Flash Friday #4

(oops, a day late)

The Beast Wears Faces

There was a cave. A cold, wet cave. I shuddered as I walked the lonely road up twisted paths to reach it. I could hear the air coming up from the cave like vast gasping breaths. I climbed the narrow path, where few had been before.

I had a question.

The cave was a gash cut through the mountain face. An ugly underbite. Broke stones lay scattered about the opening. I looked inside and saw nothing but darkness. A rancid smell crept up the stones. The breathing of the cave grew quicker.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hello?…hello?…hello?…hello?…hello?…Hello.” The last echo rebounded strong in the darkness. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

“I need something from you. Something important. The people in the village. They said that you could help me. That you would for free.”

The cave’s breathing grew excited. I heard water trickling in the darkness. A voice answered. “Hello. Yes. I can help you, sweetie.” The voice sounded vaguely feminine. Only my mother ever called me sweetie.

I shivered. “And it’s free?”

“It is free,” the voice said. Around the voice, the cave breathed. “But just because there is no price does not mean that there is no cost.”  A thick black liquid began to trickle up the rocks. The foul ichor crept towards me. I thought I saw something moving in the dark. I could hear stones moving down below. “What do you want? I will do it for you, sweetie.”

 “I want to write a book, but I don’t want to spend the time writing it.”

“Oh.” The cave heaved in ecstasy. “I have written many books. I will give your book to you.” I thought the voice sounded familiar. Maybe like my mother.

There was no doubting it now. There was a thing in the cave, and it was coming for me. The ichor gathered around my feet, a sticky sludge. More came out of the cave, now flowing like a stream and filling the spaces between the rocks. Only up, against gravity.

I spoke my idea, hoping it would make the ichor fall away and set me free. “My story is about a young farmer boy who leaves home and goes on to save the world.”

“Fascinating,” the voice crooned. The figure was almost out of the cave. “That sounds so interesting. I will write your book for you an you can have it, and make money from it, and everyone will love to hear your interesting idea.”

The figure stepped from the cave. It wore the face of my mother, but I knew she was back in the village. It spoke with my mother’s voice. Tendrils of ichor attached to her back, pulsing.

“You’re not me mother,” I said, my voice weak.

“No, sweety.” It smiled my mother back at me. Tar oozed between its teeth. “She came to me last week to learn how to make lemon squares. I thought you would like me to wear her face. She paid the cost, and you will too.” The voice changed until it sounded like mine.

My mother’s face melted, reshaping until I looked back at me.

“This is the cost of your laziness. I will forever wear your face. I will forever speak with your voice. I will be you forever.”

I breathed a sigh of relief. So little? “Okay. Give me my book.” I held out an impatient hand.

“So be it,” I said to me.

I walked back to the village, thrilled at my success, as I stood in the cave mouth, watching myself walk away.

The Quest #18

Numbers. Up one. I feel more confident with my reworked query letter.

A friend of mine recently read through the book I am querying and gave me notes. I will be turning the notes into an improved book over the coming week. That means that my book is going from draft 3.55 to draft 4.

As I try to find the way I edit, I think I have liked the way I have done this book. Draft One is just writing the book. Draft Two is just a read through. I go through, fix the grammar, and write down what I think about the book. Draft Three is fixing the errors I noticed. Then it goes to friends I can bully into reading it. Draft Four will be their notes.

So that’s it for the Quest this year. I learned a lot, got many rejections, and got started on a quest. I was very nervous to start blogging and querying, but got into it over the year.

Thank you for reading,

Michael

Flash Friday #3

The Last Pope

The penultimate election had been contentious. Naturally. In the old days, the elections had been a fight. People died. Of course, times changed and so did the church. The process was established. More politics, fewer daggers. But then, times changed so much. Suddenly, there weren’t as many Catholics around, or any one of faith really.

The new and enlightened age. People lived the same as in every other age, but they thought themselves advanced.

So there were fewer and fewer Catholics. Ten years ago, all of them had been Cardinals. One by one they passed. Popes came and went. Rapid fire. They had three Johns in as many months.

Then there were two. The arguments they had lasted years. They needed a majority, and one would not give it to the other. There was a motion to enfranchise the only nun and make her a Cardinal.

That one failed. Tradition, even in the face of the end.

After five years, one of them gave up. He reasoned that his opponent was in worse health. He could wait. John LXVI was elected.

A day later he was buried.

One Cardinal was left. He won the election unanimously.

What I read this year

So here is the list of the books read this year. Last Year I read a lot of Terry Pratchet, until I felt I had done everything I wanted to. This year I listened to a bunch of books, but read many as well. With more books on Spotify available on my plan, I listened to two audiobooks at a time and had something on my bed table to read before bed. I almost read as much as I did before Covid, when I had a book for bed, a book for the train, and a book for other times.

This year I have read more Brandon Sanderson and found that he had much the same effect on me as always. Safe fantasy. It’s like watching a Marvel movie. A steady 7/10. But I did listen to other fantasy as well.

It would probably have been wise to record what I thought about these books when I read them, but I didn’t and I just have to write down what I remember about them. Oh well.

These days I feel myself following my mom’s reading pattern. I’ve read so many more biographies now than I did growing up. I read these lives and pick up details to fold into my own writing.

  • Captain Sir Richard Francis Burton by Edward Rice

This was my favorite book of the year. Rice recounts the life of Francis Burton, Victorian spy. Reading this book filled my mind with images of dusty cities and men who aren’t supposed to be in them. I highly recommend reading this book, though you will learn about rather disturbing practices in the places he explored.

  • The Arms of Krupp by William Manchester

What a book. The Arms of Krupp recounts the history of the weapons manufacturing family. It began with a Mr. Burns type and then quickly devolved into characters each worse than the last. The history of steel and the modern world. Not only did they build weapons, but they made America’s railroads. A particular image that struck me was Alfred Krupp blithely watching the approaching Allied bombers come to try and slow his slave empire. I would listen to this book as I fell asleep some times, which led to a weird feeling as I listened to Nazi war crimes. Fantastic book about evil people.

  • The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain

A good book, sure, but I enjoyed it less than Tom Sawyer. Reading the dialects in this book is an experience. Tom Sawyer was a funnier book, but this one had some profound paragraphs that were worth reading the entire book for.

  • Mistborn: The Alloy of Law by Brandon Sanderson
  • Mistborn: Shadows of Self by Brandon Sanderson
  • Mistborn: The Bands of Mourning by Brandon Sanderson
  • Mistborn: The Lost Metal by Brandon Sanderson

I’ll just review the entire series as one. I enjoyed the second Mistborn series much more than the first, which really lost me in the later books. That said, I felt some characters were very similar to others written in his other series. Enjoyable, but they feel very similar to one another.

  • Warbreaker by Brandon Sanderson

This was a good book. I think I like it better than all but the first two Stormlight books. The world was interesting and the layers of conflict. Good characters and a good plot. Did not feel like other Sanderson stories.

  • Before they are Hanged by Joe Abercrombie

I read the first book of this series years ago, and so in coming back I ha high expectations. However, I was very disappointed in the resolution of certain story lines. Even the exciting siege was over midway through the book and the characters went on to do nothing interesting. I understand that this is a Grimdark series, but I didn’t think it would be so on the nose. I don’t know if I will read the third. I mean, I probably will, but it will be some time before I do.

  • The Lies of Locke Lamora by Scott Lynch

A really liked this book in the beginning, but my interest waned as it went on because of the tonal whiplash. Beautifully written and fun but the wheels fell off by the end. I think it was missing a little bit more heisting.

  • The Influence of Seapower Upon History by Alfred T. Mahan

A very old book that changed how people thought about warfare. I learned a lot reading this book. Unfortunately, the latter half is taken up with a recitation of naval battles meant to illustrate the points, but which just sound like an eager schoolboy taking about his favorite battles. I like reading old books and seeing what they have to say about the world at the time, so this was n my wheelhouse.

  • The Kiss of Night by Mark Wukas

A book written by my high school English teacher based on his life as a reporter in the eighties. It was a good read, and felt connected to the books he loved teaching. It is a modern book, by which I mean the movement and not a contemporary one. I’m proud of him for getting his book published.

  • Mysteries of the Middle Ages by Thomas Cahill

An interesting history book about the middle ages, which I love, but I think the book fails to deliver on its initial promise. Instead of charting the rise of the modern world through the transitional age, the book talks more about interesting people who made an impact on their world. Interesting little pieces, but not an enthralling history.

  • Hamlet by William Shakespeare

I listened to a performance of the play as I find it very difficult to read plays. For some reason they don’t hold my interest. The best part of reading Shakespeare is hearing those phrases that have become world famous and part of our lexicon. I think I would enjoy seeing a performance of the play better than I like the audio version.

Going into next year, I have two goals. To read more American literature such as Steinbeck (who I never read) and to read Greek plays. It just feels right. I’ll see what happens and what I feel, but I imagine there will be more Sci-fi and Fantasy as well as biographies, but who can say.

Thank you for reading,

Michael

Flash Friday #2

Beep

Ernest’s back hurt. It hurt most days. He pulled it somewhere in his youth and it never recovered. Some days were better than others. Today was bad.

He was sat at his desk, alone in his office. Office was a generous word, really. It was a blank white room without a window. A single door behind him which was locked from when he came at nine until he left at five. There was a toilet in the corner, which was always kept stocked and clean.

Ernest liked his little toilet.  He was the only one who ever used it.

The light on the far wall burned green, accompanied by a harsh, thin beep. He put down his book and looked over his desk, finding the little button marked green. Pressing it, he turned his attention back to his book.

He looked over to his sandwich, then checked his watch. Two more hours to lunch.   

Most days he never got more than a dozen lights, for which he had enough money to send the kids to school. He had the best job in the world.

Beep. The light flashed green again.

He answered it, settling back.

Beep. Red.

Beep. Red.

Beep. Red.

Ernest sweat as he relayed each light. It just kept coming. Hitting the button usually turned off the light, but the light kept flashing.

Beep. Red. Beep. Red. Beep. Red. Beep. Blue. Beep. Red. Beep. Orange. Beep. Red. Beep. Red. Beep. Green. Beep. Red.

His chair began to shake.  It wasn’t him. It was the whole damned building. The lights kept flashing faster than he could think. In the distance, something roared. Ceiling tiles fell free, one landing in his toilet and spray water over his room. The buzzing beep didn’t stop, it was just a solid, hateful sound.

Red. Red. Red. Red. Green. Green. Green…Green…Green…Green.

Solid Green.

The shaking stopped. Lights swayed from the ceiling. He felt a warmth deep in his bones. But the light in the wall stopped beeping.

Ernest grabbed his sandwich and ran for the door. He had to find what had happened. He had to get home.

He reached the door.

It was locked.

The Quest # 17

Posts have been wonky with Thanksgiving, but should be back to normal going forward. I over ate and lost a bowling competition, despite bowling a Turkey in the warm up round.

I have one new query using my new query letter. Let’s hope it works out. I feel it is stronger now. I workshopped it with a friend to make it better.

I have not attached my newsletter or done anything with it and that’s for a good reason. While workshopping my query, I mentioned it to my friend and she asked why have one if all I was going to do was repackage my blog posts into a newsletter. She said that every service I use should have its own distinct message and content (that is a word I hate). So I will be rethinking my plan for a newsletter, even if I like how the service I have builds an audience. It would also have cost money to integrate it with wordpress, and that wasn’t worth it right now.

Oh well.

Onwards with the Quest,

Michael

The Quest # 16

One query sent. One rejection. I don’t have a whole lot this time around as I have spent much of my time editing various works. This is the first time that I’ve queried this book as a typical fantasy, so we will see if that works better.

This might also be the first time that I’ve queried someone with an established list. At a guess she had sixty clients. Not sure how it will go, but interested to try the big guys.

The Quest continues. Thanks for reading,

Michael.

Flash Friday # 1

Oops

The Aliens came, a grand fleet descending to earth. Thousands of ships, all together. They came to invite us to the stars. They gave us means to travel faster than light, and medicine that cured cancer in a day. We celebrated for a full week, ready to take to the stars.

We showed them everything. We taught them baseball and soccer, we took them to the movies, we gave them Rubik’s Cubes, we fed them sausages.

But then we showed them how sausages are made.

Disgusted, they left, taking everything back. Now we sit on an island in a silent sea, knowing the depth of the waters, dreaming of sailing, but unable to build a ship.

Quick note

Just a quick note this week.

Phase one of the website redesign is done. I’ve done the home page and the quintology page. Now everything has a cleaner look. I will post the first chapters of some works and short stories from now on.

I don’t use social media much, but that’s the next part. Attaching it to the website and using it is next alongside finally getting the newsletter up and running.

The Quest # 16

A single word might be holding me back. No new numbers this time around. The reason why shall be clear in this post.

I have the newsletter up, and I have been designing what will be the newsletter soon. I plan to write the newsletter less frequently than the blogs. I’m not putting out a sign up quite yet because in the next week I will be doing a redesign of my website. I want to clean it up and put some more writing on it. Once I do. I will have the newsletter up and running with it. Then I can roll out the whole redesign all at once.

Recently, I had a long sit down chat with a friend of mine who generously took the time to read the start to the book I am shopping. The Worth of a Stone.

I wrote this as a cozy fantasy using my understanding of the genre. I think Miyazaki is very cozy. My story starts with some violence and the characters try to heal their trauma (which is extensive and terrible). I thought this was cozy.

My friend disagreed. While the story was cozy and comfortable, it wasn’t in the genre called cozy. Cozy fantasy the genre is about forty thousand words less than my manuscript. Its chapters are short and snappy and the conflict is small.

I think my book fits in the themes but not the style. So it could be that in calling my book a cozy fantasy in my query letter, and giving my more typical fantasy intro chapters, might be causing a disconnect with agents.

There are two solutions. One, form the first two chapters into a single one and change them around, dropping most the detail and saving it for a flashback.

Second, stop calling it a cozy fantasy for agents. Call it a more traditional fantasy and just let it be a nice, comfortable ride. I would still need to trim up the first chapters, but the hack job would have less.

I think I’ll probably do the second one. I’ll try querying as a more typical fantasy. I think that will work better for agent’s sensibilities.

Thanks for reading,

Michael