stir. He opened his eyes and sat up suddenly. “I went to sleep during a blizzard with my arms around my knees. I wake up stretched out on my side and it’s a summer day!” He stood taking in his surroundings. “Everywhere I look there are green soldiers scattered about all appearing as if they are readying for battle, but I see nothing to fight.”
“Boom! Boom!” prefaced half of the soldiers flying helter skelter.
“This makes no sense.” Chet began to run across the soft fur-like surface.
“You been bery bad ‘n’ you go where bad boys go.”
A fat uncoordinated hand covered Chet pressing him into the comforter. The fingers curled then raised him into the air.
“You go fwush, fwush in da potty.”
Chet tried to scream, but his mouth was covered by the three-year-old’s hand. With little warning he began to spin until dizziness overtook any semblance of rational thought. “Who knows? Could be fun.”
April 13, 2020 · 2:57 PM
There’s an element common in all genres. Whether sci-fi, romance, fantasy or horror characters eat. There may be one exception, but excluding the need for nutrition in the genre of steam punk (of which I am much too unfamiliar) I may be woefully wrong.
Leaning toward writing science fiction, as many do, including myself, you may find something simplistic as a meal itself turning into an adventure with numerous unexpected sub-genres and action sequences unusual.
The action-packed meal can be related to our lives (maybe not as exciting or consequential) but in a mundane, comparatively speaking way. It’s similar to the first time you try something exotic, such as wallaby, ostrich, or sea urchin. Of course, most people would not care for a meal that presented itself in the manner which remains prevalent in my writing. I like the action, in an action-adventure novel (which I, also, enjoy writing) to remain throughout the book.
To complete this blog, it would behoove me to say that I immensely enjoy writing, eating, and writing about eating in certain situations.
Until next week, I hope you will remain in good health, spirits and may God bless.
July 17, 2019 · 10:32 AM
I just completed my fifth novel, “Dalon Con.” (The Essence of Time). This was a spin off of a character that appeared for a page or two in an earlier novel, “Eden’s Wake.” It is, also, my first adventure into the world of time travel. Now that “Dalon Con” has been sent to the editor, until the first round of editing is complete, I feel it is my job to begin the next novel that will join the ranks of my arsenal. My first problem with this plan of attack is finding sustainable subject matter so that readers maintain an interest from the first page to the last.
In actuality, this is easier than it sounds. It can be a simple process if you will not over complicate your search and just pay attention to your natural surroundings. For instance, how about a duck-billed platypus? If you take a platypus, reshape his bill, add fangs,and lengthen his legs, you can make this new creation take to the air by adding a pair of wings. A few more exotic changes like this along with well-known creatures or humans and you’ll have an excellent start to your sci-fi, fantasy, or action adventure manuscript. Don’t discount the simplicity that resides around you, it may become the fodder for your next tale, be it a short story or a series of full length novels.
March 19, 2019 · 12:09 PM
You must surely have heard the saying, “…things that go bump in the night.” Unknown sounds can conjure up a plethora of subjects to write about, especially in the horror genre.
I must admit that horror is not my favorite genre, but there’s always room for a “scare your pants off” type of story. For instance, even though I tend to write science fiction/fantasy and action/adventure, I can easily make space for a little horror in any one of my usual genres.
I think this is something you will find throughout the writing world, even in the most popular books of all those written in the romance genre.
That’s right; even in the lovey-dovey, smooch-my-face, world of romance, there is room for some good old fashion killing courtesy of the beast-next-door.
On the other hand, it doesn’t have to be the beast or anything else next door. It could just as easily be the paranormal being residing in your attic or the monster tick, tagging along on the mutt out back.
In fact, a chunk of horror can follow any genre and rear its ugly head at the most inopportune times.
Did you see what I’ve done? I have taken one of my least favorite type of books and made it one that will not only stand out in any crowd but also be taken by most in a positive light. Happy reading to all you new horror fans!
February 5, 2019 · 8:33 AM
Waking up this morning, you notice a vail of icicles across half the back of your house. Pouring your first cup of coffee, you give it little attention due to the frigid temperatures outside. If you were able to look closer, you would see a rat sized mammal, weaving his way in and out of your gutters. The creature, depositing the clear liquid, was known as an acidic vulture. He closely resembled a badger with extendable extremities and retractable claws, sharp enough to slice granite.
The icicles, being made from an acrid fluid, froze at 32°; however, thawing brings clear drops that look harmless but melts whatever it touches on the ground below.
This fluid maybe used for mining or warfare. Ironically, warfare is brought about by the mined substance called chad. Chad was used for energy in the world of the other, and sought by all.
The Maldrin were a ground dwelling clan who carried shields that were manufactured with a recipe of chemicals and jewels that would repel the chad, although wear thin after years of use.
When temperatures remained too cold to melt the acrid stalactite the mammal would go to work slicing the deadly ice into chunks that would reign down upon the Maldrin . . .
Thank you for allowing me to show you how I spend my day in the world of writing science fiction and fantasy.
August 27, 2018 · 1:01 PM
I’d have to say I’m passionate when it comes to writing, especially in the science fiction, fantasy and action adventure genres. I’ve published four novels, soon to finish the fifth and will return to number six, which has been patiently waiting for completion to come its way.
I’ve penned numerous short stories, write a weekly blog and a monthly newsletter. After all this work, the one thing I’ve never written about is golf.
Now I know that my last statement, in and of itself, seems a bit off kilter. You may even be thinking, what’s this guy talking about? This is where I need you to trust me and follow my logic; however, illogical it may seem.
I used to play this so-called, game of kings, though found it to be more of a throw your club, along with a cuss word or two. Hit an errant shot, followed by a cuss word or two. Reach the green in two and then four putt, followed by a string of cuss words and finally spending entirely too much time searching for lost golf balls with an occasional cuss word.
What you must remember, is all this fun comes after spending a small fortune on equipment and dozens upon dozens of little white balls.
What you really need to purchase, and so far I’ve been unable to find, is a golf swing.
January 15, 2018 · 10:04 AM
Use Your Writing Process or Process Your Writing it Doesn’t Matter as Long as Your Process Processes Your Processable Process
Have you ever given much thought to the writing process? I am going to assume the answer is no since it’s not something I ponder on a regular basis. Now, just suppose I found myself in a pondering mood; the writing process might just be something I would ponder at that particular moment. In fact, let’s say I’m in the middle of pondering that very subject.
Some authors begin their novels by establishing the plots and an overall rough outline of how the book will flow. Then again, others will forego the rough outline of the entire novel, expanding that into a rough outline of each chapter. There are many ways to structure your writing and none of them is wrong. Each author uses what works best for him or her and that’s how it should be. Me, I fly by the seat of my pants. When I begin a novel, I sit before the virtual paper on my computer screen. I commence to thinking, eventually coming up with a character and a task for this character to do. I write science fiction and fantasy so this individual could end up anywhere, his destination limited only by my imagination. After that, I’m in it with all four feet, adding characters–sometimes human, but usually not–developing a world and allowing the book to write itself. Whew! I’m working up a sweat just thinking about it. What it boils down to (and don’t forget the boiling point drops 1° for every five hundred feet you rise in elevation) is write how you like and don’t forget to have fun. Gotta go…an idea just popped into my head.
December 5, 2017 · 3:40 PM
Rising Tide depicts a world in which land is at a premium due to the advancing sea, where man’s attempt to adapt has led to a decay of morals into survival of the fittest. In the midst of the ocean, a crew of racketeers rescues a stranded diver, Ben Adams. Is the rescue just a fortunate coincidence for Ben, or has he been led to this rendezvous with fate for a common goal? A mysterious island inhabited by a primitive yet advanced race of people. A devious ship captain’s metamorphosis into the essence of evil and a ship’s container discovered by itself in a billion square miles of ocean all play a role in this tale of rebirth for a world corrupted by the collapse of morality.
November 6, 2017 · 11:13 AM