Read them all: The Costumer, The Merchandiser, Vivified, Behind the Walls, Hallowmas & Midwinter. #weirdfiction #darkfantasy #horrorfiction #scifi #postapocalypticfiction
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Thursday, May 16, 2013
WRITING REFERENCE #5
WRITING
REFERENCE #5 - This post is part of a series devoted to writing reference. For
what it’s worth, this article poses ‘questions’ about short stories then
provides ‘answers’. For many, entering a short story contest or seeking
publication in an online magazine, are great ways to gain exposure. Don’t have
the time to write a novel? Write a short story instead and use that as a
publication credit! Even if you decide to self-publish (as opposed to going the
mag or contest route) start somewhere, there’s no excuse to not get your name
out there, if you call yourself a writer. As a reminder, I have listed all of the posts
in this category, see below.
1.
Beginning
Writers Answer Book
2.
Selling
Your Work Online
3.
70
Solutions to Common Writing Mistakes
4.
Fiction
Genre Descriptions
5.
How
Do I Write & Sell Short Fiction
6.
Query
Letter Clinic
7.
Online
Tools for Marketing and Promotion
Monday, May 13, 2013
SIRRON NORRIS ART - These pics represent some works of art by Sirron Norris displayed in public spaces in San Francisco. Enjoy!
#ChadSchimke #SanFrancisco #ArtGallery #SFMoma #VisualAid
#Picasso #Haring #Koons
#Warhol #Calder #Lichtenstein
#ReclaimedRoom #Gallery1044 #LowerPolkArtWalk #BayBridge #CityArtGallery #Bansky #SirronNorris
#Solis
Saturday, May 4, 2013
BAY BRIDGE LIGHT SHOW
BAY BRIDGE LIGHT SHOW – To many, the Bay Bridge is the lesser
known and less glamorous sibling, of the Golden Gate Bridge. Watch today’s post,
which includes a vid clip of a LED light show, marking the bridge’s 75th anniversary. The
light display amplifies the upcoming America's Cup as well as the opening of
the new Eastern span.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
SHORT STORY REVIEW THE EVOLUTION OF KNOWLEDGE SHORT STORY REVIEW
SHORT STORY REVIEW THE EVOLUTION OF KNOWLEDGE SHORT STORY REVIEW - In New
York, two foreign men (Italian and German) share either side of a wall, living in
an apartment building, with their families. On weekend mornings, the children
run and bounce balls, which disturb the neighbor, setting in motion a series of
interactions. There are negotiations, compromises, agreements and violations
which are discussed--in public and private--amongst each other, as well as with
their friends. In the big-picture, The Evolution of Knowledge by Niccolo Tucci
is a statement on Fascism, changing morays, discipline of children and
post-World War II renewal. In the small-picture, the short story is framed within
the context of an ordinary dispute between neighbors that is told with charm
and simplicity. In either sense, it draws upon the fact that good fences make
good neighbors. In that light, I am reminded of Frost’s poem: ‘Mending Wall’.
Sunday, April 28, 2013
ODE TO SPRING
ODE
TO SPRING – In April, the first Cherry Blossoms bloom and birds flit about--where
cold rain gives way to successive days of clear skies--prior to the onset of
June gloom. This time of year my memories revert back to a more pastoral time of
life, with high meadows, box canyons, mountain jays, mule deer, gnarled juniper
and Indian paint brush … of a high altitude Continental Divide. When I’m feeling
wistful, I sit on my outdoor balcony, overlooking Glen Park, in San Francisco. When
I’m there; I see any number of finches, squirrels, hummingbirds and even the occasional
fly. I’m always surprised how few flies, mosquitoes or mayflies are here in the
city. Spring symbolism holds deep meaning as I’m reminded (once again) that I’m
a country boy living in the big city. Perhaps that’s why I will always be
sentimental for garden gnomes, hummingbird feeders, seed cakes, sweet pea vines
and bird baths. A mini-vacation (if only in my mind and only for a moment) far
away from a landscape of zero lot-lines, streets with pot holes, storm drains
that flow into the bay and handi-cap accessible ramps etched into sidewalks corners.
‘Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, singest of summer in full-throated
ease.’ Excerpt taken from Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats circa 1819.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
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Monday, April 22, 2013
THE COMPLETE NEW YORKER
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
THE COMPLETE NEW YORKER - Billed as ‘The Nation's Greatest Magazine’, I purchased the binder of eight DVD’s (with every page from 1925 to 2005) for pennies on the dollar. Don’t pay full price! Go to Amazon and buy a new or used set. What has ‘The Complete New Yorker’ got that no one else has got? More short fiction than you can (probably) read in a lifetime. As an English major, in my first year at state university, I learned the gold standard of the short story was contained therein. In the almost thirty years since, I’ve turned to the New Yorker, time and time again. Load a DVD on your laptop, to carry decades of issues with you, to travel wherever you go. A short story is the perfect choice to read in a single sitting, while commuting by train or by plane, for example. Treat yourself to the very best international writers literature has to offer. If you’re a hard-copy person, print single pages, I recommend you adjust your printer settings, to significantly darken the text. My single criticism of the DVD set is that the printed pages are faint and the text is not crisp. Regardless, there is no better way to browse literature in a more economical, compact or readily accessible format. This is truly the best of the best!
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Tuesday, April 16, 2013
Saturday, April 13, 2013
MENDING WALL
Mending Wall by Robert
Frost circa 1914
Something there is
that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors.
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors.
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