Holly Grayson, Alleluia ...

One of Joy's favorite songs is "All Creatures of our God and King." She will go around the house humming it for hours, breaking into words only at the "alleluia, alleluia" part.

Grace, being three, likes to imitate her sister in all things, so when Joy starts caroling "Alleluia, alleluia," Grace immediately joins in.

Only her alleluias don't always sound the way they're supposed to. From Grace, it sounds more like she's singing, "Holly Grayson, Holly Grayson ..." (Or, technically, "howwy gwayson," because she's still working on her "l"s and "r"s.)

After I checked all their books and TV shows to see if she was singing about some character (she wasn't), I decided it was just a trick of her hearing alleluia slightly differently, pronouncing it more differently yet, and my ear trying to arrange her nonsense syllables into something that makes sense.

Then I started thinking about what a good name Holly Grayson was for a book character, decided I'd use it sometime.

A couple days later, I decided Holly had long, dark brown hair, and either blue or hazel eyes.

Few days after that, I knew she was strong-willed and sharp-witted, often speaking without thinking, but with a warm heart underneath.

An investigator, I realized shortly thereafter. Not an ordinary investigator, either, but either a paranormal or supernatural one.

Nope, I decided a short time later. Time-traveling investigator, working for the InterGalactic Time Police (what, you didn't know about them? Oh, they exist, my friends.), except they only let her stay on because of her ability to always get results. They don't like the way she flouts their rules and doesn't always respect authority. You can't fire your top investigator for being a smart-mouth, though, so she stays on, even though they're always looking for reasons to get rid of her.

Then I decided that her time-traveling machine broke down on her last trip, trapping her in the Victorian Era until she is able to fix it, and that she uses her skills and abilities to help those who can't help themselves - in fact, that becomes her agency's motto. Holly Grayson Investigations: We help those who can't help themselves.

Saturday afternoon, I caved and started writing the story that landed her in the Victorian Era. It's going to be novelette or novella length, I'm not sure yet. I'm having so much fun with it.

Hey Grace, got any more songs you want to mangle? Just imagine the stories you could inspire!

This is somewhat how I imagine Holly. No talking lions, though. At least not yet.

The Blue Vampire Castle

LM Montgomery's The Blue Castle has always suffered from bad covers. But this latest one, while perhaps not as gag-worthy as the cover of my edition (which looks like a watered-down Harlequin novel, and is solely responsible for me refusing to read the book in public), really left me scratching my head. If you've read even five pages of the book, you know this makes no sense:

It did, however, prompt me to come up with a new story synopsis for Valancy's adventures. I give you The Blue Castle, Vampire Edition:

When Valancy Stirling discovers she has a disease which will kill her within one year unless she takes drastic measures, she immediately leaves her stuffy, proper family behind in search of the one possible cure - immortality through a vampire's bite.

Sweet, frail Cissy Gay has always been a source of fear and wonder to the community of Deerwood; she should have died years ago, yet somehow she still lives. Valancy confronts her, and Cissy gives up her secret: long-time friend of her father, Barney Snaith, is really a vampire, and it is through his bite that she still hangs on to life. She grows weaker, though, and soon refuses to let Barney keep biting her - death has become preferable to this shadow of an existence. Before long, Cissy passes away, leaving a void in Barney's life.

Armed with her knowledge (and a stake, in case Barney is more interested in lunch than a new female companion), Valancy sets out to find Barney and offer herself as a replacement for Cissy. Secluded in his Blue Castle on a remote Muskoka island, Barney broods over an eternity of loneliness. When wild, fey Valancy appears, he is torn - accept her sacrifice, or send her back to live the rest of her short mortal life with her own kind? What happens if he lets her into his life, only to have her tire of immortality the same way Cissy did, leaving him alone again?

Barney is determined to keep her at arm's length, but Valancy is equally determined to become a vampire herself - and she is on a deadline. Will she succeed in convincing Barney before death takes her, or is she doomed to a short life with no love?
The Blue Castle is a tale of tragic love and mythic creatures, available everywhere this fall!

In a shameless plug for myself, I created a Blue Castle blend on Adagio Teas recently - I've tried it and it's actually become a favorite for me. If you're a tea drinker, check it out and see if it's something that appeals to you!

Lists, Part the I'm Too Lazy to Check

OLYMPICS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ahem. Had to get that out of the way first. I am so thrilled for the Olympics. I was going to make my list this week all links to articles on the Olympics, but a few other things caught my eye as well, so it ended being just as eclectic a mix as usual.

To start off, though, here's a guide to some Olympians to keep an eye on, via the lovely people at Forever YA

Speaking of people to watch, have you heard about the woman who is eight months pregnant and competing? At eight months, all I was doing was waddling and moaning. Impressive, madam!

This is cool. That's all.

I was a flagbearer for part of the Olympic Torch relay in 2002. It was the most amazing experience - I can just imagine the thrill in London for this final stretch.

Speaking of cool ... I want a garden shed just so I can paint it like this one. Except I want a K-9 in front of it instead of a Dalek.

Pixar, storytelling, and Legos. What's not to love?

This publishing road map from YA Highway is AWESOME.

Part of me wants to be snarky about JK Rowling's planned tree houses for her kids and say "why not build a public playground this awesome?" but really, she's earned it, and I know when I was a kid, I would have adored a playhouse like this, so all in all, I think it's great.

This post from Shannon Hale's tumblr made me want to weep. Especially the last line. No kid should be made to feel like an outcast based on the books he OR she reads.

This also made me weep (for real), but for an entirely different reason. Joanna writes with such beauty and truth, and her words and photographs always pierce my heart. She's also one of my very dearest friends.

And finally, to end on a high (or possibly low) note, I give you three of USA's future Olympians. Our country rests in excellent hands, my friends:

The Journey is the Treasure

Five years ago today, Lloyd Alexander died.

I was visiting my parents at the time (I don't remember why). I was checking my email on Mom's computer when I saw the news.

I was devastated. Numb. I just sat there in Mom's chair and stared at the computer screen. It didn't seem possible. I spent much of that day in a daze, trying to come to grips with it. Thankfully, my parents understood completely - Mom even told me that she'd felt much the same when Agatha Christie died, that same sense of losing a close friend, even though it was a person she'd never met.

But that was the thing with Lloyd: he was a friend to every one of his readers. He didn't just create some of my favorite heroes and heroines; he was a hero, himself, to me, simply for his honesty, his humor, and his love for adventure.

I've written before about the tremendous influence Lloyd has been, both on my writing and on the way I try to live my life. On my very approach to life, really. His writing is wonderful for children, who are still trying to figure out the world and where they fit in it. It's just as wonderful for adults who need to remember the deep joy and magic that can be found simply in the grand adventure of life itself (that sentence sounds pompous. Don't worry, Lloyd's books are never pompous). His heroes smash every popular idea of what heroism is all about, and they do it while still remaining joyous and real. Just look at some of the quotes from the Prydain Chronicles:

“In some cases,” he said, “we learn more by looking for the answer to a question and not finding it than we do from learning the answer itself." 

“There is much to be known,” said Adaon, “and above all much to be loved, be it the turn of the seasons or the shape of a river pebble. Indeed, the more we find to love, the more we add to the measure of our hearts.”

 "Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty, too."

"This much have I learned: A man’s life weighs more than glory, and a price paid in blood is a heavy reckoning." 

And this, my favorite: 

"I have learned there is greater honor in a field well plowed than in a field steeped in blood." (Oh, Adaon!)

If someday I can write books that bring half as much joy and inspiration to people as he did, I will consider my life well lived. When I heard that today was being informally dubbed Lloyd Alexander Day, I knew I had to participate. How could I not join in honoring the man who has had the greatest hand in shaping the type of writer I am, the type of stories I love, the type of hero I want to be?


I have written a few stories posted on ff.net in the Lloyd Alexander section. If you've read all of his own works and are looking for something more, I humbly offer my own attempts. Amaranth is based on The Arkadians; Night Phantoms is a surprisingly (at least, it was a surprise to me) melancholy glimpse into King Smoit's character; Magic of the Heart looks at what life in Prydain might have been life for the generation after the events of The High King, as seen through the eyes of Taran's youngest daughter.


If you're interested in more Lloyd Alexander fanfic, do check out any of the writers in that section of ff.net; I especially recommend anything by Companion Wanderer and Adaon45.


Above all, read something Lloyd himself wrote! And then go plant some turnips in honor of Coll.


And I leave you with some others of my favorite quotes from Lloyd ...

“All that writers can do is keep trying to say what is deepest in their hearts. ” 

“I intend to follow the path of virtue. It will not be overcrowded.” 

“You have a point," said Fronto, "and even a poet must occasionally bow to logic.” 

 "You're showing mercy." Catch-a-Tick nodded. "That's heroic, too. But not as good as smiting.” 

“If a storyteller worried about the facts - my dear Lucian, how could he ever get at the truth?” 

“The journey is the treasure.” 

Transition

I'm usually not good at transitions - you know, the "they walked through the woods for days. Then the adventure started again" type of phrases. I always feel like I have to fill in every detail, or I'm cheating.

But I'm getting better, and since I had to cover a four-year gap in the middle of a chapter of my Celtic MG/YA, I really needed to be concise.


This right here is quite possibly my favorite out of all the transition phrases I've ever written:

Life continued to be mildly not-fair for the next four years, at which point it took, in Cadi’s opinion anyway, a flying leap into monstrously unfair.

I'm not sure if I'll actually keep it in the final draft or if I'll end up editing it out due to it having a slightly different tone than the rest of the chapter - but for now, I'm just quite tickled over it.

How do you handle transitions?

Dream-Maker

After the fun of my sci-fi mash-up dream, and urged on by rockinlibrarian (also aided and abetted by rthstewart, who nearly made me snort tea all over my computer with her take on the animosity between Lando Calrissian and Mal Reynolds (I am so going to think "Not right, man wearin' a cape" the next time I watch Empire Strike Back, rth!)), I decided I had to start writing it down as a story. Not one for publication, or even for putting up on ff.net due to my blatant self-insert (but she's not a Mary-Sue! She is not perfect and nobody is in love with her except her off-screen husband, but she and Mal do have great fun with harmless flirting by passing insults at each other), but just a way to get some of this marvelous creativity my subconscious was providing me with down on paper.

I'm about ten thousand words in, and it's getting crazier and more peppered with cameos from other sci fi/fantasy stories with each paragraph. Mara Jade has insisted on popping in (for more than just a brief cameo, thankyouverymuch, what do you take her for?), and it's becoming very clear to me that the Doctor would never consent to being left out of a madcap adventure like this, so it is clearly my duty to get caught up on that show, since I still haven't made it all the way through the Ninth Doctor (though even the few episodes that I have seen have left me with a tendency to say "Fantastic!" just like Christopher Eccleston).

But aside from the sheer fun of this, and the marvelous outlet it has become for releasing any stress in my life, the other nice thing about this story (simply titled "fun" in my computer documents) is that is stirring up my creativity for my other writings, as well. Did you know I hadn't written one word of fiction since before Christmas, up until I started this nonsense project? Not. One. Word. (Speaking of things that ain't right.)

And then yesterday, I actually opened up my current MG WIP and skimmed it over, thinking how ready I am to get back to writing more about Cadi &co. And then I started thinking about Maia and Len (my older YA 1920s adventure-fantasy) and realized the first draft had finally settled enough that I was ready to tackle putting it into decent shape for the second draft.

Today I have to take care of some basic household chores (Carl's been helping out a lot - blessed man keeps washing dishes for me, which is marvelous, darling, thank you - but breadmaking and laundry are still two tasks that will always be delegated to me), but I'm hoping to spend some time this afternoon or evening in "real" writing, writing I might actually be able to show to the world someday.

And I will not be abandoning my "fun" story, either - I have a sneaking suspicion that this is one tale that will stretch out for many years, to be added to whenever it strikes my fancy or I am getting bored, and never quite coming to an end.

What do you do to get your creative juices flowing again? What are some science fiction or fantasy characters you would add to a crazy story like mine?

To Sleep, Perchance ...

I haven't been doing anything terribly interesting this week, writing-wise or life-wise. However, apparently my subconscious is doing its best to make up for my dull life by WILD dreams.

The first night wasn't so great - it was actually more of a nightmare. Trapped on an abandoned cruise ship with a serial killer, me against him, (apparently I was a detective) me trying to catch him but feeling uneasily certain he was toying with me. Thankfully I woke up before the final confrontation. The overall tone of that dream was dark and creepy, even more than the events in it. Took several cups of tea that morning before I felt normal again!

The dream returned in a lighter fashion the next few nights - the cruise ship wasn't deserted, and it had more of a Peter Wimsey feel - still serious, but not creepy, and this time, I always had the upper hand over the killer. One night it wasn't even a murderer I was after, but a jewel thief.

Then last night - oh, I have no idea where this one came from, but I do most earnestly hope it returns, because FUN - my dream was a veritable sci-fi television mashup.

Started out in a green clearing, trees all around. All kinds of characters from sci-fi tv were waiting for their assignments from a platform at one end of the clearing (and no, I don't remember any of them clearly). I ended up being sent on a quest with Chakotay (from Star Trek: Voyager) and Mal (Captain Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly). Now, I was myself - Louise - and had no idea why I was tagging along, but dudes, I was not complaining. Both Mal and Chakotay (naturally) wanted to be in charge, but since we'd only been given a direction to go in, no actual specifics as to what our quest was (bad planning, Management), there weren't too many problems at first.

Then we ran into a friend I know in real life, except something was weird about her, and then, as we were chatting, she told me that she'd downloaded her consciousness into an android's body because she'd been afraid of getting fat, and droids' bodies never change. And then she ended up coming along with us because she had nothing better to do.

Things got hazy after that (I think I was starting to move toward waking up) ... I remember a fight between Mal and Chakotay, and then a fight between Mal and my android friend (Mal, apparently, had a lot of anger issues to work out - though the droid friend started the second fight, and would have won it except I tried to pull them apart and accidentally dropped her off the cliff, but we figured she survived because, hey, droid bodies are remarkably resilient), and then just as we were getting close to figuring out what the point was of the quest, what we were after to begin with ...

thump thump thump little feet coming up to the bed, "I have to go potty" little voice whispered, and even though Carl got up and I was able to get back to sort-of sleep, the dream was gone.

I most sincerely hope it returns tonight - I want to figure out this quest now (and also, would like to know if I was sent for more than just taking notes and pushing droids off cliffs).

What sort of fun dreams have you been having lately?

Note: I have not watched any sci-fi shows in the last several weeks, and the only sci-fi book I've read has been A Swiftly Tilting Planet, which is more science fantasy than science fiction, nor have I been reading/watching anything related to mysterious happenings aboard a cruise ship, so I really, really have no idea where these dreams are coming from. But they are, with the exception of that first nightmare, immensely amusing to me.

"She Was Only Anne"

I am not a book reviewer, and this blog is not a review blog. I adore book review blogs. I just don't review very well. I have a hard time being objective, and looking at something as either well-done or poorly-done, instead of "I liked this" or "this irritated the heck out of me."

However. I am re-reading Persuasion for, I don't know, the seventh time? Tenth? I don't keep track of how often I read books, honestly. I know I started reading Austen back in my college days, and have re-read her books many times since. Sense and Sensibility is my least favorite - I would venture so far as to say I rather dislike it, mostly because all the characters are in good need of a Gibbs-head-slap - and my favorite keeps changing throughout the years. Right now, and for a few years, it is Persuasion, followed closely by Emma.

I think Anne Elliot is the best of all Austen's heroines. More depth to her character than Lizzy Bennet, more spirit than Fanny Price, more clarity of vision than Emma Woodhouse, more common sense than Cathy Morland, and more understanding and wisdom than the Dashwood sisters. I love, as I approach my thirtieth year, that she is an older heroine, and one who blossomed later in life instead of early. I love how she shows that gentleness does not equal weakness, just as Louisa Musgrove proves that spiritedness does not equal strength of character.

Captain Wentworth is, I think, a bit of a jerk. He's held a grudge against Anne for years, is deliberately rude to her, and flirts with the Musgrove girls without a care for how he might be affecting them. Yet, he is no Darcy, because we get to see him improve slowly throughout the book - not just changing after he is confronted with his faults, because he wants to be worthy of his love (I really hate the message that sends - that if you love somebody enough, you can change their character flaws. IT DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY OUTSIDE THE MOVIE AND BOOK WORLD). He sees his flaws for himself, recognizes where he has been unjust and acted wrongly, and then moves decisively to correct himself.

And I think that's one reason why Anne and Captain Wentworth are such a good match - they loved each other as youth, were separated and grew up apart from each other, each developing into their own person, and then came back together as fully realized adults, each offering something special to the other, to help make the other complete.

Persuasion is great not just for the MCs, though. The supporting characters are all brilliantly drawn too - Mary Musgrove cracks me up with every re-reading; Admiral and Mrs Croft are delightful; Mr Elliot and Mrs Clay are just the right sort of villains - not too obvious.

Then there is the scenery, and the overall feel of the book. I almost always read Persuasion in the autumn or winter months. It is that sort of book; it feels wrong to read it when it is light and sunny out. With only a few words Austen gives us a clear picture of Kellynch, of Lyme (oh how I want to visit there someday!), and of Bath. Bath comes through even clearer in Persuasion, I think, than in Northanger Abbey.

It shows the mark of being written by an older, experienced author. The pace is calmer, the humor subtler, the tone quieter and deeper than the others. It is, I think, Jane Austen's masterpiece, and I think it a true pity that it is so often overshadowed by the brighter but shallower Pride and Prejudice.

Next up on my fall/winter reading list: Shakespeare and Elizabeth Gaskell! What are you planning on reading this month?

Deep and Fun

A couple days ago, I tossed this out on Twitter:

Wondering if it's possible to rewrite my super-serious YA fantasy as more lighthearted/humorous w/out losing the deep threads. Thoughts?

The answer I received (the only one - thank you, Rockinlibrarian!) was a resounding yes, mentioning a couple writers I had already thought of, particularly Diana Wynne Jones (Lloyd Alexander was the other one that came to my mind, as soon as I wrote the Tweet).

This is the MS that I've been sending queries out on for quite a while, without even getting any requests. Not that that alone would make me change it, but when I realized that I didn't even feel like re-reading it because it was so gloomy, I thought perhaps it was time to do some serious, serious fun revamping.

The problem is, I think, that the story was mainly written when I was either pregnant or sleep-deprived from babies, and therefore had a pretty depressed outlook on life. It was great to get that out in my writing - probably kept me from going completely insane - but the end result was a very heavy story.

Some people do heavy really well. I am not one of them. My heavy was pretty much a slog through a thick and gloomy mire, with only occasional bright spots.

Worse than all this, it wasn't me. Ask anyone who knows me at all to name the first thing about me they can think of, and they will say "her laugh." I was cracking jokes in labor, for crying out loud, in between my shrieks of pain and pounding fists (I threw dignity out the door after the first ten hours). My entire family is known for causing scenes at weddings and funerals, because we cannot keep to an appropriate solemnity - in fact, something about that much solemnity makes us laugh even more.

So to write something so heavy and angst-y was just not me. Not Louise. Not, at least, the Louise I want to be. Maybe it was the sleep-deprived, exhausted, stressed Louise, but I'm trying to banish her from my life for good these days (which would be SO MUCH easier if my children would ever let me, you know, SLEEP).

But I also didn't want to lose the themes of sacrifice, grace, and love that were woven throughout the book. I didn't want to go too far in the other direction and write nothing but fluff.

My absolute favorite authors are those who make you laugh first, and then scratch your head afterward and go, "Whoa. That was deep."

It's a lot harder than just writing straight-up funny stories or straight-up deep, trying to blend the two. But when in my life have I ever done anything the easy way? And why would I start now?

I am currently two chapters in to the re-write, and already I like my heroine better. Already I like the direction the story is taking more. I like the new twist I added, because another problem with the story as it was was that it was too straight-forward, without any sneaky little bits added in, or any unexpected turns in the plot.

Yes, this means that I am re-writing from scratch one MS at the same time I am working on a brand-new story, and still researching that darn Renaissance fantasy (though in all honesty, that one is on a bit of a hiatus. I haven't cracked my history books for weeks). And yes, I am doing all of this while being a stay-at-home mom to a two year old and three (and a half, she would insist on me adding) year old.

Certifiably crazy? Possibly. But where would the fun be in being sane?

Influences: L Frank Baum

One of the stories my parents like to tell about me is how I read The Wonderful Wizard of Oz all the way through, all by myself, when I was in kindergarten. That may not seem so impressive now, but back then, most kids went into kindergarten not even knowing how to read. So I was definitely an anomaly.

It can be hard, when you have a kid who reads so fluently so early, to find books that hold their interest writing-style, and yet don't tackle subjects that are beyond their comprehension. Baum's books were perfect in this regard - the writing was sophisticated, yet the stories were simple enough that even an over-sensitive six-year-old like myself could read them without being scared or confused, or even simply overwhelmed with concepts beyond my ability to understand.

Baum has been criticized considerably for "sugar-coating" Oz too much, turning it into a place where nothing truly bad could ever happen, and while I understand that criticism, there was (and still is, really) always something very comforting about taking a trip to Oz.

(Never mind the fact that as it was HIS creation to begin with, he could do anything he wanted with it, and people still wouldn't have had the right to complain. After all, if you don't like it, don't read it, but don't act as though the author is somehow presenting a false impression of a real place when it was all from his head to begin with. Ahem. Small rant over.)

One of the other great things about Oz was that there was enough humor for small people, but the puns and plays on words are sheer adult amusement. I rarely, even to this day, get through an Oz book without a surprised and delighted snort at something that went completely over my head as a kid.

I have heard the theory that Oz was meant to be a metaphor on communism or capitalism or something political. Maybe it was. But I know that it can be read without any kind of political background, and enjoyed as sheer good story-telling, and that is how I prefer it. I would much rather not see a possible political background to a good story than misread a grand yarn as a thinly-disguised treatise on capitalism.

So, how had Baum inspired me? Well, aside from being, as I mentioned at the beginning of this post, one of the very earliest writers I ever read alone, and quite possibly responsible for my lifelong love for fantasy, from Baum I learned the sheer joy of world-building, of creating a place that exists quite independently from the characters, and has its own history and inhabitants and can quite happily sustain any number of stories, just as this world can.

From Baum, too, I have learned the fun of playing with words, of subtle humor, of inside jokes between the writer and reader, at the characters' expense. I tend to be more of an invisible narrator, telling my stories solely through the eyes of my characters, but I always enjoy taking a break from that role once in a while and trying that omniscient narrator bit that Baum does so well.

And, of course, Baum was a master at creating realistic children, spunky heroines and heroes who frequently found themselves in scrapes, but by using ingenuity and courage always worked their way out. Dorothy is beloved by so many, I believe, not just for her staunch loyalty to Uncle Henry and Auntie Em, but for her wit and spirit, and for the fact that even after she came to Oz permanently and became closest companion to the ruler of Oz, she still maintained her independence and practical outlook on life. In some ways, she was wasted in such a happy land as Oz. She would have made a wonderful explorer and adventurer in this world, as well as a great righter of wrongs. Alas! She is safe in Fairyland, and it is up to we other writers to create our own characters to right those wrongs, and have those adventures.

Perhaps, if we are very fortunate, one or two of them might in time be as well-loved as brave little Dorothy Gale.

Are you a frequenter of the land of Oz? Do you enjoy it, or do you find Baum's stories too safe for your taste? Who is your favorite "spunky girl heroine" in children's and/or YA literature? And what was the first chapter book you can remember (or others remember about you) reading on your own?