WONDROUS & DISASTROUS

APRIL 15 – A DAY TO REMEMBER

Leonardo da Vinci was born – April 15, 1452

 

 

 

 

HMS Titanic sank – April 15, 1912

It’s uncanny that these are both subjects about which I’m most passionate.

I wrote ‘The Unthinkable Shoes’ as an homage to the lost children of the Titanic after I visited the Maritime Museum in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and was moved by a pair of child’s shoes salvaged from the doomed liner.

‘THE UNTHINKABLE SHOES’ is a love story of reincarnation and extraordinary sacrifice. When death separates two children on board the Titanic who were destined to marry, the spirit of the boy, Finn, chooses to remain earthbound as the surviving girl’s invisible childhood companion.

Finding a pair of lost shoes is the only way to silence Finn’s inner demons and imagined sins, keep an unthinkable promise made in haste, and give them a second chance.

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SERENDIPITY-DOODAH HOOPLA

DON’T BELIEVE A WORD OF IT!

Mr. Dickens may have written ‘Great Expectations’ but today, we authors are plagued with them:

A PLETHORA OF POSSIBILITIES

AN EXAGGERATION OF EXPECTANCY

AN HYPERBOLE OF HAPPENSTANCE

Definition (mine): SERENDIPITY > A triad random hit of perfect-timing, perfect-placement, and a perfect human carrier pigeon in a single, spontaneous, advantageous intervention that radiates from its impact point, multiplies exponentially and champions a cause. HOPEFULLY yours and mine. But there’s the rub. Hoping cancels out serendipity.

Bob Dylan expressed serendipity’s elusive nature best when he sang “you may as well try and catch the wind”

The road to literary success is not paved with anything. Its not even a road; it’s two roads – a crossroad where divine intervention is said to occur. Except, it’s not divine; it’s human. A collision we euphemistically call a happy accident. The great unplanned ‘something’…

THE X FACTOR- And it’s never a what… it’s always a who: A great unplanned SOMEONE

As John Cleese in ‘The life of Brian’ admonishes the woman in an unruly mob who throws the first stone: “It only takes one.”

And speaking of one… serendipity is one loaded word. A word loaded with luck. One might say it’s even a mite overloaded. It’s a rare bird of a word. It’s best not to carry this spicy word on your sleeve; it’s tempting fate. But if you feel immune to superstitious mythos, write it on a slip of paper with invisible ink and keep it hidden in a pocket.

That said… A SOUPCON OF RADIOACTIVE SERENDIPITY IS WORTH A THOUSAND REALLY SUPER-DUPER WORDS

If serendipity lands on your doorstop, welcome it inside with open arms and order a crate of champagne.

Definition: AGENT > a strategic plan, catalyst, or event that influences an outcome; an action or response that triggers change; a human mediator who acts as an instrument of change; a driving force, capable of producing a certain effect; an active and efficient intervention that causes or transforms an existing neutral state.

And in the case of a bestseller, it’s also a reader who spontaneously instigates a word-of-mouth phenomenon.

Serendipity is like the amazing archaeological finds at Sutton Hoo. One day a metal detectorist tramps across a silent field. A short time later, a different metal detectorist waves his magic wand over the same damp ground and hits noisy Saxon gold. We may be sure the surrounding fields were consequently earmarked for further treasure and mined to within an inch. But to no avail.

TREASURE IS A MOVING TARGET

Write as if serendipity doesn’t exist; as if Amazon stars don’t exist. More importantly, do not go gentle into that great expectation believing serendipity has your name at the top of its list. Its better not to set yourself up for disappointment.

allow serendipity be an unexpected surprise

We authors often try too hard to be the lightning rod for fame’s parallel strike. Fame doesn’t mega-strike twice in the same genre. Super-viral success is a bolt of lightning that may never strike once, even if you tempt serendipity by standing on the topmost rung of a metal stepladder during a thunderstorm, atop the only hill in a prairie landscape, wearing tap shoes while holding the world’s longest tuning fork over your head.

Here’s the paradox:HOLDING HANDS WITH KISMET REQUIRES LETTING GO

LITERARY SERENDIPITY IS A GHOST, akin to the definition in ‘Ghostbusters’ – [a free-floating full-torso vaporous apparition that blows books off shelves from twenty feet away, capable of scaring the socks a librarian.]

But if you desire to live in this kind of library, you must be invited.

There are no ‘busters’ to call, no site to manipulate, and no perfect treatise on writing to follow because the SERENDIPITY HOTLINE has an unlisted number?

So, authors rejoice. There is one less thing to worry about. The X factor is out of your control.

Chances are GREAT, that your number one ‘agent’ is happenstance with a beating human heart– the perfect event-horizon-reader who will champion your future.

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PARANORMAL – IS TOO STRONG A WORD

BECAUSE LIFE IS ONE BIG X-FILE

UFO = Unidentified Fictional Objectivity

Paranormal has become a four-letter word for those of us who write in its general vicinity. But softer words may be used to describe a ‘stranger than fiction’ story without horror and fright or to see dead people in a good way?

There IS a softer side to paranormal fiction where the curious reader is invited to innocently flirt with time.

Flow with impossible dreams. Indulge in a playful fling with the unreal and romance the sweetly surreal. Take a flight of fancy to the afterlife and dance the endless loops of reincarnation, lucid dreaming, quantum leaps of time-slipping, and venture into zones with more relaxed outer limits in novels where a reader can wander through the doors of perception and peek behind the looking glass without having to sleep with a light on afterwards.

Delight that the fictional afterlife is a country of your own making where you can die outside the box and reincarnate at will.

THE KEY WORD in paranormal fiction is ‘FICTION’ (translation: a story that exceeds the constraints of normal of lying)

It’s a heads-up promise that ‘SOMETHING UNUSUAL THIS WAY COMES’

That something you’re about to read will not creep you out or give you nightmares for a month of Sundays. That said, it may even delight you or cause you to reflect outside the laws of physics for a change, and indulge freely inside the flexible laws of metaphysics.

The word FICTION notifies a reader that something or everything in a story is untrue; the word PARANORMAL informs a reader that a story operates within the flexible realms of metaphysics.

Language goes one better and adds prefixes to nice calm words in order to jazz up the tension: un, in, other, super, extra, and para (which means above). These beget: unexplained, unidentified, unreal, unbelievable, uncanny, untoward, unearthly, otherworldly, supernatural, unlikely, unknown, insubstantial, unidentifiable, inexplicable, psychic, intuitive, extraordinary, unknowable, and the para-deadly… ‘paranormal’. The words: enigmatic, mystical, visionary, ethereal, ghostly, mysterious, fantasy, fanciful, make-believe, magical, prescient, quixotic, brooding, telepathic, clairvoyant, occult, surreal, arcane, premonition, esoteric, and imaginative are roses made of icing on a deeply layered cake.

Sadly, Quixotic-Fiction is not an acceptable genre, but wouldn’t it be nice if it was!

WE WANT TO BELIEVEif only for a few hours

We want to believe in the lighter side of the unexplained, defy gravity with flying objects, and dabble in the less arcane art of what-if. 

Here are some of my favorite works of Surreal-Fiction:

BOOKS (also MADE INTO FILMS): ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife’, ‘The Lovely Bones’, and the ‘Harry Potter’ series. 

MOVIES: ‘The Lake House’, ‘What Dreams May Come’, ‘Somewhere in Time’, ‘Field of Dreams’, ‘Groundhog Day’, ‘Back to the Future’, ‘Close Encounters’, ‘Jurassic Park’, and ‘Ghostbusters’ (one)

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITES?

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SO… I WALKED INTO THIS MUSEUM…

… and I came out with a story. Or, to be more precise, it followed me home and shadowed me for three years.

And now it’s coming up to the first anniversary, of self-publishing THE UNTHINKABLE SHOES, appropriately, the traditional ‘paper anniversary’, and the 105th anniversary of the morning when the museum shoes and their young owner perished in the North Atlantic on April 15th, 1912.

Titanic sank with many immigrant children aboard – young passengers trapped in the doomed steerage section on the ship. One of whom, likely wore these shoes, permanently on exhibit in the Maritime Museum of Halifax, Nova Scotia.

In an homage to the unknown child, I created Finn Cleary, a wild Irish boy who lost two pairs of shoes in the icy waters that fateful night.

It was unthinkable for Finn to face his mother who’d declared:

“I’ll skin you alive, so I will, if you so much as scuff your new shoes before we get to America.”

LOSING THE SECOND PAIR WAS EVEN MORE UNTHINKABLE

‘THE UNTHINKABLE SHOES’ is an extraordinary love story between two children onboard the Titanic, destined to marry, who struggle to stay together even after death separates them. Finding Finn’s shoes is their only chance.

New shoes don’t grow on trees, but sadly, printed books, do rely on them. To win a paperback copy of ‘The Unthinkable Shoes’, please answer the following question: Was it an iceberg or greed that sank the Titanic? Give your reasons. The answer that dazzles me, wins. Please use the contact page to send your reply with the words Titanic book contest in your email heading. I look forward to hearing from you.

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JUST ANOTHER TRICK IN THE WALL

HADRIAN'S WALL - Great Britain

HADRIAN’S WALL – Great Britain

Sometimes a wall is meant to defend and protect.

Sometimes a wall draws a line in the sand.

Sometimes a line in the sand marks a point of no return.

Often, if you’re lucky, the point of no return is an invitation to enter the liminal space between two realities.

In the ‘BEDE SERIES’ for middle-grade to young adult readers, Hadrian’s wall is a great divide.

But sometimes the common ground of a great divide is a non-local destination of great joining – the perfect space for uniting the natural and the supernatural to experience the mysteries of warm rain, red snow, and footsteps that end in silence.

‘TIME FALLS LIKE SNOW’ – book 2 of the BEDE SERIES is a time travel adventure to ancient Egypt through the time portals of a sentient stately home in Northumbria, built atop the successive ruins of prehistoric Britain.

Kit, a boy-scientist who decries all things supernatural must confront his worst nightmares after moving to Bede Hall, his grandmother’s crumbling estate. The Hall, steeped in local mythology, buzzes with unearthly energy and encounters with ghostly phenomena.

When Kit’s twin sister, Bash, wholeheartedly embraces the very energies that Kit denounces, they’re pitted against each other. Their natural telepathic bond remains a flimsy connection that connects the real and paranormal worlds.

But to prevent a global disaster and several personal ones, Kit must overcome his fear of the unknown, face erasure by time traveling through the dangerous portals of Bede Hall, and change the future by creating a new past.

‘DOWNTON ABBEY THROUGH THE LOOKING GLASS’

What if Downton Abbey had a mind of its own?

Bede Hall is a sentient family estate, fallen on desperate times, crumbling in the shadow of Hadrian’s Wall, Northumberland. It has survived in countless reincarnations, hovering on the liminal boundaries of the Isle of Lindisfarne – the sheltered threshold between mythology and a hard place, in a world that’s positively ancestral.

When local developers target the abandoned Hall for demolition, it refuses to surrender without a fight.

With its ‘back against the wall’, the stately home is forced to recall its reluctant matriarch and her twin grandchildren, Bathsheba (Bash) and Christopher (Kit) – teenagers with their own challenges.

And since time refuses to turn back permanently, the Hall’s time portals can only play a risky game of hide and seek with its young champions.

Bede Hall must overcome its pride in order to fulfill its destiny. It has an ancient curse to defuse, a future catastrophe to avert, and a young ghost to set free while the twins face the consequences of playing chess with time itself.

BEDE HALL IS ALIVE BUT ALL IS NOT WELL

Three years have passed since the twins arrived to live in Bede Hall.

Turning sixteen isn’t going to be easy.

feb-14-cover-time-falls-like-snow-from-august15TWINTER FRONT COVER AUGUST 15 2016

Book 1 of the ‘Bede series’ ‘TWINTER – THE FIRST PORTAL’ is presently available in print and e-book versions. The estimated publication date for book 2, ‘TIME FALLS LIKE SNOW’ is May 2017.

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WHERE WERE YOU?

dec-21-final-front-cover-i-was-thereIf meditation is time travel, then I have been there with Leonardo and Sandro and Lisa. I brushed against their cloaks of country-rough sackcloth or city-thick velvet trimmed in fur, and run my fingers over the heavy embroidered stuff of their Sunday best.

I’ve worn a wedding gown of stiff pearl-encrusted silk.

I’ve paced out the length and breadth of the Piazza della Signoria with Il Marzocco (the heraldic lion of Florence) and his wife – the back-to-back lions of yesterday and tomorrow. We skirted the deserted arena, a savannah of sun-baked paving stones, hugging the walls, keeping to the shadows – circling the square, squaring the circle, roaring at its empty coliseum of African dreams, ignoring the pigeons and an escaped wishing-pig. We were careful to sidestep Savonarola’s fire-blackened martyr-stone marking the center of vanity, the very heart of art.

I’ve set aside many a nosegay against the blast of renaissance filth. But then I’ve also been gifted the scent of flowers blooming free of diesel fumes and pesticides that leave our bleached versions of fruit and vegetables and pale-scented roses in the dust.

I’ve shadowed fifteenth-century Florentines unawares, light and casual in my T-shirt and tenderized stone-washed jeans, shuffling through their littered streets in sensible shoes, vaccinated and well-supplied with bottled water.

As a time-traveler, I’ve explored their natures the way discoverers of the New World embraced the shores of a Utopian mirage. I invited them inside my head, to share one mood, one pair of eyes, and allowed their DNA to mature – to percolate in quiet moments and prosper under my skin.

As their host, I gave them breath and a voice. As an author, I continue to shout their praises in pixels and electrons, and gift them paper and air.

 

SO… WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?

Were you a fly on the wall? Or inside someone’s head? Or did you settle-in under an historical character’s skin?

Meet me for an espresso in the marketa of Florence beside the wishing pig.

See you there.

BON VOYAGE!

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‘I WAS THERE’ – V. Knox

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OUT OF FAIRNESS

out-of-africa-main-reviewHOW PERVERSE IS THE LAW OF THE JUNGLE? ARE TOO MANY INDIE BOOKS BORN FREE?

Of course, I meant to say, ‘reborn free’ after a brief float in the harbor of desperate measures, and before embarking on a doomed journey on the library Titanic – the bookstore that shall not be named.

Please excuse a proliferation of mixed metaphors but jungles and oceans have a lot in common for indie publishers. We are often lost at sea and mired in jungle fever without a paddle. And now there are more rules and there aren’t enough lifeboats (I mean reviews) to save us.

OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF STORYTELLERS

We indie authors march to the same literary drum as those who are traditionally published but the machetes we use to slash through the undergrowth look an awful lot like a pen. Less is not more. The pen is not mightier than the dollar. We work hard against an increasing tsunami of opposition making unnecessary waves. A few water-wings may save a few books if you know how to play the game that the big-game hunters play.

It seems wise to take a page ‘OUT OF’ another author’s book. And, if not an entire page, then a few snippets of dialogue based on the African memoirs of Baroness Karen von Blixen-Finecke, published under the pen name Isak Dinesen’s. It’s inspiring to hear a distant jungle drum with conversations of literary hope… and more power to the indies.

MY FAVORITE MOVIE ‘OUT OF AFRICA’ SPEAKS VOLUMES:

DENYS FINCH HATTON:

“Can you tell a story, then?”

KAREN BLIXEN:

“I happen to be rather good at stories.”

ME: “Of course you are and when you publish them you should get paid for that!”

 

DENYS FINCH HATTON:

“We should have a story now.”

KAREN BLIXEN:

Smiles

ME: “This is going to be good. The movie begins with strains of Mozart as if played under water and the visual hook of a tiny train in a vast expanse of the Serengeti plains, chugging into a story. I hear the poignant sound of an elephant trumpeting but that’s only in my imagination because I’m already there. I’m on the train. Out my window is a landscape that belongs to lions and giraffe and elephants. The female narrator delivers a moving voice-over as a soft Danish memory… the haunting phrase: I had a farm in Africa. I’m hooked. Then, the lilting poetry: I had a farm in Africa. I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills. I had a farm in Africa.” Her last plaintive refrain fades into a symphony. I LOVE this story.

KAREN BLIXEN:

“But I have gone ahead of my story. He’d have hated that. Denys loved to hear a story told well. You see, I had a farm in Africa at the foot of the Ngong Hills… I had a farm in Africa.”

And later:

DENYS FINCH HATTON – giving Karen a pen as payment for a story:

“We pay our storytellers here.”

KAREN BLIXEN:

“But my stories are free, and your present is much too dear.”

DENYS FINCH HATTON:

“Write them down sometime.”

ME: “Great idea, but writing stories ‘down’ is a lot harder than spilling beans around a safari campfire. It’s not a hobby. The written word requires a serous commitment of time, sometimes years.

A good writer must study the craft of writing. They must work on weekends and holidays. Focus is a big thing. One must experiment with subtext and familiarize themselves with the business of publishing. They must have a solid understanding of pacing and structure, story arcs and themes, plots and subplots, dialogue, and the subtle nuances of exposition and narration. They must create and invent and research. They must grapple with first person point of view vs. third, and tie up all the story questions in a satisfying conclusion that is neither stale, expected, nor lame. They must subject their manuscripts to harsh critics, revise, polish, and revise again. Not a hobby!

And if that’s not daunting enough, an indie author must hire a plethora of professional publishing services while dodging the predators who call themselves publishers but are really wolves in librarian’s clothing. Indies are advised, nay compelled to market and blog and schmooze when their first preference is to write their next book.

Did I mention out loud that WRITING A NOVEL IS NOT A HOBBY.

KAREN BLIXEN *speaking of her adopted Kenyan landscape of opportunity:

“Every time I try to tame it, it goes wild again.”

But if a writer isn’t fortunate enough to own a coffee plantation, or one that, like Karen Blixen’s, is being reabsorbed by an encroaching jungle, they must resort to investing in endless cups of high-priced lattes and espressos in expensive cafes where… (I knew I had a point to make) a single biscotti costs more than most e-books.

Novelists are urged, nay compelled to eat real food once-in-a-while, keep a roof over their heads, and pay all those editors and technicians and graphic designers who, quite deservedly, charge more per hour than the price of a single paperback edition. They eat ahead of us. And here the food chain takes a dangerous off-trail hike through book-eating territory.

Sometimes it feels like we indies are scavengers picking the bones of a gazelle after everyone else has feasted.

DENYS FINCH HATTON:

“We’re short a story or two.”

KAREN BLIXEN:

“Yes.”

ME: “Not any more. The jungle floor is littered with books. There’s no room to swing a lion cub in there. The bookshelves are miles long and reach the stars… which brings me to another set of sharp teeth. Reviews are sometimes harshly monitored (read deleted without just cause) and yet often, the worst and most obvious review offenders are taken at their word. Authors may not review each other. No reviews can be purchased with the exception of a few high-profile professional reviewing businesses that charge upwards of $500. As Woody, the ‘Toy Story’ cowboy often likes to shout out: somebody’s poisoned the water hole!

So, it would seem the ‘King of the Beasts’ even rules the stars

FYI:

TICKET TO A MOVIE BASED ON A NOVEL      … $15

CELEBRITY E-BOOK, EDITED, GREAT READ … $15 and up

POPCORN AT THE MOVIES                                  … $7

SOFT DRINK AT THE MOVIES                             … $5

CHOCOLATE BAR AT THE MOVIES                   … $4

DESIGNER COFFEE WITH EXTRA FOAM          … $7

A SINGLE BISTRO BISCOTTI                               … $4

AVERAGE BUS FARE TO THE LIBRARY           … $2.50

INDIE E-BOOK, EDITED, DESIGNED                … FREE or 99 cents… FAIR TRADING?

 

All things being equal, and by the way, since NO BAOBABS HAD TO DIE, shouldn’t all e-books be priced ‘fair and square’?

For many Indie Joneses, falling into the trap of a permanent bargain-basement bookstore is as horrifying as a pit filled with snakes. It’s a last circle of hell that would even freak out Dante.

I REMAIN ‘OUT OF ANSWERS’:

What e-book price is a fair sweet spot?

What artificial-sweeteners poison the water hole?

Must Indie authors be reduced to lion fodder in a skewed coliseum where the survival of the fittest books requires wishing on five burned-out stars?

I think Denys would have our backs.

 

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