Something to share

I guess there is no cross posting between Blogger and WordPress, so rather than re-blog, I have to just post the link to a very cool blog I ran across.

Here is the Art Blog by Bob. This particular article is the Real Heroes and Villains in Comics.


The Free Indie Reader

This anthology put together by Tom Lichtenberg is one of the best FREE collections I’ve seen. Authors include yours truly, Tom and several others, including Lisa Thatcher, Paul Samael and Willie Wit.

Tom is offering this free on Smashwords and Feedbooks.

Go take a look, download the book and give Tom some feedback, either at Pigeonweather or on the Smashwords site.

Epic fail is EPIC great story

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 First I have to send out a big thank you to author Tom Lichtenberg for sending the print version of his book, Epic Fail to me.


The story ended perfectly. The only way it could end in this fantasy adventure. I have to say that I still wish for more on this particular adventure. I want to know more about individual characters. Soma, Ember, Eveline and others.

No book is perfect, but this story in its entirety is a better than average read, and I’m comparing to traditionally published books/stories. Tom’s stories may not work for everyone, but I believe most readers who partake of the Epic Fail trilogy will fall in love with the characters and situations.

One last note on this… Once you start the story, it’s impossible to put it down until the very end.







Moontrails and Doubt

moontrail There’s no doubt about it, writing is tough. But to get technical about it, it’s not so much the writing that’s so hard, but at times, finding the motivation and the perseverance to get through each project.

After many years, you no longer expect fanfare, nor an unexpected financial glut; however, it’s nice to have support, even if it’s an occasional pat on the back by family members. A kind word by people you expect to support you in life endeavors to say, “You can do it.”

Alas, that’s not the cards handed to many of us.

I had objections to the Kickstarter Project, because I knew after reading the list of winning traits of a project, I had a slim chance of meeting my goal. I’m not exactly a social butterfly. I don’t have a lot of followers, nor do I have the skills to create that winning video that so much attention is focused on.

My youngest daughter, Gloria urged me on. (She is one of my supporters). “Mom, you can at least try. Can’t get anywhere if you don’t try.”

So I did. It’s kind of like the idea of winning the lottery, right? You can’t win if you don’t play.

I have to say that throughout these past few weeks, I haven’t been too surprised to find friends and family members have become eerily silent. Especially, when asked to share a link to the project.

Despite this, a few high points. First, that people who don’t know me in real life, actually had enough faith in my work to become backers. [For those who did: Thank you, thank you, thank you. Even if the project is a complete (epic) failure, I appreciate this gesture more than you could ever know.]

Second, that I have learned a good deal about these types of projects. Primarily, that in crowdsourcing/funding you must have many followers and supporters who are willing to share your information with others.

There have been a couple of people who have helped with this. It may not seem like much to some, but to authors needing encouragement, sharing a link, or mentioning our work to anyone, is enough to keep us moving forward. Though we would appreciate the people we love to show a bit more faith in us, some of us understand their lack of enthusiasm in our struggles.

For those who don’t support family (or long-time friend) author/artist, I have written a poem for you.


Ode to the Doubters

Oh you, who have sat
on haunches,
twenty years, thirty
Nary a creative thought.

Looking through dirty glasses,
down noses, making judgments
How he should be,

what she should wear.
Brighten your day with

Know his word,
her voice, or image
will move, 
into the future
long after you
are buried

Photo credit: Moontrail by Emilio Robert Vicol

Borges on Sunday – Writer’s Life #3

Jorge_Luis_Borges Sunday I did absolutely nothing (but write this).

I decided, at some point, that I would take a break from worries and writing. That my attention would not be riveted to the page or problems therein.

I slept, drank coffee (decaf), sat out on the porch and ruminated about Jorge Luis Borges. His writing seems to be a continual source of internal conflict for me.

I like his work, then I hate it. A profound sentence or passage is replaced with a paragraph that makes no sense. Some of his work, I have to admit, I just don’t get.

Perhaps there’s a point. But there really doesn’t seem to be, in many of his stories. There may be a conflict (there are many), but the climax, followed by the conclusion is missing. Many of his works just end in a death of someone, followed by a brief statement like, “…On the 2nd of April 1898, he died.”

I laugh as I write this, because I wonder what other writer could get away with this today and still be studied so earnestly? No one. Not a single author could get away with the crappy endings that JLB leaves us with. Not any popular authors. We would stop reading. That would be the end of our relationship with that particular writer. Adios Senor.

But there is something compelling in JLB’s stories. The Library of Babel is a spell upon the reader. There is a tendency to want to figure it out. To solve the riddle of the structure.

Jose Saramago, though a student of Borges, is not as difficult. This author pushes through the wall of contemporary expectation and says, “the hell with you all. I will write what I must.” Then he does.

But the writing style, we know from reading both authors is from another time. These authors are not easy reads.

I don’t read them for style, but more because that kernel of story I must acquire. I must know the TRUTH of the work. I need to get to the meat of it, rend it from the bones, take it into myself and understand.

At the end of Saramago’s Blindness, I was not so much satisfied with that rending, as in love with words again. The story was told and I was grateful for it, though it was not an easy journey getting to that point. I worked for the understanding I found there.

Borges is difficult and I want to go through all of his work. The local library has his complete collection; I know, because I asked them to order it and checked it out when it first came in.

But I cannot get through it in two weeks. I don’t know if I could get through it in a month. Not because I could not read through it, but because I would not be able to UNDERSTAND it in that time. I must have a year, I think. Maybe two.

To go through one story at a time and linger on each. Though that idea is a bit scary. Borges’s work has a haunting quality, that speaks a little of mental instability. Or, perhaps it’s that he unmoors my understanding of reality.

[An aside here] My brother was enthralled by H.P. Lovecraft
for awhile (many years ago). A friend of his ran across a book (of Lovecraft’s) that someone they knew attempted to burn.

So when I first heard the story, I thought it came from the annals of Lovecraftian fans, or was something the boys made up from their readings.

The friend was another Lovecraft fan. Someone else had told him about the Necronomicon and another (unnamed) book that was the REAL Necronomicon. It was said (by these several boys) that anyone who read through it became infected with madness. They would go insane, killing those around them, attempting to destroy the book; but somehow, no one was ever clear how exactly, the book came through it and moved along to its next victim.

So the idea was that the book was haunted by something otherworldly. Something strange, yet pervasive and on a mission to destroy humanity or the reality we have constructed.

My brother’s friend ended up possessing it, but the story about the book, by these other people had so cautioned them that no one was willing to open it, much less read it. By the time I heard about it, the book (conveniently?) had moved to someone else.

The point to this little aside, is this: Borges work could be maddening, I think. Perhaps not to the point of insanity, but something close. That to puzzle his work too much, too intensely in a short time, could be damaging in some way. That I would be left haunted by the tales without the satisfaction of understanding them.

I do not enjoy his work (much), but have a feeling I must understand it.

Saramago, though difficult, is not Borges. His style is unconcerned with the reader, but compared to Borges, his ideas float across our minds. They do not work their way into misunderstanding and leave us unmoored. We are on firm ground throughout.

Borges Collected Fictions sits on my kitchen table. I read one story at a time, linger a bit and read through the notes. I have read Tlon, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius three times, going on my fourth. I’m working on all the notes and doing the research to see what I’ve missed about this story. There’s something, not obvious about this story. A key to understanding it fully.

I’ll read it just one more time. To get to the point–or the meat–or the understanding. Or perhaps to just finally be able to let it go.

That’s how I spent my Sunday.