So, I missed a recent writing challenge, wherein the sea/water figure(s) strongly in a piece of flash fiction. Here’s one of the writecrafts from that. Hope you enjoy it, and wishing you all a creative, peaceful, and productive week. [P.S. Read on ’til the end, Macduff.]
I’m pushing away the pagefright and digging into new territory. Hence, this post. Entirely too long, most likely.
But first, a quick summation might be in order, just so you know where things stand. Everything sucks.
I’m only kidding (mostly).
2015 was ho-hum, if not depressing, globally and personally. I won’t go into unpleasant details. I’m sure many of you remember much of it.
Even with all the good that did actually happen (and that I’m also not going to list), I feel comfortable in closing the book on 2015.
So, then, taking a page—alright, alright, tearing it out, cackling, then running away mischievously—from Donna’s deftly delivered book-o’-blogging (at yadadarcyyada), I’m starting this 2016 post off in song.
But, really. Think about it a moment. What more does a writer want than to be read (or heard, as the case may be in our postmodern podcast era)? In a very real way, the writing process can be viewed as an artful partnership. It’s art, true, but there can be a palpable aspect to writing, whereby the fruits of the process lead to an exchange of a vision-product (e.g., the book, anthology, short story, podcast file, or novel) with a reader or listener. Many writers, therefore, like to be at least partly mindful of audience. For instance, novelist and WordPresser Curtis Bausse (One Green Bottle, a mystery; French Sally) talks about knowing the target audience vis-à-vis the promotion of your work.
So it is that, with the heralding of a new year, I turn to my readers (and viewers) and ask the open-ended question of what do you want to read (or see) more of here. Leave a comment, tweet me, e-mail me [wordsmithery[dot]email[at]gmail[dot]com], send a smokeless signal, or use semaphore if you wish; I’d love to hear your feedback.
In the meantime, a few stats to amuse or amaze you.
Leigh’s Wordsmithery blog had 40 posts last year (2015) and was viewed approximately 2,400 times. Coincidentally, this mimics the blogger’s lifespan. No, I mean the 40 (years, not decades).
The most visited post was a book review of Robert Okaji’s then-new poetry chapbook, If Your Matter Could Reform. Check with Bob himself, at O at the Edges, to find out the latest, greatest way to purchase this peregrination through regret and remembrance.
I don’t have this aspect statistic-ified, but I’ve read hundreds, maybe thousands, of WordPress blog posts this year and commented on as many photographs, ideas/concepts, and stories or novels-in-progress as possible. This was very fruitful, enjoyable, and educational, although I didn’t keep count. Likewise, the number of books I read this year, which, whatever it is, is entirely too few; however, I think I probably should try to be better about demarcating those. [To wit, as of Jan. 4-5: I’m reading Atul Gawande’s “medical literature” title, Better, and a book of writing exercises that was a gift to me from the kidlets.]
This blog’s author also submitted manuscripts various and sundry on 37 occasions (of those logged; there are probably a couple lost to disorganization) in the calendar year 2015. Of those occasions the results are (as of 4 January 2016): 1 hit (aka, an acceptance, publication forthcoming, 2017); 27 misses; 1 non-response; 1 presumed defunct; and 7 results pending.
In the past year on this blog and in freelance submissions, the author has written about the following:
- A Santa transposition
- Surviving abuse
- Xylophones and amnesia (separate prompts)
- A murderous granny
- A murderous insect-like alien, possibly female
- A murderous wife (notice a theme emerging?)
- A transgender alien riding a “hydrocycle” in a dystopian future
- Time travel to the “Christmas truce” of 1914
- 6.66 days of thrilling fiction [on the blog], including Michael Myers Halloween/Halloween fanfiction; marking the longest (8-day) posting streak
- Wolfish shapeshifters
- A hearing-impaired superhero
- Nature and gardening (inclu. introducing the Garden Avenger)
- Literary fiction on a dysfunctional family plagued by racism
- Infectious diseases galore!
So, the question remains: would you like to see anything in particular on this blog? Not like to see something? Not care either way? Inquiring minds want to know and writing operators are standing by to log your input, like this pale but cheerful one (on the left, the one with the pen)! If you’ve got an opinion, please feel welcome to share it. And I do hope you’ll come back sometime soon.
From the anthology Ides: A Collection of Poetry Chapbooks, available at Amazon, and featuring WordPress’ own, poet and blogger Robert Okaji.
And two lasts, but certainly not leasts:
I move therefore I eat therefore I move some more . . .
However you might be celebrating this season, if at all, I wish you the very best.
What in me is darkIllumin, what is low raise and support;That to the highth of this great ArgumentI may assert Eternal Providence,And justifie the wayes of God to men.–John Milton, Paradise Lost, Book 1 (1674 publication)
It’s been a long time since I’ve read my Milton, but I’ll say up-front that I recall no zombies in this English poet’s masterwork of blank verse, “Paradise Lost.”
Which is precisely where Jack Flacco’s latest zombification can come in handy. Ranger Martin and the Search for Paradise is the concluding book in Jack’s trilogy. It is also one that I hope those of you interested in speculative fiction writ large, or horror in micro terms, will consider buying. When you do, you can be pretty assured you’ll be supporting a self-publishing small-business owner, father, husband, and cool guy who likes to wax philosophical on his blog about everything from fierce female protagonists to hellacious heroes, vile villains, and freedom f(r)ighters of just about every stripe.
Paradise-hunter Ranger Martin and his motley crew of teens and other dogged dispatchers of the undead are now available through Amazon in ebook form for your Kindle or in paperback.
From what I understand, the novel begins in media res, at gut-level as it were, and will continue to gnash and gnaw its way through you as you travel amid the fast-paced narrative. But don’t take my word for it; Jack has amassed an expert team of reviewers who’ve given their critiques, connectable through the link here.
I can’t wait to read it, and what better time than October? Consider this book happily at the top of my beloved to-be-read pile. Better read than (un)dead, right?