Making It with FAE KIT

Start your day with Fae!

Making It With Fae Kit. Follow the adventures of a brand new writer. Laugh along as she learns all the lessons the hard way. Brand spankin’ new on Eat, Sleep, Write!

FAE5-sq6.17.14 — #5 — Fae vs. Feline II
http://eatsleepwrite.net/faekit5

6.10.14 — #4 — Fae vs. Feline
http://eatsleepwrite.net/faekit4

6.3.14 — #3 — Fae vs. Fae
http://eatsleepwrite.net/faekit3

5.27.14 — #2 — Fae vs. Spelling
http://eatsleepwrite.net/faekit2

5.19.14 — #1 Fae vs. Fonts
http://eatsleepwrite.net/faekit1

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Entries from my weekly writing blog on Eat, Sleep, Write:

6.14 RULES & STANDARDS
http://eatsleepwrite.net/rulesandstandards

6.06 DISCIPLINE
http://eatsleepwrite.net/discipline
The line between a hobbiest and professional writer

5.27 THE WRITER’S RIGHTS #2
http://eatsleepwrite.net/writersrights2
Second installment in a series of bite-sized lessons on copyright law.

5.21 Serendipity
http://eatsleepwrite.net/serendipity
Happy accidents, preparing for them, allowing them to happen.

5.17 Observations
http://eatsleepwrite.net/observations
Thoughts on character development and people-watching.

5.13 The Daily Grind
‘The Daily Grind.’  http://eatsleepwrite.net/dailygrind
Why the best time to write is when you don’t feel like writing.

5.09 The Writer’s Rights
A bite sized introduction to copyright law.
http://eatsleepwrite.net/writersrights

5.07 Humor Me
Writing comedy and how to do it.
http://eatsleepwrite.net/humorme

5.03 All Experience Required
Write what you know. Get out and live.
http://eatsleepwrite.net/allexperience

4.30 Ready or Not
Your light is green, you have the right of way.
http://eatsleepwrite.net/readyornot

4.25 Dangerous Learning
Self taught or educated. Keeping learning.
http://eatsleepwrite.net/dangerouslearning

4.23 Self Doubt
Examining the Impostor Syndrome
http://eatsleepwrite.net/selfdoubts

4.18 The First Draft
Shut up and write.
http://eatsleepwrite.net/firstdraft

A Book PKD Could Have Written.

I am not sure how I missed this one for so long. I never expected this, but anyone who knows me knows how much it means to me. Click over to Tessa B. Dick‘s site, read the quote and follow the link to her full review. I am astonished and ecstatic by her continuing support of my work. I have no words.
http://tessadick.blogspot.com/2014/02/a-book-that-philip-k-dick-could-have.html

If you are convinced already, head directly to the Little Shop and get your copy of Meowing on the Answering Machine today!

Writer’s Rights @ Eat,Sleep,Right

This morning I cover copyright law in an very basic, introductory manner. This subject is so misunderstood I think we need to start again from the top and take it slow…
http://eatsleepwrite.net/writersrights

Postcards from the End of the World

A new series for the twentieth anniversary of Postcards from the End of the World by B. Slogan, the  mad/opus masterpiece from last days of the last century. Recently unearthed texts all us to present the complete text for the first time ever, and I will be dissecting the texts and providing background information and extensive study notes and annotation.

https://postcardsfromtheendoftheworld.wordpress.com/

Humor Me — Eat, Sleep, Write

The Wednesday edition of my regular blog over at Eat, Sleep Write.
http://eatsleepwrite.net/humorme

Self Doubt on Eat Sleep Write

Today’s installment of my writing blog on Eat, Sleep, Write. Today we talk about self doubt, sometimes called ‘Impostor Syndrome,’ an all-too-common trait in creative people.  
http://eatsleepwrite.net/selfdoubts

The First Draft on Eat, Sleep, Write

AeswbannerHere is my offering for Eat Sleep Write called ‘The First Draft’:
http://eatsleepwrite.net/firstdraft

The Plastic Static

Static

Static

Damn. How did so much time get away from us?

It’s like one minute you are standing in the middle of a warehouse in the early nineties, high on cheap beer, brown weed, teenage freedom and rock and roll; next thing you know it’s a different century and a different world, and everyone is compartmentalized and plastic and isolated.

Yes, we are getting older. Some of us, not all of us survived.

And one has to wonder sometimes, who is the winner in this game? The ones who checked out early? The ones who missed so many years? Those of us left behind? To carry on, to trudge forth even as we see everyone and everything around us crumbling.

These days I’m not so sure.

I crawled out of a cave. I fell asleep sometime in the last century and woke up here. In a museum, in a cheap science fiction movie. Here, we are both the spectators and the spectacle.

This hallway is black. Not dark. Black. Light doesn’t dare traverse it’s expanse. There are glimpses of neon here and there, but it’s impossible to tell if they are real or hallucination. The absence of light makes the hallway feel immense, long, possibly unending. That’s another scary notion. Eternity. The thought that there may be no end to this.

And then we must ask ourselves again, which is worse? The eternal shuffling toward nothing, or the exit too early; the ones we have lost, who have fallen along the way. Are we sad they have gone? Or is it only us growing ever lonelier as they one by one depart?

I looked for you. I looked forward to reconnecting.

You wouldn’t recognize the place. Everything has changed since you left.

We’ve torn down nature and put up a plastic nature replica. It will last forever, and it doesn’t get messy like the real thing. We still aren’t sure if the birth defects are a direct result of the synthetic natural plastic alloy or merely a coincidence, but we aren’t letting it slow us down either way.

The streets are emptier too. You would get along a little better with less traffic, fewer distractions to fight for your attention. You see that’s where there was a bookshop. That used to be a record store. This was a Wags before it was a Perkins before it was a Bakers Square before it was the Sunshine Breakfast Club before it was finally abandoned and left to rot away.

This used to be the beach. Our beach. I wish I could say they left this one alone.

It almost feels the same, the yellow moon peeking down through slivers of cloud. That breeze that always hints of winter, even in August, always reminds you of how cold it could be.

As if it had any idea.

Nothing that lives or breaths or moves really knows anything of the true cold. The freezing. The motionless waiting, staring. Stuck in your tracks. So cold you can’t even feel it anymore.

It doesn’t matter, you wouldn’t recognize this anyway. It is not ours. This is no longer the world we knew.

This. You see this? This passes for sand. I know. It is cleaner. It doesn’t get in your shoes and stuck in every crevice. This is static. This is electronic noise, pixels, bits of information formed to resemble the granules we knew growing up but without all the mess.

Maybe that’s how they’ve done it. Maybe that’s how the rug was pulled out from under us. Maybe they filled up all the hourglasses with this synthetic sand. It bought them all the time in the world.

There was a point I was trying to make. There was something I wanted to say to you, but I seem to be only rambling. I’m sorry to waste your time. You would have laughed at that one. The idea of wasting time. Maybe you had it right all along, you and the Mad Hatter.

Maybe yours was the right move. Maybe I’m worse off for witnessing this. Maybe it is you who escaped and I who am trapped. Imprisoned in black iron, indeed the empire never ended.

Still, I thought there would be more time. I thought we would meet again. Even if it was out here in the fringes of reality. This crumbling pier hanging precariously over the edge, over nothing, a bottomless pit of black frozen emptiness.

©Robert Emmett McWhorter

Sherry Carroll: Classically Ever After

Our friend Sherry Carroll has a new short story available through amazon. Here is my review: 

classicallyeverafterSherry Carroll Writes Great Rock & Roll. March 4, 2014

If you have spent any time in a band or in a music scene, you will recognize the world that Sherry Carroll paints here. If you’ve ever wondered what it’s really like to be immersed in that lifestyle, this is about as authentic as it gets. The style is rambling with rich descriptions, akin to the Gonzo writing of Hunter S Thompson; a slightly distracted stream-of-conscience that might leave your English teacher a little dizzy, but adds a layer of reality to the narrative which I believe is impossible to fake. You can feel the cold night descending on you in the back alley, chatting with the band as they pack up their van, a meandering conversation you can’t always keep up with.

The story here is a quaint tale of girl meets boy, but filtered through rock and roll spectacles and told from the viewpoint of a self-aware and somewhat self-conscious young woman, with a trace of shyness or reserve, but an overwhelming desire to dive headlong into life.

The story is rich in detail and imagery and there are some great, funny moments in the dialogue, and it all just comes together feeling true and real. Well worth the price of admission. An honest little glimpse and a wild, enjoyable ride!

Go check it out for yourself, it’s only 99 cents! It’s a fun romp and a quick read and well worth the investment.
Sherry Carroll: Classically Ever After on Amazon.com

On the Air with Tessa B Dick

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Meowing on the Radio First of all thank you to those of you who tuned in. It was a lot of fun from my end, although I did find myself more nervous than I thought I would be. 

The link at the top of the page will open the archive where you can hear the complete show. It was an honor to be on Freedomizer Radio with Tessa B. Dick. More than a straight and formal interview it was more like a conversation with a friend, a few friends at the end.

We did talk about my book but we touched on a lot of subjects as we veered through the stratosphere of available topics. I was surprised and delighted we talked as much as we did about Philip K Dick and his work, especially to hear a few new twists on the tales and aspects of the stories I hadn’t heard before, and direct from the source!

Thanks to everyone who called in, Sara your book is on its way, I do hope you enjoy! I expect a full report! And multiple thanks again to Tessa for this and all the support you have granted me in this adventure.

Purr!

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/freedomizerradio/2014/03/03/ancient-of-days-no-bull-zone

Tree of Life, Foot in Mouth, Hot Dog in the Snow

Tree of Life, Foot in Mouth, Hot Dog in the Snow