November 2006

World in the Satin Bag

The Writer’s World

I was doing a lot of shopping for myself, since it was black friday and lots of deals and what not. I came across several things that I think are lacking in the writing world, so I decided that for this week I would put up a list of things that make the writing world week. Sort of a strange and hard to describe list, but hopefully it makes sense. Reasons Why the Writer’s World Needs Help(in no particular order) 1) Lack of Selection: Stores such as Walmart, Kmart, and Target almost always have a very limited book supply with Target being the most on track. They aren’t supposed to have a lot of things, obviously, but there’s almost never any Scifi or fantasy for either adults or for children–and if there are some for children they are limited to the major series (Chronicles of Narnia, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Inheritance Trilogy, and Harry Potter). Target is the only one of the three stores mentioned that actually has a large YA section with lots of fantasy, but like all the others it rarely has anything for adults or any scifi at all.2) Lack of Reference Books For YA, SF, or F: There hasn’t been a good book released that really gives you a writer’s perspective on writing for those three genres. There are some, but always books aimed towards straight fiction or literary fiction control the market. With series like Harry Potter dominating the entire fiction market there needs to be some good reference books for people who want to write YA. As for SF and F, while there are some reference books out there (and some good how to’s by people like Orson Scott Card), there’s just not enough coming out. You’re lucky to get one or two in a year that are worth forking out fifteen bucks for.3) Lack of Internet Resources: The Internet, of all places, should have some really fascinating resources for people who are writing in the more speculative fiction genres. Unfortunately, unless you want the same information, and overly complex scifi based things, crammed down your throat you’re out of luck. There are great places such as Fantasy Worldbuilding by Patricia C. Wrede, a complex list of questions to answer when creating your own world, or Robert J. Sawyer’s Website, which gives you all sorts of fantastic info on both writing and query letters.4) Lack of College Coursework: Somewhere along the line creative writing in all its forms (fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and drama) took an amazing turn and secured itself a position in the academic community as a legitimate and powerful educational ideal. The problem? Where’s the curriculum for people who don’t write literary fiction? There are exceptions, most particularly where Orson Scott Card may teach a class or where there are colleges where writers either in the field or intimately engaged in works within that field are present. However, the majority of colleges don’t even have literature classes aimed towards lovers of scifi/fantasy, and even if they do they don’t count towards general ed requirements, leaving people little choice but to revert to ‘classics’ in British or World literature. This is absurd. There are plenty of scifi/fantasy works that date back to well before we started even calling them that. H.G. Wells, Jules Verne anyone? Heck, even Mark Twain wrote a story that could be seen as a somewhat modern fantasy which involved the son of the devil and the bringing to life of clay figurines. So, why don’t we have curriculum for those of us that love scifi/fantasy? Why aren’t there fiction classes geared towards that, or perhaps geared towards certain aspects of it. We have short story classes, novel classes, etc. Why not world building or development of a scifi/fantasy novel?5) Lack of Representation: There’s lots of real easy ways to find out all the new buzz about upcoming fiction or horror. There’s a best sellers list, plenty of reviews in all your favorite mass appeal magazines, posters, etc. Unless you are gifted and have a cool book store there won’t be any easy access to all these goodies for speculative fiction. There’s bound to be websites somewhere, but why can’t you get something that offers loads of reviews of upcoming work from more than just your overdone writers like Terry Brooks and Robert Jordan? Is there a magic magazine you can get that keeps you updated on all this? I’ve found that I had to do a lot of searching on the Internet to find much of anything that was useful, and even places like Borders weren’t all that much help because Borders advocates very specialized books rather than your typical things. So, I think that does it for my silly list. I know, annoying, but hey what can I say. I’m disappointed in the writing world right now and I’d like to see some more public admiration for people who do write in the speculative fiction field.So have a good day!

World in the Satin Bag

Chapter Five: Triska and Things

(Note:  This is not official version and may be removed in the near future.  This do not reflect what is read in the podcast version, nor any other version you may encounter.  I have preserved the rough form for posterity — or something like that.  This novel has since been rewritten.) Inside the Healers’ shop James had the sudden feeling of calm. Something about the way the bookshelves were laid along the walls and the warm red and brown drapes that hung from the ceiling seemed to pull all the anxiety out of him. It reminded him of home, only it clearly was alien to him. Yet that thought above all the thoughts running through his mind soothed him. He followed Pea through a wall of drapes into a room covered in pillows and lit candles. The aroma of ginger replaced the cinnamon and cocoa that had overwhelmed him upon entrance. Pea motioned him to take a seat, and he did, finding a small cushioned chair nearby. Pea did the same. “Pantifilus,” a soft female said from behind a wall of brown curtains, “is that you?” “How did you know?” Pea said. “Because whenever you walk into this house it suddenly smells like ginger.” Pea snickered. A short, pudgy woman appeared through the curtains and eyed the both of them warmly. The top of her head barely met with James’ chin. She wore a thick brown dress that fell all the way to her feet and her face beamed bright and wide. “Pantifilus, you old fool. What brings you back here? Those pixies didn’t hit you with another spell did they?” “No midnight wanderings for me this time Triska. I was fortunate and unfortunate to not find any.” Triska nodded. “And who is your guest?” “I’m James.” He stepped forward to shake the woman’s hand. She took his hand graciously, bowed her head, and shook gently. He nodded back, remembering Pea’s recitation of etiquette early that day. “I found him not too far off from the Old Oak.” Triska looked between them. “He’s why you’ve come then?” “Yes. I think he’s either lost his mind or never had it to begin with. You should hear his story. It’s quite charming.” Pea grinned a wide, sarcastic grin at James. James frowned back and then looked at Triska, who now eyed him with further enthusiasm. James looked away a moment as Triska peered at him. Then he told her what he had told Pea—plain and simple. She only looked at him, for that he was thankful. Pea had simply laughed uncontrollably. At least in this instance he sensed that someone at least considered his story, if only for a brief moment. “That’s an interesting story.” “It’s the truth.” Pea broke in and said, “Well, do you think you can fix it?” “No problem at all. I’ve treated worse insanities.” “What happens if what I’m telling is the truth?” He said that with a hint of bitterness. I’m not insane. Triska smirked. “Then the tables turn and I get a full dose of reality. Healers can only fix, not mess things up. But there hasn’t been a person here from another world in as long as my ancestors could remember. Shall we begin?” James nodded. “Good, now sit down and relax.” As he did, Triska slipped out of the room and produced a small cup of a steaming liquid. A familiar scent lifted his spirits—jasmine. Triska handed him the cup. “Drink this. It will help you relax. Just a mild concoction of my own. Herbs and the like.” He took a sip, swished the liquid in his mouth, and nearby choked at the sudden rush of flavor that sent every taste bud yearning for more. Then he gulped the rest down, ignoring the slight burning sensation that followed. Warmth filled every inch of his body, powerful and intoxicating warmth. “Good. Relax and close your eyes.” James felt two warm hands slide to the sides of his head. They were comforting, worn hands. Then a burst of light filled his vision, despite his eyes being closed. More lights came and he had the feeling that something lurked in the back of his mind, wandering aimlessly along the imaginary paths that connected everything there. Images of his childhood came and went, then of his parents and Woodton. It seemed as if his entire life were passing by at the speed of light, so fast he hadn’t the time to dwell on any one thing. Then a burst of red flashed into his vision, followed by a roar—the same roar that had come from the satin bag. The sound ripped through his mind and attacked the entity that had brought about all the images. Darkness covered his vision. Then the darkness lit up with the presence of the same inhuman eye. A bellowing scream forced James to open his eyes. He couldn’t take the sounds any longer. The rush back to reality, or to James that was how it seemed, gave him a long bout of dizziness. When it settled he noticed Triska laying a few feet away panting loudly with Pea by her side in a vein attempt to comfort her. Both looked at him in fear. Droplets of sweat fell from Triska’s forehead. “What is it?” Pea said. “The eye! He’s been marked by the eye!” Pea broke away from Triska and raised his hand violently. A burst of energy hit James in the chest and he found himself suspended in the air with legs and arms drawn in four opposing directions. He struggled to break free. “You’re a spy from Angtholand!” “No!” “Don’t lie to me. Triska is no fool. You’ve been marked!” “I only saw it through the satin bag. The eye took my friend!” Pea started to speak but was abruptly cut off by Triska. “He’s not lying Pea. He’s not lying. Everything he’s said is the truth.” “What? How is that possible?” “He came through a satin bag. Very

World in the Satin Bag

Top Ten Books I Want to Read That Just Came Out and College

Well, with Chapter Four done finally, and the week closing now, it’s time for a little blog about things that have gone on this week. Plus, it’s a non-post-a-chapter-week, so yeah. First things first is what I did this Saturday. It was awesome. I drove a good three hours to San Francisco at 5:30 AM to go to an open house I was invited to for the University of San Francisco, a Jesuit Catholic private school. No, I’m not Catholic, nor do I intend to be. You don’t have to be Catholic to go there thankfully.The college is gorgeous. St. Ignacius Church is amazingly beautiful. The campus is really nice looking despite being from around the 40’s, 50’s, and 60’s. It actually burned down in that big fire in San Fran long ago, so it’s a rebuilt campus, which is interesting.The actual environment is extremely positive too. Everyone was glad to help and answer questions. The teachers were helpful and informative and the amazing part is they actually want you to succeed. Classroom sizes are smaller than at state colleges, another plus. Essentially it is the top school on my list that I am applying to. Hopefully I get in and can afford to go there! Now for other things. I’m getting ansy right now because I don’t have the ability to read full novels due to being in college. It’s hard to keep my attention when I’ve got text books to read, but at the same time I’m can’t take not being able to read something fantastic and interesting. So, now for a top list of some form. Today is top ten books I want to read that just came out. These are in no particular order. Here goes! 1) The Children’s Hospital by Chris Adrian: Something about this book caught my eye. It is a post apocalyptic religious novel of sorts. It deals with a massive flood across the world, sort of like with Noah, and these people in a hospital for children. There is a lot of supernatural stuff, such as angels and magic abilities, that take place too. 2) Old Man’s War by John Scalzi: This is a new take on interstellar wars, sort of in the same style as Starship Troopers by Heinlein. It sounds really interesting nonetheless. 3) The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly: Another interesting book about going to alternate worlds through portals and the like. This one has a great title too. 4) World War Z: An Oral History of the Zombie War by Max Brooks: Need I say anything more about this title? 5) Off Armageddon Reef by David Weber: Imagine a society of humans so afraid of contact with alien races that the government actually uses religion to keep the entire world in medieval times, until something happens to upset that balance. 6) Shadowfall by James Clemens: A once great man who has fallen into the life of a beggar witnesses the murder of a goddess and finds himself on the road to finding the real killer, while everyone else thinks he’s the one that did it. Sounds quite awesome to me. 7) Galaxy in Flames by Ben Counter: I’ve never really read any military scifi, but the cover to this one really grabbed me. It looks fantastic and the idea behind it sounds epic. 8) To Outlive Eternity and Other Stories by Poul Anderson: Who can resist Poul Anderson? I can’t. A collection of shorts by this great writer sounds like heaven! 9) Empire by Orson Scott Card: This book takes on the idea of a civil war erupting between blue and red politics, literally. Another civil war, only in the now. Imagine! 10) Rollback by Robert J. Sawyer: A woman receives the first alien message, decodes it, and waits. Years later, in her eighties, she receives another. In order for her to decipher it for the world she has to have an experimental procedure to ‘rollback’ her physical age. Neat no? So there you go. Enjoy!

World in the Satin Bag

Chapter Four: A Not So Far Away Place

(Note:  This is not official version and may be removed in the near future.  This do not reflect what is read in the podcast version, nor any other version you may encounter.  I have preserved the rough form for posterity — or something like that.  This novel has since been rewritten.) James found shade under a massive tree—a thick, walnut shaped thing with branches running like vines in and out of themselves. He sat there in awe. Angtholand, wide and magnificent, stretched for miles in every direction, seemingly untouched by human hands except where he had seen a city. Pure, he thought. He could just imagine what the people back home would do to a place of such beauty. Destroy it. A short spurt of nausea dropped into the pit of his stomach. Traveling through the portal, tunnel, or whatever it was had left his insides feeling out of place, as if they had been turned upside down, rolled around, and then flipped suddenly to their original position. He likened it to the feeling he sometimes got on the ocean bobbing up and down in the never-ending waves. James felt horribly alone, and rightly so. He had nobody to turn to on Angtholand, no friends or family, and no allies. It had been far too long since someone had passed through the satin bag for there to be allies. He needed them the most, that he knew; friends he could deal with later. He looked towards the city again. It was obvious now that people lived there as he could see small plumes of smoke rising up the face of the connected towers, and if he squinted there were people walking along the stone bridge between the towers and the tops of the walls that encased the city. He guessed that the city sat only a mile or two away, which he found fortunate. Every other identifying feature that he could see—the mountains, lakes, and rivers—were many miles distant from where he had landed. Only one river came close to the city, but that added distance to the journey he would have to make. A city also meant the greatest chance of him finding out where Laura had been taken. James found his bag, swung it over his shoulder, and started to walk through the pasture, taking care to stay in the shorter grasses. He didn’t know what sort of creatures lived there, nor if they were dangerous. The terrain was easy, the ground smooth with few rocks to hinder his movement. Tall grasses and little green flowers that stuck up like sore thumbs among the tans and golden browns filled his vision. Hidden deeper in the grass were little blue plants tinged with purple lines. A few birds fluttered away from him, flapping their golden and crimson colored wings hurriedly. A perfectly pristine landscape in his eyes. No place in Woodton could match the beauty before him. Yet he missed home and the comfort of a familiar terrain. Something scurried around in the grass nearby and drew his attention with a giggle—childish and bubbly. When he turned towards it, another giggle rang behind him, and then a moment later as he turned again, at his side. James felt no fear, only a sense of curiosity that pushed deep and hard at his instincts. He took a few more steps and heard the giggle sound again, this time in front, followed by a sudden burst of movement in a tall batch of grass as if a faint wind touched them. To his surprise a tiny leg appeared through the brush, covered in an emerald fabric. On the foot was a large black shoe. Another leg appeared and the creature scurried out enough to show its behind. James marveled at the size of the two legs. They were less than a foot tall, as thin as two pencils lying side-by-side, and completely clothed in the tiniest pair of pants that he had ever seen. Then the creature came out completely from the brush, dragging behind it a suitcase proportional to its size. James looked down at the barely two foot tall man-like being that stood before him. The beard gave James the only identifying marker that it was male. The little man seemed to ignore him as he unraveled his red cloak and allowed it to fall over his emerald pants and shoes. Then he brushed himself off and looked James straight in the eye. “Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to stare at people?” the man said. His voice had a strange accent that James had never heard before—almost as if it were European or British. “I-I.” James tried to speak but couldn’t think of anything good to say. He’d heard of dwarves, even seen them on television, but never had he heard of such a tiny person in his life. The man stood there a moment, staring up at James. His little green eyes, scruffy brown beard that traveled up the sides of his face in long sideburns that collided with two pointed and furry ears, bushy eyebrows, and light tan skin were so foreign to James. Even the little hat on top of his head seemed out of place. “Well,” the man said, breaking the silence angrily, “should I say hello first and introduce myself or were you planning on showing me the courtesy of interest?” James stuttered again, before saying timidly, “I’m James.” The little man smiled warmly and gently bowed, pulling his hat off and swinging it to the side delicately. “I am Pantifilus the Great. You may also call me Pantifilus the Wise, or for conversational purposes you can simply call me Pea.” “Pea?” “Yes. P-E-A. Stands for Pantifilus the Extraordinarily Abnormal.” Pea stood straight. “I might have you know that when a man bows to you it is quite rude not to bow back.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” James bowed quickly to Pea. “Where are you from that you would not know that

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