Friday, April 17, 2009

Adam Finch's Legacy

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Adam Finch’s Legacy

From Nightshade

Copyright 1978 by Aldon R. Quay

C&P Granite Quarry.

The twin towns of Cyrus and Prentice, Iowa had been built up around this hellish hole in the ground, a quartz mine established in 1853. 27-year-old Adam Finch desperately needed to discover the truth behind his family’s one-time livelihood, now but a scar on the Earth, depleted of the minerals that once made it glorious. He needed to find out what evil had been unearthed in his recent attempt to reclaim the mine and turn it into something other than a wicked blight on the land. Because something was killing the citizens of Prentice and Cyrus, and Adam felt responsible.

Adam had known that something inexplicably bad was going on in the area when that poor girl, Claudia--no, Claudette—told him the impossible story that had confirmed his worst fears. Claudette was a pretty but unassuming California blonde with a French-sounding name bestowed on her by her former model mother. A sweet, fun-loving girl like Claudette belonged in San Diego, but her father’s job as a mine inspector had brought her to the hellhole that was Cyrus during her last semester of high school. The damn ugly twin towns with their ugly people had not only clouded Claudette’s sunny attitude but had destroyed her very life. There were murders that couldn’t be proven because the dead rose and walked soon after their slaying. There was no turning to the law for help in a matter that defied all natural laws, especially when the peacekeepers were themselves part of the problem. Adam wished that Claudette were still here to help him with her sharp mind and her insider’s knowledge. But she couldn’t deal with that knowledge and so she went away. Adam wondered if Claudette still lived, if living you could call it, or if she had eliminated her earthly body along with the risk of corruption of her eternal soul. No matter, Claudette was gone. And if Adam didn’t do something, a lot of other people would be gone too. The only other people who could tell him anything were long dead themselves, but Adam prayed that the words they had left behind could hold the key that could save himself and the still-innocent people who had no idea what to do about the supernatural corruption that was spreading through their towns. So Adam picked up his great-grandfather’s diary and began to read.

Adam’s great-great grandfather Jason Prentice and his cousin Sam Xavier Cyrus had been clever, hardworking young Southerners wanting to escape the chaos that threatened their home. They didn’t want to fight to defend slavery, an institution they reviled. They didn’t, in fact, want to fight at all. Their parents were dead, their siblings living with aunts and uncles. So they took the small fortunes left by their fathers and headed North. They were young and idealistic: Jason was 23 and Sam was just 19. Bright and full of enthusiasm, they reckoned that everybody else was mining gold, silver and coal. Why didn’t they mine for the less pricey but very useful quartz? The gravel that resulted from the operation could also be useful to line the roads of towns sprouting up in the young west. If the North won the war as Jason and Sam prayed it would, they could hire cheap labor among hopeful Negroes coming from the South looking for work, and from anyone else in need of a job. The wages might be negligible at first, but they’d offer three meals a day, adequate water, and bunkhouses for the men who had no other home. And they’d offer something that every soul craved no matter the color of his skin: respectful treatment.

The day that Jason and Sam arrived in the tiny coal-mining town of Devlin, Iowa they purchased a surveyor’s map and two plates of stew. They then rode out to meet one Noyes Istrodja, the owner of the land upon which lay the proposed site of their mine. Istrodja, a Balkan immigrant, had discovered the mineral deposits, which led him to place the advertisement in various newspapers around the country regarding mineral-rich land for sale. He had no interest in mining himself, and intended to move further west to the new territory of Utah where land was cheap and fertile. He wanted to bring his mother, brother and sister from his homeland. He was restless and didn’t care for the flatlands of Iowa. He wanted to be reminded of the mountains of the country he’d never see again.

Istrodja, with his father and grandfather, had built a rather impressive house with a little farm plot not far from the mining area. Jason and Sam were thrilled. The land now seemed like an even greater bargain. The house could be both a dwelling and an office. The men who had wives, mothers, sisters, or children old enough to work the land could help create a little working farm and all would share in the bounty.

The Istrodja family had a small cemetery plot behind the house. The gravestones displayed the names of Lorand Istrodja, Noyes’ grandfather; Kriztian Istrodja, Noyes’ father; and one Zsolt Ekjvater. Noyes reminisced about his father and grandfather. Both, he said sadly, had died from anemia apparently caused by hepatitis. He too had nearly succumbed but somehow fought off the infection and regained his strength. When asked about the third grave, Noyes paled.

“Better some things stay buried,” he said. “Better this ground never be disturbed.”

“What do you mean, Sir?” Sam asked.

“I am a superstitious man from the old country,” Noyes said with a sheepish smile. “I am forty years old and set in my ways. This land is, I fully believe, a good place for a mine. My father felt so too, and we would have followed his dream had he not died. But I feel the womenfolk of my family will be happier working a farm than a mine, and so I shall make haste to more fertile ground. The land here is workable but I have heard from a cousin that the land in the new territory shows great promise and beauty. Still, though I am but a superstitious old fool, I must offer words of caution. Out of kindness disturb not the graves of my kin. For the safety of the bodies and souls of all, disturb not the grave of Ekjvater. The souls of the good go to Heaven and the souls of the damned go to Hell. But when the damned have opened a doorway between Hell and earth, it sometimes takes extra measures to close the doorway again. If the sorcerer remains buried, your happiness shall flourish in this place.”

Jason and Sam believed that Istrodja was honest, if a little touched in the head. So they closed the deal on the sale of the property and celebrated with Istrodja who left before the break of dawn while the young men were sleeping off the prior night’s libation. Jason and Sam’s lucrative venture had just begun.

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Crown of Creation Chats

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Two Crown of Creation meetings planned. Sunday April 26 from 6-7 PM and Monday April 27 from 5-6 PM. Both times are US Mountain (UTC-7)

The Crown of Creation is a chat room for creative spirits. Discussions of favorite authors/artists/movies, our creative processes, busting through writers' block, whatever floats your artistic boat!

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Meet Me in the Rest Room

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Chat planned for Tuesday April 21 from 5-6 PM US Mountain Time. (UTC-7)

The Rest Room is a general topics chat room. You can bring up anything you want, from the book to affiliate marketing to ??? It's a free-for-all! The only rule is courtesy.

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Monday, April 06, 2009

Distrukshun of the Inglish Langwije

The Cheesemeister had a tic in her eyes for hours after reading the announcement for the Easter Egg Coloring party at the Gerri Atrik Retirement Community, which contained this advice:
Where clothing suitable for working with dies.

Sunday, April 05, 2009

WhoHub Interview

Lily Strange [lilystrange]
WRITING
What did you first read? How did you begin to write? Who were the first to read what you wrote?
I'm not sure how far back I should go with this, but as a very young child I was kind of precocious with reading. Not so with math, but that's a different story. The very first books that I actually learned to read were Dr. Seuss books at the age of four. That may not be particularly unusual, but I think that the fact that I started reading Edgar Allan Poe when I was six--and liked it, even though it sometimes gave me nightmares--might be a bit indicative of what inspired my enjoyment of the horror genre. My father was a professor of literature and this might somewhat explain my early reading habits. My first grade teacher was also very impressed with my writing and always encouraged me. She would ask me to help my classmates who were just learning to read and write.

What is your favorite genre? Can you provide a link to a site where we can read some of your work or learn something about it?
I actually like almost all genres, although its rare that I read romance. As for writing, I tend to prefer working with horror or comedy. The official website showcasing my published novel is http://www.lilystrange.com To read chapter samples, the best place is probably my E-Snips folder at http://www.esnips.com//web/MyChapters/ I do have a blog that is ostensibly for promoting the book, but it can wander off the beaten path and be more than a bit disorganized. However, should anyone wish to view it, they can find it at http://lostbeneaththesurface.blogspot.com

What is your creative process like? What happens before sitting down to write?
This probably isn't very helpful, but my creative process simply involves me saying "damn it all, I'm going to write now." My life is pretty chaotic and a fair bit busier than I'd like a lot of the time. I don't know how much this has to do with my being prematurely gray, but I'll go ahead and blame it on this.

What type of reading inspires you to write?
The classic horror novelists, such as Poe, Bierce, Lovecraft, and those works by Kipling that most people don't think of, but especially Stephen King. I've always appreciated the way he tells a story as if he was sitting down and telling his good friend all about the horrific experience that he had or witnessed. There is no arrogance with King's work. I've always tried to achieve that in my own writing, but can't be sure how well I've succeeded.

What do you think are the basic ingredients of a story?
The setting is important, the plot is important, but the characters make the story happen. Without interesting characters, a story remains only an intricate outline.

What voice do you find most to your liking: first person or third person?
It really depends on the story. I don't have a favorite between these.

What well known writers do you admire most?
Of the classic authors, I got to know Edgar Allan Poe when I was only six years old and have been a great fan of his work since that time. H.P. Lovecraft is the king of atmosphere, and I consider it a terrible shame that most people only know Ambrose Bierce for "An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge." This is a fine tale, but many of his others are equally good if not better and deserve to be read and enjoyed and in fact learned from in many cases. I also enjoy the works of Christina Rossetti. I was inspired by her poem, "The Goblin Market," at a very young age. Sadly, I know less about Rossetti's life than I would like to. I do, however, know that Poe, Bierce, and Lovecraft all dealt with adversity in their lifetimes and I admire them for perservering in their craft in spite of the strikes against them. Poe, of course, suffered from severe depression. Bierce was a veteran of the Civil War, and his experiences inspired much of his work. Lovecraft was a sickly child and suffered from depression as well. Of contemporary writers, Stephen King has been my favorite for years, but there are others that I admire the works of. I enjoy Dean Koontz and Brian Lumley. I work in the health care field and thus have a fondness for Robin Cook's medical thrillers. And though this is a bit of a guilty pleasure, I enjoy the V.C. Andrews books. Melodrama and purple prose aren't all bad!

What is required for a character to be believable? How do you create yours?
A believable character has flaws. The only seemingly flawless characters that I have ever created are used in comedic writing and tend to be the butt of jokes. A character may just come to me out of nowhere, but often I am inspired by looking at photographs. It is less the physical appearance of the subjects of the photographs that inspires me than an attitude or emotion that may be expressed. Most of my major characters were inspired by real people, though it is rare that the person who initially inspired the finished character will be recognizable in that character. Beyond the primary inspiration, I let the character create him/herself.

Are you equally good at telling stories orally?
No. I stumble over my words and make a fool of myself. I'm much better in writing than I am in person. Though if I know my audience and am comfortable with them, I tend to be able to present them with my ideas better than I would with an audience of strangers.

Deep down inside, who do you write for?
Myself, I suppose. More specifically, for my younger self who had such big dreams. Although my works tend to be morality plays of sorts, and it is my hope that I can impart my message to my readers and thus somehow make a positive change in the world. I hope that doesn't sound tremendously arrogant.

Is writing a form of personal therapy? Are internal conflicts a creative force?
It is absolutely a form of personal therapy. When I was younger I used it to soothe the pain of being bullied at school. I resumed writing again after a number of years when my marriage started breaking up. I don't really end up incorporating stuff that happens in my life at this point because it's just too boring. I more tend to go back to ideas that I had previously and expand on them.

Does reader feed-back help you?
I actually tend to avoid reading reviews. The ones that I have read have been mostly positive and the negative points were voiced in a constructive way, so they were helpful. However, I am so sensitive to mean types of criticism that I could have ten good reviews, and if the eleventh were absolutely scathing, it would upset me for a month or more literally. So I do find constructive criticism helpful, but I am so very fearful of encountering the other kind that I tend not to seek feedback. This is probably a lousy attitude to have, but it's self-preservation.
Do you participate in competitions? Have you received any awards?
I generally do not participate in competitions and the only award I've received is the "Well You Finally Published it, A-Hole" award that I gave myself back in 2007. For whatever reason I did sign up to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. Because the material that I publish professionally is horror, the manuscript that I work on for them will be comedy. I don't really believe you can compete against anyone but yourself in the arts. Everyone's tastes are different. What one person enjoys another may despise. I don't have any need to be better than other people, just better than I was the last time.

Do you share rough drafts of your writings with someone whose opinion you trust?
This will sound strange, but my ex-husband is my editor and I do trust him to be an objective critic. I share them with him.

Do you believe you have already found "your voice" or is that something one is always searching for?
I think I've found it. If I haven't, I'll delude myself that I have. I'm old and tired. I don't have it in me to keep searching.

What discipline do you impose on yourself regarding schedules, goals, etc.?
I try to write at least one chapter a day at least four times a week. My "real life" schedule doesn't allow me to sit down and write for 12 hours at a go these days. I have to take it where I can get it.

What do you surround yourself with in your work area in order to help your concentrate?
Sorry, but I could die laughing at this question. I'm broke. My work area is the same dilapidated couch that I sleep on. I'm usually surrounded by cats. The walls in the ole trailer are thin and I always hear noise from outside. I have type II bipolar disorder, so concentration and me are something of polar opposites anyway. But if I have an idea and I get working on it, like Larry the Cable Guy said, I just Git 'R Done.

Do you write on a computer? Do you print frequently? Do you correct on paper? What is your process?
When I was younger I insisted that I would NEVER EVER EVER!!!!!!! work on a computer. Now its the only way that I do anything except jot down ideas. Things change. My process is to grab the laptop, put it on my lap, and Git R Done!

What sites do you frequent on-line to share experiences or information?
I have some blog friends. I also sound off (translate: rant) at my blogs, Creative Crabbing (http://amoeboidfungus.blogspot.com) and Lost Beneath the Surface (http://lostbeneaththesurface.blogspot.com) Other than that, I lurk about on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/people/Lily-Strange/1653291128 (...) ) and occasionally MySpace (http://www.myspace.com/bloomingpsycho)

What has been your experience with publishers?
They suck! That's mostly a joke, but seriously, I'm not the sort to paper my wall with rejection slips. I'm too old. I used a POD publisher, Outskirts Press. (http://theminiurl.com/ed50) I will be using them again for my forthcoming book.

What are you working on now?
The prequel to my current novel, Lost Beneath the Surface.

What do you recommend I do with all those things I wrote years ago but have never been able to bring myself to show anyone?
Whip 'em out and start working on them again! You never know--they could mushroom from a boring two-dimensional gothic romance into a previously unknown and utterly terrifying thing that has a life of its own... Well, that's what happened to mine, anyway. Seriously, get them out and look them over. Show someone you trust. Some of them may be fine the way they are. Others you might be able to work into something else. And then publish them. Life's too short to worry about who might think your work isn't "good enough." You have something to say, so say it. Life would be boring if only a certain kind of voice was ever heard.

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Signs of the Apocalypse

This discussion, found on My Yearbook, lets me know the end (at least the end of sense) is nigh.

two of the most famous authors of today.
Steven King and Stephanie Meyer.
I, myself have read some of both their books, and honestly, i like them both.
King's books are more sophisticated, but can be confusing/hard to read.
Meyer's books are easy, romantic (some of King's are too), and capture you away in her story.
so i wanna see who the public (of myyearbook) think of these two. so who do you like better and why? just leave me a post and lets chat.
:D!

Comments:(5) ViewAll | Post Comment
April 4, 3:57 PM
Meyer is pretty good, but she's not even in the same arena as King. King is a literary genius.... (more)
April 4, 3:32 PM
right.
sometimes in King's books i get confused with the way he writes, but he's still amazin.
April 4, 3:31 PM
I like both but to me it's easier for my imagination run wild with Meyer's books