Posts made in July, 2014

Deciphering the Matrix

Deciphering the Matrix

Writing a book that’s a cross between Inception and The Matrix has me thinking about that scene where Neo first sees the Matrix as it really is.         Neo: Is that… Cypher: The Matrix? Yeah. Neo: Do you always look at it encoded? Cypher: Well you have to. The image translators work for the construct program. But there’s way too much information to decode the Matrix. You get used to it. I…I don’t even see the code. All I see is blonde, brunette, red-head…. What an almost perfect metaphor for writing. Most people (ie. people that don’t write) think writing is easy, and it is–as long as you only want someone who occupies a branch on the family tree to approve of it. When the ultimate goal is publication–to earn the trust of an agent or editor, a stranger to you with no bias but for the writing itself, the writing has to pass a level of scrutiny relatives rarely offer. At that point, your writing transcends art and becomes business. Though you wrote it, breathed life into it, and co-habitated with it for months on end, your writing eventually must leave the nest and stand on its own if you wish to pass from writer to author. Enter the matrix metaphor. Fresh out of the Matrix, Neo is incapable of seeing what Cypher and the other inhabitants of Zion see–a three dimensional, dynamic program capable of incorporating complex settings with robust realistic characters. What he sees on the two dimensional monitors is a stream of green numbers, letters, and symbols–nothing but code. Once a writer gets serious about mastering their craft, he or she must strive to make sense out of that code.  The code in the case of a writer, means nailing the opening–from the first sentence, starting in the right place, maintaining conflict, revealing information as it’s necessary and not before, creating connections to characters, establishing voice, and promoting a pace that propels the reader forward. Failure to do any of these within the first five pages or even the initial 250 words, could result in a rejection that begins, “Dear Author”. I’m not there yet. I often wonder if I’ll ever get there. Sometimes I’m content to live with the fact that I know I don’t know. That’s something, right? The ability to recognize that you just aren’t sure? I’m trying to convince myself it is, because at least then I can recognize that my...

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#BLOGPITCH Contest

#BLOGPITCH Contest

How cool is this! My #BLOGPITCH was one of ten chosen by the wonderful Authoress at Miss Snark’s Blogspot. Please visit her site for the other winning selections (Miss Snark’s Site.) For each critique you leave on the respective winning blogs, you are entered into a drawing for a 15 page line edit from the acclaimed Authoress herself. So, here we go: ..   (YA SciFi) Logline: A kill away from reaching the sandman discharge quota, a teenage dream assassin learns the outlaws he killed aren’t who he was told. And neither is he. First 250:  Four folders fan before me. Each contains a face. Each face is worth points. And after tonight’s shift, I’ll have enough points to purchase what I’ve wanted since I got here. Two quick raps at the door steal my attention. Recognizing the knock, I rub my eyes before blinking a few times. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at the folders. “Door open,” I say. The voice-activated panel doesn’t have a chance to retreat before Z bounds into my room. A wonky grin stretches like a hammock between his ears as he slides to a seat on the edge of my desk, ruffling the folders as he scoots. “So… this is it.” He pumps his eyebrows. I offer a thin-lipped grin and nod while reorganizing the folders. Cycling through the images once more, I study the faces of tonight’s targets. “Come on, Ro. This is it! Tonight’s the night. Everything you worked for. Get excited!” “Will you stop calling me Ro?” I say. “My name is Midnight.” “For now it is.” He buries his crazy-long fingers beneath his rear and leans forward while swinging his feet. “What do you think it’ll be when you get out?” I shrug. Once I’m out of the Sandman Corps, they can call me whatever they want. “Think about it,” Z continues. “After tonight, you’ll roam Somnium Six a free man.” Out… Free… Words I’ve used a thousand times since the corps enlisted me. Now that they’re so close to being real, they sound more like a dream. .∇.∇.∇. Click here to visit and comment on other selections. The more you comment, the more chances you have to win a 15 page critique from...

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My First Book!

My First Book!

I am super happy to announce the Feb. 2015 publication date of my first novel BRICKS, a young adult, contemporary retelling of The Wonderful Wizard of OZ. So excited to be working with Anaiah Press @AnaiahPress and the amazing Kara Leigh...

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