I was raised in a family of storytellers. And when I say that, I mean that we put most voice actors and stand-up comedians to shame. You only have as much time as everyone plans on sitting around the dinner table, and you only have the floor for as long as your voice carries over everyone else’s…so whatever you choose to impart to the group, it better be GOOD.
Don Symons: Slash fiction is a kind of romance fiction that is written by and for heterosexual women …
Wrong.
“We think that writers writing to raise money for Clarion West makes more sense than writers running a half-marathon to raise money for Clarion West,” says Development Director Kate Schaefer.
And perhaps it is more my limitation as a reader than the limitations of the genre that leads me to wonder, if magic really did exist, and presumably always has existed all the way back to … when? the cavemen? did Neanderthals die out because they couldn’t do magic and Cro-Magnon could? … then history would not have played out just the same. Not really.
It’s a different sort of choice, though, from the one we’ve made before. Many of us would elect to remain forever in the blissful second trimester of our writing careers, proudly and publicly “expecting,” humming lullabies to an imaginary cherub without ever experiencing pain or disappointment
Some are unlucky at love. Me, I’m unlucky at learning. I dropped out of high school (once) and college (more times than I care to remember). I’ve never learned how to speak a foreign language, how to feel comfortable in a fancy restaurant, or how to do my taxes right. Hell, at the age of 37, I’ve still never learned how to drive stick.
One of the things we try to do is look to the future and so we’ve chosen to switch our book-selling affiliation to Powell’s Books, located in Portland, Oregon, where it occupies an entire city block.
Ofelia may well be a psionic superhero leading a dual life, or a frightened young woman coping with her circumstances in a somewhat unorthodox manner, or both. I held the two scenarios in equal regard as I wrote this piece. I may also have been subconsciously influenced by my Doc Holliday historigeekery—namely Doc’s desperation to go out in a blaze of gunfire rather than be laid low by a wasting sickness.
While I admire the way Robert Pattinson, who plays Edward Cullen, looks without a shirt, I also feel a little dirty and pedophiliac about that admiration in a way that doesn’t pop up when I’m ogling Ryan Kwanten, playing Sookie’s lusty brother Jason, strutting about in a pair of tight white briefs.
Alan Ball’s True Blood has returned to HBO with all its moaning cellos, berserker sex, and hyperstylized squick intact. The series, based on Charlaine Harris’ Southern Vampire novels, struck a chord with audiences in its first season, becoming HBO’s third most-watched show of all time, trailing only The Sopranos and Sex in the City.
