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Saturday, September 14, 2024

Ducks


Glorantha & Ducks

Sorry for the long delay in posting, been working on ducks. Now now, before you run off in boredom, these aren't your average ducks. They're role-playing ducks! Still bored? Okay, well then I would suggest you just run along because it's going to get pretty duck-heavy in these here parts.

So I do editing for a bunch of fine folks, mostly games, but not all. Drew and Neil are two gentlemen behind numerous game supplements for use in the Glorantha setting from Chaosium. The most recent release is Book 4, Volume 1 in their Duckpac series. 

I contributed so much to this manuscript they decided to list me as one of the authors! How cool is that? But they really do deserve all the credit. I just polish their genius so it shines like a diamond. If diamonds shined. Which they don't. But that's neither here nor there. Sorry, the science teacher in me came out for a second. But if you've read this far and are still interested, go grab a copy, either pdf or the good ole-fashioned paper stuff. 

Link: Duckpac Book 4, Volume 1


More about what it contains in the next post!


Maybe one more thing. I am trying to step up my online game and thus have created a simple logo for this blog. And here it is!



And even a little moving one!


Sunday, August 25, 2024

Door Number Green

A short story for today and some artwork. 

Door Number Green is a short story based on a prompt. 

The butterflies at the bottom are from my daughter, drawn for another release.


*~*


Door Number Green


Moses pounded on the door. His po-po knock, as his wife called it. It often came in handy in getting people’s attention. He needed it now. Desperately. He shifted his burden, pounding again with weaker, icky thumps smearing red across the green paint.

“We don’t—”

“Open the door!” he roared. “I’ve got wounded!”

The door swung open and Moses fell in. Someone dragged him and his ward into the foyer before slamming the door.


Moses woke, blinking rapidly at the harsh light. He was on a bed in a small room with one closed door. On one side was a nightstand beside an elderly gentleman in a wheelchair at the bedside. On the other side of the bed hung a bloodbag and saline connected to his arm.

“Where is she?” Moses tried to rise, but a gently placed hand and the tourniquet still in place encouraged him to stay put.

“Somebody did you good, my man.” The old man’s voice was a raspy whisper.

“Where is she?” Moses repeated.

“She’s recovering. Same as you. It’s a miracle, it is. My nurse can tell you more. We heard the news of course but we didn’t believe it. Can you blame us? All the fake news out there these days. Where was she?” The man’s milky eyes glimmered with hope.

A soft knock at the door was followed by the entrance of a large male nurse. Moses caught a glimpse of his gear in the hallway. 

The nurse talked as his hands busied themselves, checking bandages before pausing at the windlass. “Hi. My name is Sam. I’m Mr. Johnson’s home health nurse. I patched you up best I could. Luckily you and Mr. Johnson are both O+.” Sam undid the strap holding the windlass in place. “Now this is going to hurt.”

“No shit.” Moses took a deep breath, which confirmed at least one broken rib. “Do it.”

Moses groaned as his leg began to tingle with returning pain. The agony was raw and monstrous but tolerable.

“I gave you Dilaudid earlier. Let me know if you need some more.” 

Moses shook his head. 

“Your plates stopped most of the rounds, but I counted eight new holes in your body. That is not good for your health.” Sam redid the tourniquet, winding down the windlass and securing it in place. The minute of blood flow soaked several of the bandages around Moses’ calf. “Bad news is you’re probably going to lose the leg below the knee. Good news of course is now you’ll have a matching pair.”

“Where is she?”

“Was she at the park?” Mr. Johnson asked. “I always imagined someone would find her there.” His hands shook. “Tell me.”

“She’s in the kitchen. A few injuries. She’ll be fine. You did good, Moses. Some will call you a hero. Of course, most won’t. Boy did you pick the right house at the right time. I was just getting ready to leave when you pounded on the door!”







Sunday, September 25, 2022

New Release Coming in time for Halloween!

Hello All you Cute Bats & Mittens!

I have a new short story coming out, just in time for Halloween! It's part of a Wolfsinger Publications anthology titled Never Cheat a Witch.


The prompt for the anthology revolves around the idea inherent in the title: cheating a witch is a bad thing to do. I took that idea and wrote a story about a village that needed help in dealing with a witch they had wronged. Titled Isabella the Eldridge, the short story is filled with magic, werewolves, magical trees, faithful villagers, loving grandparents, and witches that hold grudges.

Here is a piece: 

Amidst the waste, slop, and vile run-off, wrapped up in old rags, looking like nothing more than another pile of refuse. The Old Blind Woman. They say she gave up her sight to punish someone who wronged her. A last, desperate trick. What-ever the truth was, it was plain to see she was a witch with nothing left to lose.

I crouched down beside her. A rat screeched nearby, annoyed at my presence no doubt. “Megarith?”

The pile of rags shifted. Moved. Muffled, a coarse voice whispered, “She needed the babe. Powerful magic in a babe.”

“What?” I asked.

“You were about to ask me what she needed the baby for. Or have we reached that part yet?” The Old Blind Woman yawned, stretched. “Dark magic.” She unfolded her legs and lifted a rag off her head. I saw the stories were true. Deep scars surrounded empty sockets. What a mess. The patchy remains of her thick eyebrows danced like hairy warts as she grimaced and scrunched her face. “After being roasted in an oven, together with a few other savories, and then ground to powder and ashes, she would use the material in certain spells and potions.” She sounded as if she recited a treasured family recipe for pot roast. “Or she could have wanted to transform the baby into something else.” A wrinkled hand reached up and wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.

I fell back on my butt, stunned.

The rat chittered and squeaked.

“Yes. He should know better. Never cheat a witch,” she cackled. “They will make you rue the day and the night for the rest of your short, pitiful, life. Trust me, I should know.”


There are a lot of other talented writers in the anthology as well. I'm looking forward to reading their stories. The titles look intriguing. Below is a table of stories and authors:

Acts of God, by Ian Kitley

Skulls on a Shelf, by Jodi Rizzotto

Better than Gold, by T.W. Kirchner

Law of Spells, by Lea Storry

Subscribed, by Louise Zedda-Sampson

No Age Restrictions, by Danielle Mikals

Fair Trade, by Dominick Cancilla

Dream Weaver, by Wendy Harrison

Can’t Be Done, by Elle Hartford

Dwarves, Donks, and Death, by Brian MacDonald

Mike and His Three Lives, by M.A. Lang

Book and Key, by J.L. Royce

Isabella the Eldridge, by Frank Montellano

Hex, by Clark Sodersten

Paper Mage, by Sandra Unerman

Controlling the Kudzu, by Bailey Finn

The Friar and the Turnip, by Christopher Wortley

How to Steal a Spell Book, by Mirabelle Poppy

The Frog and the Princess, by Jean Martin

Marigold at Midnight, by Tyree Campbell

Learning Something Useful, by Joyce Frohn

Night Work, by Rose Strickman

Breaking Down a Cursed Sandwich, by Ray Daley

Paybacks a Witch, by Harriet Phoenix


For those interested, my title has a deeper meaning not mentioned in the story. Isabella the Eldridge is a mangling of Isabella the Elf-Bridge. The title witch is friendly to elves, functioning as a sort of connection between our world and theirs. If I ever write more of the tale, there is plenty to work with. 


All for now,

Frank





Saturday, April 2, 2022

Descriptions & Time Capsules

It's been a quiet bit of time on this blog, nearly a year, but for good reasons. I've been busier than usual and reflections and expansions of the written sort have taken a back seat.

So let's catch up on some news, eh? I have two new stories out! One is my typical fantasy fare, good stuff and I'm proud of it. The other is a piece of realistic fiction. Also good, and also proud of it. You can find both stories in the Time Capsule anthology released by Wolfsinger Publications.

The first recent story is called How the Wish was Won. It was based on a selection of time capsule contents. While there is no one single protagonist, there is a brave and gallant knight, a possessed soldier, an unpossessed soldier, a mysterious underground creature, and a woman of the woods, along with some elvish lore and an ancient outpost in the deep forest.
Here is an excerpt:

Five seekers quested for their Heart’s Desire. One from the east, one from the west, and two from the south.
The fifth seeker, you ask? No cardinal direction guided its way. Its dark path twisted and turned in the unlit underground. And yet it too quested, the same as the others.

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The whole idea of hiding something away fascinates me, especially with the recent find of not one but two time capsules beneath a civil war statue scheduled for movement elsewhere. Time changes, changes more than anyone can predict. The stories hidden inside this anthology were written with this idea in mind, that things change over time. Authors were given lists of time capsule contents to choose from, with no clues as to why the items were originally sequestered. With a list and nothing else, they came up with fantastic stories that bear a tangential tie with the original depositors, as discovered by the notes from the capsule content authors at the end of the story.
For those who wish a peek behind the writing curtain, my two stories evolved in very different ways. For How the Wish was Won, I ran the story by a few readers, including my youngest daughter. An interesting note is that all readers so far have come away with a different idea of the ending! What will you find when you buy it?

Here is another sneak peak at How the Wish was Won:

Sanders and Palmer dug into the black earth, occasionally stopping to vomit. The ground came away in shovelfuls. The men looked at each other with insane glee. They would find the treasure!
With a wounded retch of rotted roots, the earth caved in, throwing them into a hollow nestled among the roots of the trunk.
“What in God’s name?”
They coughed and hacked as the air cleared. By the sunlight they noticed a small tunnel leading away.
“Drag marks. Look. Someone got here first.”



My second story in the anthology is The Importance of Things, a piece of realistic fiction. Unlike the first story, this one came fast and furious. Deadlines are great at inspiring lazy writers and Carol Hightshoe is a wonderful motivator! Although not fully noted in the story, it is located in a particular place within the continental United States, and I hope readers from the area will recognize it. The people at the heart of the story are not real though. They are, like most literary inventions, fictitious blends of various characters I've been or have had the misfortune and/or good grace to stumble across. I hope I did them justice.
Here is a sneak peak at The Importance of Things:

“Daddy found it in the backyard.”
“Yes, well. That’s where I buried it. Forgot about it back there.”
They both stared at it.
“What is it?”
“It is a time capsule.”
“Time? Like a clock?”
“Don’t they teach you nothing in schools these days?”
“I’m only in second grade,” Tommy said with a pout.
“No excuse.” His voice held an edge. Tommy cringed, but Grandpa Tom only ruffled his red hair.


What did Grandpa Tom bury in the backyard? Buy the e-book and find out! You can find both stories in the Time Capsule anthology released by Wolfsinger Publications. Other authors in the anthology include Deby Fredericks, John Lance, Dana Bell, and Ryan Kinkor.





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Never have I read a more accurate description:

"One woman makes a din, two women a lot of trouble, three an annual market, four a quarrel, five an army, and against six the Devil himself has no weapon."

Mad Griet, from the Flemish. Must use this somewhere in my writing.

Sunday, April 25, 2021

Inspirations & Motivations

A writer friend of mine recently asked two questions: 

1. Where do you get your inspiration and your motivation from?
2. What do you do with bits of inspired writing not long enough for a story? 

Inspiration and motivation can be found all around us. Movies for instance. 

Dr. Zhivago
Dr. Zhivago, a story of Russia in the days of the Revolution, wrapped around a love story. But it starts off so dark. In the opening scene of Dr. Zhivago, one of the characters says, "There were children in those days who lived off human flesh, did you know that?" 

Who would write a love story that starts off like that? A guy named Boris Pasternak, who was awarded the Nobel Prize but couldn't go get it. His life was something else, worthy of its own read. For example, the Russian government threw his girlfriend in the gulag for three years because they didn't like what he was doing.

Writer Stuff:
Inspiration and motivation can even come from simple knowledge. Like the following: 

MacGuffin: (n) An object or device in a movie or a book that serves merely as a trigger for the plot. I recently watched another classic: The Maltese Falcon. The statue at the heart of the plot is a perfect example of a MacGuffin. The whole movie revolves around this statue. Definitely inspirational. The Lord of the Rings anyone? Another series set around a MacGuffin. You can do it too!



Obvious State: A website with some excellent literary quotes and fantastic accompanying pictures. One of my favorite, which I was unaware of, was this gem: [Exit, pursued by a bear]. That's a stage direction from William Shakespeare's A Winter's Tale. I won't get any money if you follow the link, I just think it's a good site for motivation. Writers should want their writing to be good enough to be turned into a work of 'art art' to mirror the work of 'word art' it truly is.




French Opera
I absolutely enjoy having friends from all corners of the globe. It exposes me to so many things I would never come across. Like this: a small snippet of song, from one of my writer friends overseas (Howdy AJ Jon!). I reviewed a piece of work by him and some others and they inserted the following lyrics at the beginning of their story, which was about a girl who loved the opera. 

passons nos jours dans ces vergers, 
loin des amours et des bergers,
passons nos jours, 
passons nos jours, 
loin des amours et des bergers

[translated from the French]
Let's spend our days in these orchards, 
far from loves and shepherds, 
let's spend our days, 
let's spend our days, 
far from loves and shepherds

So simple, so powerful. Though I am a little confused on why the shepherds need to be distanced from, lol. The lyrics are from Pomone, considered to be the first truly French opera. Composed by Robert Cambert, Pomone premiered in 1671 during the reign of Louis XIV. You can get some more information and hear the song here. I guess the lesson here is to cultivate friends from far afield, and with different interests than yours, besides writing of course.



That'll do Pig. That'll do.
And lastly, one of the most powerful motivators comes a job well done. The following is a missive from one of my recent editing jobs (slightly edited for anonymity): 

"I started reading the first six chapters. I cannot believe how you have transformed my book. It is so much better! It just tells me how much I have to learn. I will finish reading it this week.

I would just like to say thank you so much. If the rest [of the book edits] are as good as the first six chapters, I am going to be a very happy man. 

I really can’t thank you enough. Let me know when you want the final payment and I shall send it to you. I look forward to working with you on my future books.

A very grateful [Author]

I am grateful to be able to work with such wonderful authors. He is a huge motivation for me to do my best! 

Now go forth and write!



Sunday, January 31, 2021

Dave Owens: How to Tickle the Muse

Howdy All,

Here, today, we have for your perusal another fine bit o' advice for you to chew on. Dave's the man. Learn his lessons well and you too shall prosper with the words. My only regret is it's not an epistle. Heaven knows I yearn for a good one of those. Ah well, maybe next time. Until then, feast your eyes on...


How To Tickle The Muse
By David Alan Owens

Unless you do the work, the world will never see your vision. -Jocko Willink

Today I wrote and revised for 3 hours. My usual activity for early morning. Not much actual writing today, but I scoured one of my stories in progress. I reset the anticipated plot, rearranged the sequence, researched clothing worn by the characters, pasted the images into my story for future reference, and deleted much of the material already written. I am never satisfied, nor should you be satisfied. When a writer becomes satisfied, he's made his first mistake.




Traits a good writer must pursue with vigor:

Writers must be great observers. We watch people, their actions, the little things about them, how they dress. We wonder whether their clothing fits properly. We store the data in our memories, because somewhere in the future, we know we will need the persons we watch to create memorable characters in our stories.

Does the person limp, walk with the aid of a crutch? Does the person strut the walk of self importance – keep him, you'll need him. Does the woman wriggle her hips when she walks, or is it the tall walk of confidence. The boy on the street. Is one of his front teeth missing? What is the appearance of the child's clothing. Readers will remember the child because of his missing tooth. Anything less than focused observation will cause the writer to write stick figures or cardboard characters.

Appearance and physical traits reinforce the character for the reader's pleasure. The same elements drive “Show Don’t Tell.” Ask yourself this question: “Do I love the character, or did I write them flat?” Love your antagonists as much as your heroes. Know all of your characters – write depth of character, and not poor images copied from movies we've seen. Create original characters. Originality is what sells.

We must become great listeners: To listen, instead of speaking, teaches us many things. We learn dialect nuances, speech patterns, rhythm patterns, oddities – a "lisp" for example, might well be usable in a story. Then we must write the "lisp,” because unlike movies and films, we must convert a characters' vocal traits into written words. Not an easy task, and one of the weaknesses I always find when I edit. No matter what your pursuit, when you listen carefully you learn. Turn your mind into a recording device. Store the information you hear in your memory. When one injects himself into learning, the power of the lesson vanishes. Ask this question when you write dialogue: “Does my dialogue read like real people speak? Do they all speak in the name manner? What variations do I employ to differentiate them from each other?”

Writing is art: The story is the core of our art, but it isn't art. Dynamic characters aren't art. Beautiful scenery isn't art. Plot isn't art, but a road map. The smart writer knows the map is not always the correct map. Why? Because a plot rarely survives the scrutiny of an editor. Create a solid Map and revise it often. Discard if the map doesn't take the reader where it should. Find the treasure, and don't randomly search for alternate routes. Find the true map during revision.

A simple change in a character can disrupt the plot. The process requires delicacy not force. When you force the story, you will always fail. I'm living proof.

 Writing is craft: Writing is also something more. We strive to master the craft, but we are practitioners in a craft for which there are no masters. Great stories require a balance between art and craft, but unless the two merge, the story may flounder. This is the point where edit and revision reside.

I’ve talked with writers who think an edit is revision. Well, sort of, but revision is far more difficult than an edit. Proper revision is a destructive process. Destroy and rebuild.

What is an edit? Edits involve a broad scope of knowledge. Grammar, word choice, and punctuation rule the edit. Some forms of edit involve story only. Line edits probe deep into the words and structure, and revision hovers alongside the editor, but the line edit is not a revision. Complete the laborious spelling and grammar check. Solid inspection is a must. Technical elements. Examine the technical aspects of your writing. Edit without mercy. Edit with vengeance. If you don’t, an agent or publisher will know. Most editors and agent can recognize the quality of a manuscript in just eight lines. Eight lines. Those first few lines tell the agent/editor everything they need to know about your style. Is your style strong, does it help create a great hook, or is it dependent upon common weak techniques copied from other writers?

Revision. Now comes the time to “kill darlings.” In revision everything is “fair game.” In addition to the ever-present editing factors, revision digs deeper. The process is intense. Question everything to make sure the writing, characters, setting, plot, plot structure, grammar and punctuation is the very best you can do. It’s a tough process and consumes much time if you revise properly. Avoid shortcuts. Get it right and you’ll find that elusive “satisfaction” maybe. Does what you’ve written reveal the true story you intended?

Originality: Vibrant writing holds the reader. Hemingway said, “Motion is not action.” What’s the difference? Sometimes the line that separates the two is narrow.

Examine this sentence:

“I’ll get some,” he said going to the refrigerator, opening the door, taking out a bottle of milk, and opening it.

Everything after “he said” is motion and an awful dialogue tag. Stick with said or asked.

Action version. Notice how word count and interest increases.

“Hey. Get me some milk,” Carol said. “I put a fresh bottle in the fridge yesterday.”
Jack wanted to say, “Get it yourself,” but he changed his mind. Like an obedient servant he went to the refrigerator and opened the door. The pungent odor of rotted vegetables assailed him. “Yuck. When’s the last time you cleaned this thing?”

“Just get the milk and quit your whimpering.”

(Did you notice the second sentence Shows instead of Tells?)

Don’t revise for yourself. Revise for the reader. Always for the reader.
Your first reader may be an agent, editor, or publisher. Your story reflects who you are as a writer.

Don’t skimpgive ‘em a five course meal with dessert. Cheesecake anyone?

-Dave Owens




Thursday, December 31, 2020

The Year of Bad and Lorelei

31DEC2020 - 01 JAN 2021

It's typical to do an end of the year post, right? Well, I haven't posted in a little while, so not only is this a 2020 wrap-up, but it also contains a few other subjects that have been waiting for me to publish. It's a good thing I haven't posted in a bit, means I've been busier than usual.


The Year of Bad

This year...ugh. Started out pretty normal and then, the news started talking about a novel coronavirus. From China. I remember in March, listening to an African-American say, "I'm not worried about COVID, my Auntie told me Black people don't get COVID." 

Little did we know back then. 

I wasn't able to go to my normal work for several months, in fact all the way to summer. COVID meant more work as I adjusted to working from home, at least trying to. Learned a few new tricks, not bad for an old dog.

Summer was a time of worry instead of relaxation and renewal. What would Fall bring? And then when I was able to go back to work, I had to wear a mask all day. That was, is, a lot. It's not 'wear a gas mask for 8 hours' bad, which I've done before, but it is an extra distraction. Try talking through a mask for seven hours a day. 

We still have toilet paper in the garage, and Clorox wipes, just in case another shortage hits. Kobe is gone. Our Christmas Tree ornament this year is a "dumpster fire" ornament. How appropriate.

In authoring news, I re-released a short story this year (The Legacy), an expansion of a previous release. One of my favorite stories actually, and one I hope to revisit again in the coming years to write a sequel or a prequel. I had so much fun expanding it that I might do the same for a few other stories. 

I have a few short story commitments to fulfill at the beginning of the year, one about dragons! Another one is about a time capsule, and a third one I can't say anything about yet, but it's right up my fantasy alley. I'm real happy to work with a publisher I've worked with before.

The short story compilation I am planning on releasing is still in the works, but my energies this year have been focused more on editing. I did several editing jobs for various clients this year, and am finishing out the year working on two more of them. All met with satisfaction and actually earned me more than my writing did this year. They were a lot of work. But of course editing is writing as well, as the editing jobs included all levels of editing, from straight proofing and copy editing all the way to developmental editing, structural editing and marketing material/blurb writing. I even did some decent graphical work. I really have to get back into that. I love graphics. 

A piece of graphic work that probably won't see the light of day anywhere else (from The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer): 


And yes, it's all spelled correctly, at least for the English of that time. It's about as legible to us today as textspeak would be to Chaucer. I can't imagine what English will look like in a hundred years' time.

So some good news and bad news. Good news, authoring/editing revenues are up. Bad news, not much of my own material released this year. I hope to release more next year! Come on 2021!

A bright spot of news in the Year of Bad! Wolfsinger Publications is ramping up publishing again! The owner, editor, publisher, wearer of all hats, Carol Hightshoe, is amazing and wonderful. She has some calls for anthologies out, and is releasing several books this year!

Another indie press outlet, one I haven't worked with yet, is Black Hare Press. They have several interesting anthologies out, but some of them are only available to authors they have published before. 

Piece of secret knowledge for today: Dryads become air elementals after the death of their tree...They fly away fly away fly away free. Anyone who tells you otherwise is One of the Unknowing...

Picture for today: A scene from the ancient tale of Tristan and Isolde. Various spellings, languages and details aside, it is a tragic tale of love and betrayal. One of my favorite adaptations is actually a science fiction version of Camelot in the future that incorporates the doomed pair (Camelot 3000)! Here the two title characters are getting ready to drink a love potion together. For those interested, this picture is free to use, according to the Wikimedia commons. 


No resolutions for the coming year. Bring it on!

Love to all, hope your New Year is in all ways better than the old year! Salud!