This article caught my attention, and it’s a good conversation starter. How much is just the fantasy of wanting to see attractive heroines in fiction, and where does it cross the line into being degrading? And from a man’s perspective:
Sometimes you hear a story that sounds so fictional it can’t be anything else but real. This is one of those cases:
I’m not sure who came up with the saying first, but it holds true.
A few years ago, I did an interview with Nancy Holder, author of The Wicked Series, several Buffy novels, and countless other books. One of the things that she told me (and I am paraphrasing) was that the fears of teenagers are really the same ones that we have as adults. Experience teaches you how to cover, how to look confident, but inside, an adult has the same yearnings as a sixteen year old.
I have been reading (and watching) a lot of teen drama lately. Partially because of an editing project that I’m working on, but also because I thought about Nancy’s comment. How many times do we have fears about fitting in, being alone, or finding that special person? Unlike braces and high school, those fears are never completely abandoned.
I think this is why teen related literature is so popular. It’s okay for a teenager to feel these things, and do it outwardly. Because a teen is inexperienced, their flaws and mistakes seem forgivable. And even endearing, in a way that wouldn’t for someone older.
And there is just something cringe worthy about remembering a time when you were not so grown up as you thought. Even if it does seem like that was last week…
Real life sucks.
Let’s face it, that’s the reason we (grownups) do things for fun. Movies, sports, hobbies of any sort usually have one thing in common. It’s a distraction from all the little things we have to do: pay bills, work, wash, repeat.
I have noticed that a lot of people (myself included) have had issues of late getting things balanced out. Work, play, obligations, family. It happens.
One thing to remember is that there are going to be those times when you just have to start from scratch. Best intentions, hard work, and good planning works most of the time, but there are still those instances when things don’t go smoothly.
What can you do? Breathe. Pray. Plan.
Meanwhile? Life goes forward, and while there may be problems simmering in the background, those cannot be the focus. Make sure you have some happiness, even with the tears. Have a smile. Remember good things, even if they do hurt. And don’t beat yourself up because things are not perfect.
©2011 Lori Titus
A few authors have been tagging each other on Twitter about why they write. Everyone has a different reason, but many of them strike a similar chord. This entry by Christina Vincent touched me. Click below to read it:
Jim Harrington asked me about what gets a story into Flashes in the Dark ezine and what …. doesn’t. Have a look at our conversation here:
In high school, she learned archery and was good enough to be considered for competition on a national team.
Favorite bands? Nirvana and Green Day. But she also listened to everything from classical to pop, and believed that keeping up with whatever was current kept you from getting old and stuck in your ways.
She encouraged the kid who lived above her apartment to keep practicing Guns’n’Roses on his guitar, even though he sucked in the beginning. She was happy to congratulate him when he finally nailed “Sweet Child ‘o Mine.”
She had two daughters, both of whom she inspired to write.
When she was about twelve, she decided to cut her hair into a short pixie style to get the Mormon boy from her neighborhood to stop flirting with her. She said it worked.
She said that she daydreamed a lot as a girl, and it was always about clothes. That gave her the desire to learn to design, sew, and tailor clothes, which later became her profession.
She hated mean spirited-people, small minded people, and anything that ended with an “-ism” or a “-phobia”.
She said that after her first date with a man named Sam, he sent her red roses. Her feeling? Ah, he’s okay. She said by date three, she liked him a lot. By date four, they were making plans for elopement. The next date was with the justice-of-the peace.
When she was a little girl, she had an orange tabby named Skippy. When he died, she went out and bought a new orange tabby, and proudly named him Skippy II.
In fact, Barbara was very much a pet person. She had dogs too, and could tell you stories about them. I remember the one about Jigs, the family mutt who learned to open a screen door by himself and understood how to obey traffic signals.
She was fascinated by astronomy and loved to read up on the latest theories about the planets, stars, etc.
She loved horror, especially B-movies. If a story didn’t contain space travel, magic, shifting dimensions, witches, or at least a saavy psychic, she probably thought it was boring. Unless it was a soap opera, which she said were good for comedic value.
Favorite shows? Twilight Zone, Quantum Leap, Bewitched, X-Files, Night Gallery, Buffy, Angel, and Medium.
And yes, she taught me everything.
I miss you, Mama.
©2011 Lori Titus
Many of you may remember last summer the sudden and tragic death of Jamie Eyberg and his wife, Ann. For those of you that may not have heard, Jamie was an up and coming fiction author who was well-known in the horror community. He was a friend to many, a good man who enjoyed his life with Ann and their two children.
Fellow horror author Aaron Polson has put together an anthology called 52 Stitches: http://tinyurl.com/4kl2kne
The proceeds will go into a trust fund for Eyberg’s children. One of Jamie’s stories, The Trouble with Gnomes, has been included as well.
Please pass the link on to others! And a big thank you to Karen Schindler of Pow Fast Fiction for getting out the word about this anthology.