LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS DO TO IN 2013: NO. 37

Lake Overholser  Adventures on the S-curve if life is what I called my husband’s Ural International Rally on September 7, 2013.  His latest and greatest toy is a Russian 2006 Ural motorcycle with a side car.  Being a member of IMZ – Ural club, he learned about the rally and decided to see what he could accomplish in a short time.  There was a list of things to do on that day – sort of like a scavenger hunt.  http://nationalrallyday.com/score_roster.php  For each event you checked off the list you earned a number of points.  He was on his bike for over 11 hours and traveled approximately 214 miles.

Starting with breakfast in Enid, he and a buddy took pictures of the places they traveled during the day with the bike in each picture. 012 The sidecar was first occupied by the friend’s son and then later in the day in Edmond, he picked up our grandson for a ride.  They traveled to places of historical significance and took pictures of members of the military or law enforcement, old trestle bridges, and found a surprise along the way near Crescent.  Hidden from normal view was a 1940 Waco plane where they spoke with the owner and took a picture.  007It’s easy to make friends along the way with what my husband calls “The Ural Factor.”  It is an unusual bike to see in Oklahoma and always attracts attention.

He was tired and sore but I knew he wouldn’t have traded it for anything.  The day turned off very hot which didn’t help his travel, but later in the evening he sat in his recliner, cool and showered with a smile on his face. Life is short – get out and enjoy it.018

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 36

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Much like my guest blogger, Aaron Smith a few weeks ago, I can’t decide and stick with a writing genre.  I’ve written love stories, children’s stories, fantasy and horror fiction.  This week when my writing club said write a 150 word story – in your genre – about insects, I stood there with my mouth open.  I told my husband what the assignment was and he said “incest?”  Men never listen.  But, anyway, I was still in shock about the idea of my genre even though I was glad I didn’t have to write about incest.

So, I wrote four stories in the four genres that I usually write in, and they are about insects.  I don’t know which one to use.  Here they are:

 FAMILY LIFE

She rubbed her antennae against his and chirped in surprise at how rough it was.  Her’s were always smooth and soft.  The rubbing became more urgent as the feelings increased; then afterwards they collapsed into each other’s front legs in the hole they had dug in the ground.  The place the new larvae, yet to hatch, would sleep.

The new  young were their responsibility, ones that they took seriously.  The children would soon join them as they marched to the picnic grounds to feast. They would never be alone again.  New lives, theirs to mold and teach; they would show them the best leaves to munch when the picnics were scarce, how to carry the crumbs from the tables, never to climb inside the sticky jelly jars no matter how wonderful they smelled, and always run from giant boots.

Ah the joys of family life.

 SUMMERTIME BUGS

The little girl watched the red bug with black spots as it crawled across her finger.  The tiny feet tickled as they moved along her hand and up her arm.  She giggled.   Muffin raced around the back yard chasing his ball.  He would bark at it because it was trying to get away and then nose it when it didn’t move.  Soon bored with his games, he trotted to the shade of the big tree to lie down at Sally’s feet.  She stared at the thing on her arm.

Laying his head on the corner of her dress he looked up at her as she laughed.  The ladybug crawled up her neck and was approaching her face when it flew and landed on Muffin’s nose.   He looked at it with crossed eyes as it walked across his fuzzy nose.  He sneezed and it flew into the warm afternoon.

 FAIRY GAMES

On tiny fairy wings she flew across the lawn and spied the gray multi-legged creature under the leaf.   She was looking for the object of their sport.  Reaching down she touched it with her hand and it instinctively rolled into a ball.  Just what she needed.  She scooped it up into her hands and flew away with her prize to the field where the other fairies waited and tossed it into the center of the group.  A whistle blew and the games began – kicking and rolling the ball toward the goal post at the other end of the field.  Each side had a chance to make the goal if the other did not block the shot.

The games continued into the evening when the fireflies came out and then the fairies yawned and flew home.  The grey creature unrolled itself and began to crawl back where it came from.

THE LABORATORY

The grasshopper hopped in the door behind the man in the lab coat and then to the other side of the room.  It was cool here in the brilliantly lit room with bubbling beakers and whining machines of every type.  Electricity pulsed between rods as the scientist flipped the switch.  And that was the last thing the grasshopper knew until he felt the pressure of the roof against his back.  He grew until the building around him cracked and fell away and he was once again outside in the heat of the day.  He knew only one thing he was hungry.  And he leaned down, picked up the screaming man in the lab coat and bit him in half.  Blood dripped from his insectile maw as he crunched the bones and swallowed the cloth coat with whatever was inside it.  Afterwards he hopped away looking for another meal.

Insects will never be the same.  Which one do you think I should use?

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO FOR 2013: NO. 35

three musketeers  Old friends are the best.  I’m not saying that new friends can’t be good too, but the ones that have been through thick and thin with you – the good with the bad – are the ones that you keep at the top of your list.  They’ve seen you when you’re up and they’ve seen you when you’re down.  But still, they keep seeing you.

Such was the case this weekend when we attended a surprise birthday party for my husband’s best old buddy.  Someone he has been friends with since grade school. These three old friends (sorry honey) – the three musketeers – were together again last night in honor of a milestone birthday.  My husband, the one in the red shirt, and the other two old geezers have known each other since the first day of grade school.  They’ve been through school days, marriages, divorces, births, deaths, job changes, financial changes and life in general and still came out the other end as friends.

They sat around the dining room table last night with friends and family and a great steak telling stories of their glory days, some of which were probably true.  If they were true it is a wonder I have two children.  It is a wonder their father survived long enough to become a father.  But the friendship is what really survived so long.  It is a wonderful thing to have a friend for life and live to talk about it.

Happy Birthday Stan.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 34

aaron-smithMany thanks go out to my guest blogger this week Aaron Smith. His work has appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines. He has written stories in the mystery, war, western, horror and science fiction genres.

His latest works include:

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JUMPING GENRES

“Now you’ve written a horror book? But you wrote mysteries…and that jungle story…and a western. Why can’t you stick to one thing?”

 I’ve been asked questions like that many times. Some people seem surprised that I can’t just stick to writing one type of story. Maybe this comes from the fact that so many well-known writers are considered to fit mostly into one category. Stephen King, for example, is usually referred to as a horror writer, even if his work does sometimes border on other genres. So some people seem to assume that a writer should find his niche and stay inside it.

Why would I want to do that? Working in different genres is too much fun! I enjoy reading books of different genres, watching movies from different categories, being in different moods on different days, so it’s natural that I would want to write about different things. And also, my mind tends to go where the work is, and I’m happy to be the type of writer who can adjust to various genres. This way, if a publisher wants a mystery, or a horror story, or a piece of science fiction, or whatever, I’m pretty sure I can deliver.

Of course, that doesn’t mean every genre comes easily to me or that I enjoy each one equally.

The Sherlock Holmes stories I wrote came quite quickly to me because I was so familiar with the characters of Holmes and Watson that writing in Doyle’s world was like revisiting an old friend. After Holmes, mysteries in general come to me pretty easily, at least as far as coming up with a basic concept goes. Ironing out the details isn’t always so simple.

Horror comes pretty fast too, as fantasy also does because those genres allow a writer to create a world in which almost anything is possible (as long as he consistently sticks to his own rules once he’s established them!). Science fiction is a bit more difficult since it has to focus more, at least to some degree, on how things work rather than just the fact that they do work.

And then there are certain genres that I deal best with under pressure. A couple years ago, I was asked to write a western story for inclusion in The Masked Rider Volume 1, from Airship 27 Productions. I agreed to do the story, but wondered if I had done the right thing since westerns have never been a favorite genre of mine and I wasn’t sure if I could come up with something good enough. But it happened! The fact that I was obligated to do that story forced the mental wheels to turn and I came up with an idea and finished the story and, to my surprise, that story, “The Long Trail of Vengeance,” got one of the best reviews I’ve ever had. Considering how well that turned out, I’ve tried, a few times, to write another western, but I can’t seem to get it to work! Apparently, that’s one genre where pressure is needed to provide inspiration.

But my point is that I love jumping from genre to genre and I don’t think I could ever stick to just one type of story any more than I’d want to eat the same thing for dinner night after night after night.

Thinking about that, I realize that jumping from genre to genre requires me to vary my approach and writing habits from project to project. This has been a busy year for me as I’ve had six stories published so far in 2013, including a novel and a novella with two more novels to come before the year is over. So now that I’m on the subject, I’m thinking about how each of those four pieces was different from the others as far as the experience of writing them went.

Earlier this year, Quatermain: The New Adventures was released. This book contained two novellas, one of which I wrote, about the 19th century jungle adventurer who first appeared in H. Rider Haggard’s King Solomon’s Mines.

Allan Quatermain is the second most famous character I’ve had the privilege to be asked to write about, after Sherlock Holmes. When handling characters made famous by previous writers, I try to keep two words in mind at all times: respect and essence. The truth is, when a reader buys a book in which modern writers continue the exploits of a character who’s been entertaining audiences since before those current writers were born, in most cases they’re not looking for an Aaron Smith (or whoever the new writer is) story, but a Holmes or Quatermain story. In these instances, the character is the primary attraction, and the author is not. Readers don’t want my version of Quatermain. They want something as close as possible to the original. These are fans of H. Rider Haggard and I have to respect them and Haggard himself. That’s where essence comes into the equation. I must identify the qualities that made Allan Quatermain an effective character in the first place and stick to them! Quatermain is a small, wiry, muscular man with a prickly beard and a sun-beaten face. He’s not a young man. He was fifty-five in King Solomon’s Mines. That’s the Quatermain I wrote about. He’s a skilled hunter, an expert marksman, and can be a forceful but fatherly figure to the younger characters around him. That’s how I see Haggard’s character and I tried to keep him that way. I can’t write like Haggard or like Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. To try to mimic their styles too closely would be dishonest, as that’s just not who I am. But it’s my responsibility to maintain the essence of their work.

Borrowing other writer’s characters requires restraint. Some writers are tempted to alter such characters into something they weren’t originally. I refuse to do this. I have too much respect for those who created great fictional characters like Holmes and Quatermain. Those characters border on archetypal status now, more than a hundred years after their initial appearances. Who am I to mess with that?

Last month saw the publication of my spy novel Nobody Dies For Free.  I was thrilled to finally see this book out because I’d wanted to write something in that genre for a very long time.

Writing this one was a very different experience from working on Quatermain. In this case, I was writing in a genre I’ve loved for most of my life, but trying to give it my own unique feeling. I have many influences in the spy genre, from James Bond (novels and films) to John Le Carre, Tom Clancy, and the British TV series Spooks, among others. What I wanted to do in this case was identify the essence of what makes all those spy stories work and use it to tell my own tale. This approach allowed a lot more freedom than working with a previously established character and was an interesting exercise in taking the standard ingredients of the genre, swirling them around in the cement mixer of my mind, and seeing what came out. The book’s protagonist, Richard Monroe, shares some qualities with Bond and Jason Bourne, Bryan Mills (Liam Neeson in Taken) and various others, but I hope he stands on his own too as he’s become one of my favorite character to write.

Shortly after the release of the spy novel, I began the final round of edits on Across the Midnight Sea (due out later in August), which is my second vampire novel and the sequel to 100,000 Midnights. This is the project on which I felt the most freedom. I won’t say it was easy, because writing a novel always has its ups and downs, but I was reentering familiar territory. I already knew the major characters and had a previously formed world in which to work. This is the series where I really get to weave different types of story elements into one whole fabric. The first book had its moments of bloody horror, a love story running through it, and some science-fiction and fantasy ingredients too. The second book begins with a mystery and goes to various other places as plot points are revealed.

There’s also a personal element when it comes to my vampire books. Of all my characters, Eric, the protagonist, is the most like me. He’s a lot like I was when I was in my early twenties, at least before he starts to change due to the pressures of being involved in the affairs of vampires. Not that he’s wholly based on me, but he certainly is to a large degree. I’ve had some great reactions from those who have read the first one and I hope they feel the same about Across the Midnight Sea.

And my final big release of 2013 will be Chicago Fell First, which will be out around Halloween and involves zombies. This will be my third project, but first full novel, with a wonderful publisher called Buzz Books. I also consider it my first pure horror novel. While the vampire novels certainly fall into the paranormal category and have some pretty gruesome horror scenes, Chicago Fell First goes further into darkness and tragedy. I enjoyed making that leap, being a bit more ruthless as a writer. Also, unlike the other books I just talked about, this is not meant to be part of a series. I intend to write sequels to Nobody Dies For Free. I’ll keep the vampire series going as long as people want to read it. I’ve already agreed to do another Allan Quatermain story. But Chicago Fell First is a standalone novel. With no need to plan futures for the characters, none of them are really safe. Who lives? Who dies? I’m not revealing that here!

So I’ve had a lot of fun this year bouncing between different genres and types of stories. As I said before, I’ve been advised on several occasions that I should find one thing that works and stick with it. I don’t think so! Unless I wake up tomorrow as a drastically different writer, a drastically different human being, I’ll continue to do exactly what I’ve been doing: jumping genres.

All the books mentioned in this post can, or soon will be, found on my Amazon page at   http://www.amazon.com/Aaron-Smith/e/B0037IL0IS/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1374366653&sr=1-2-ent

Most of them can also be found at http://www.barnesandnoble.com/

For further information about my work, visit my blog at                                      http://godsandgalaxies.blogspot.com/  or follow me on Twitter as @AaronSmith316

Sincere thanks to Peggy Chambers for hosting me today!

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 33

cherokee strip    I’ve been working on my first attempt at a western short story.  And what is more western than the Cherokee Strip?  And since I always write strong female protagonists, what if the wife rode in the land run while her husband worked at the land run office?

She looked up at the sun, her hat tied down snug around her chin.  “It’s almost time.  I love you Steven, now go to the back of the line and stay with your pony where it’s safe.  Remember, give me a couple of hours and then come join me.”  She hugged her only son and sent him on his way.  She mounted the bay with her skirts around her settling into the stirrups and adjusting her clothing.  She had to be ready when the gun sounded to race her horse to the place they had picked out.  If someone beat her to the first place, they had another picked out that wasn’t as prime but would make a living for her and her family.  A new beginning.  Robert was at the land office as an attorney and she was staking a claim for the 160 acres she and her family could receive for free if they could make a go of the farm. 

She looked at the clear blue skies as far as the eye could see.  She had never seen such beauty.  The sun was hot and the ground was dusty with sage brush growing all around.  The immense rugged prairie had a beauty of its own with purple wildflowers blooming beside prickly cactus.  She pulled her hat further down to shade her eyes from the intense sun and tensed as the riders beside her did the same – and then the gun sounded.

Image what it must have been like on a hot day late in the summer running for your future and your family’s.  Cherokee Strip days are right around the corner on September 16.  You know how hot Oklahoma can be around that time of the year.

This is fun.  I’ve never tried to write a western before and think I like it.  What do you think?  Have you ever written a western?

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS FOR 2013: NO. 32

Monument_Valley.JPG JPEG 0540074266    I’ve been invited to write a western short story.  Well, me and about a million other people.  Bret Cogburn, http://www.brettcogburn.com/ western writer, is having a western short story contest.  It is not his first.  He invited members of the Oklahoma Writer’s Federation, Inc. to enter his contest last year.  The contest was a four-sentence western.  Winners would have their name and “flash fiction” published in the back of his latest book and I was one of the winners.  I have not seen the book so I can only assume my story has a place in the latest publication, but obviously I now have a place on his email list.

I received an email from him this week (maybe you did too?) stating he was having another contest.  This one was a little longer – a western short story anywhere from 10 to 30 pages long.  He also called me a “bad ass writer” (well me and the other people on his email list, but I am sure it was directed at me).  Evidently that is all it takes for me.  The cogs started turning and I began to formulate a short story in my mind.

I don’t normally write westerns, but a discussion has been making the rounds on OWFI about whether or not to use pen names for different genres.  I said I would continue to use my own name for whatever genre I wrote and there were others who stated they used different names and why.  But, I still like to try new genres now and then.  So, maybe it is time I tried westerns just for fun.

My story will probably have a female protagonist, most of them do (I wonder why?).  But I have some ideas popping up in my head.  I think I’ll use the idea from my four-sentence western and develop it a little more.

Here is what won the first contest – my very short western:

The sharp pain in her belly hit again stopping her from chopping the weeds from around the cotton.  The oldest rode to get the mid-wife, but she hoped to finish the row before she had to quit.  The stew, bubbling over the fire helped to warm the rising bread.  Dinner would be ready when he came in from branding.

The American west was a tough time for women and men and even children.  People were tough or they would not survive.  I don’t know if I would have made it to adulthood.  But it can make for some interesting story telling.

Wish me luck with the next western story that will be a little longer than the first.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS FOR 2013: NO. 31

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The Enid Symphony Center presents

Summer Wine

a series of free events in the Enid Symphony Center on Tuesday evenings in August

The Maestro, the Missus and the Minister present Always!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013        7:00 pm          

 A “DeLovely”  concert of classic American love songs  by Irving Berlin, Cole Porter, George Gershwin and others featuring Douglas and Lawana Newell  accompanied by Andrew Long at the piano.

 

Poet Sharon Frye and Friends

Tuesday, August 13, 2013      7:00 pm

 The poetry of Sharon Frye appears in “the first cut” Issues 6 & 7 “Between Earth and Sky,” recently released by Silver Bow Publishing. Her poem “Risen Heroes” will be inscribed on a sculpture for first responders, commissioned by Dean Thompson of Dallas, Texas. Sharon is in collaboration with Irish narrative artist, Eabha Rose, in spoken word and audio productions. The Galway Review

The Enid Writers Club: A Harvest of Words

Tuesday, August 20, 2013      7:00 pm

The Enid Writers’ Club is a collection of multi-talented artists writing in various genres.   Laugh, cry or be terrified as writers hypnotize you with the subtle art of storytelling.  The EWC is the oldest writing club in Oklahoma with writers ranging from published novelists to poets to storytellers who just love to make you sweat.  Writers include, Chantell Tiatrakul, Dennis McDonald, Karen Evans, Lucie Smoker, Marsha Kay Oldham, Jim Arnold, Martha Draper, Paula Benge, Mable Carpenter, Hugh Hairs,  and Peggy Chambers.

Joe Lamerton The Art of Hand Carved Furniture

Tuesday, August 27, 2013      7:00 pm

 “My passion is design. My specialty is hand-honing unique and elegant chairs and tables custom fit for each client. Each heirloom-quality piece is strong and useful, but also classically beautiful, meant to be used for generations.”

 Complementary Wines provided by Park Avenue Thrift. The Enid Symphony Center is located on the Fourth Floor at 301 West Broadway.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 30

wine bottle waterer   I’ll bet you think I came home drunk last night and fell in the flower bed.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  It was not me that was drunk but the pots, notice how they lean at angles?

Actually, I was following a tip from a friend who said to use 2 liter soda bottles and push them into the soil to water the plant slowly at the roots.  It conserves water and keeps things hydrated when you are away.

But wine bottles are cool!  Especially the colored ones like blue and green.  There are even a few red ones out there.  And, they have long necks so they can be shoved down into the soil to remain upright and not falling over in the Oklahoma wind. Maybe I could have at least taken the label off.  But, just dig a hole next to your plant the size of your bottle neck, fill the bottle with water and place it in the hole.  Water will leak out as needed.

It seems the top flower pot on my “crooked pots on a stick” is always dry.  It is small and at the top of the pole so the water runs down into the other pots.  So, I thought why not put the wine bottle in the pot to help keep it watered?  I also have them in the front yard around a new azalea that I am babying and the front of the bed that gets a lot of sun and is always dry.  They are colorful and serve a purpose.

I plan to put the plastic ones around the tomato plants in the back yard.  They aren’t as eclectic but they do provide water to thirsty plants in the middle of the summer.  My husband mentioned putting a pipe or hose in the hole first that would keep the water bottle from falling over.  Good idea.

Try it.  Your plants might like it especially with the summer water rationing that is starting up in my hometown.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 29

legal   My firm is in the middle of a big trial.  And I had forgotten just how exhausting that sort of thing can be.  I have been out of the litigation business for more than a few years and I was younger the last time I did this.

It is a three day trial and it took three of us and a hand cart to take all the documents to the Courthouse.  Our office is only a block away so there was no need for a car.  You can’t park much closer than that anyway.  And to make matters worse, the elevator is broken so we climbed the stairs.

Being the Legal Assistant, I don’t stick around for the bones of the matter but I am on call and worked many hours in advance getting exhibits ready and in nice neat notebooks so everyone had a copy.  My boss and the law clerk worked many more hours than I did.  Then at the last minute the order of the exhibits was changed and we took them all apart.  I still don’t know why.

I made countless trips up and down the block between our building and the Courthouse and ran around last week making sure my phone was in my pocket in case someone needed any thing.  I delivered lunch to the courthouse and afterwards it was mentioned by the court reporter that the courtroom smelled like burgers.  That happens when you eat on the fly.  I didn’t get lunch myself, but decided I would order an extra one next time.

We still have two days to go.  I will go in early, stay late and eat at my desk if I get to eat at all.  Not that missing a few meals would be a bad thing for me.  There are still a multitude of things to do back at the office while the trial itself is going on.  I spent a week at the Courtroom table with the attorney once when I was young and it was interesting, but grueling.   These days I tire more quickly than I used to, but the law has always been fascinating to me.

No matter which side you are on, a trial is a lot of leg work.  But, tired or not, I am still interested in the business and I guess I still like being a part of the system.  Wish us luck this week.

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LUCKY THIRTEEN – FIFTY-TWO NEW THINGS TO DO IN 2013: NO. 28

beach S Texas   I hit another wall this evening.  I spent the whole weekend working on my latest novel The Beach House (soon to be renamed Secrets of Sandhill Island).  I finished the novel at around 54,000 words but it needed to be 65,000 words.  It had some holes in the plot and needed some fleshing out in places and more explanations for certain scenes.  No problem I can do that!

I worked until I couldn’t work anymore. I wrote new scenes and introduced some new minor characters that helped to draw the plot together. Until I could write no more.  I had self-imposed word-count stress.  I had put the words on paper, but were they any good?  Did it help the story or detract from the main story line?  I didn’t know anymore and had to put it away.  Even though I met my goal and made the word count – almost – I had to quit and come back to it later.

The Beach House a/k/a Secrets of Sandhill Island is a great story about love and life the way it appears and the way it really is.  It is a romance suspense novel that I believe in and I am sure will make me happy in the end.  I just have to let it develop on its own and not push it so hard.

Writing almost 11,000 words this weekend is something new for me.  What did you do that was new?

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