Thursday, January 31, 2008

10 Quotes Posted by My Desk

  • Each one should use whatever gift he has received to serve others, faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms. If anyone speaks, he should do it as one speaking the very words of God. If anyone serves, he should do it with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen. --I Peter 4:10-11

  • You must act as if it is impossible to fail. --Ashanti Proverb
  • Nothing wrong with coloring outside the lines. You’re artists. You don’t make mistakes. You make improvements. --Veggie Tale artist showing how to draw Sheerluck Holmes
  • Whichever way God engineers circumstances, the duty is to pray. Never allow the thought—“I’m of no use where I am”; because you certainly can be of no use where you are not. --Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest, October 17, “Greater Works”
  • Science-fiction: Any scientific acclaim that omits God. --Wiley’s Dictionary from the comic strip B.C.
  • After the LORD had said these things to Job, he said to Eliphaz the Temanite, “I am angry with you and your two friends, because you have not spoken of me what is right, as my servant Job has.” --Job 42:7
  • Even though you are no the right track, you will get run over if you just sit there. --Will Rogers
  • WRITE where it hurts. FIND the courage to create. --A magnet, with no attribution
  • Jesus replied, “You are in error because you do not know the Scriptures or the power of God.” --Matthew 22:29
  • ‘Twas midnight on the ocean, not a streetcar was in sight,
    The sun was shining brightly for it had rained all the night.
    ‘Twas a summer’s day in winter, the rain was snowing fast,
    As a barefoot girl with shoes on, stood sitting on the grass.
    ‘Twas evening and the rising sun was setting in the west;
    And all the fishes in the trees were cuddled in their nests.

    The rain was pouring down, the sun was shining bright,
    And everything that you could see was hidden out of sight.
    The organ peeled potatoes, lard was rendered by the choir;
    When the sexton rang the dishrag, someone set the church on fire.
    “Holy smoke,” the preacher shouted, as he madly tore his hair.
    Now his head resembles heaven for there is no parting there.
    --1930s children’s nonsense rhyme
  • Monday, January 28, 2008

    Fiction & Faith: A Quick Review

    After a seven-week break, it’s time to delve into how fiction and faith intersect and how to build guidelines for fiction.

    But before we dive back in, a quick review of where we’ve been:

    • The stories we read and watch are important because they generally leave deeper and longer-lasting impressions than sermons, lessons, or the more didactic forms of communicating truth.

    • While the best fiction has both great content and great craft, most books and movies abide in a gray area, falling short in content or craft or both. Therefore, we need guidelines (not rules) to help us navigate these gray areas and provide a standard for whether a book/movie is worth our time.

    • Guidelines, which are very individual, are built with three specific building blocks: a biblical foundation, fluctuating maturity, and personal limitations.

    • I have built the biblical foundation primarily using Philippians 4:8, since these eight qualities are to guide what we dwell on—including (or especially) the stories that stick with us. The six standards which make up great craft (if anything is excellent…) and great content (…or praiseworthy) are accuracy (true), respect (noble), Scriptural (right), uncontaminated (pure), pleasing (lovely), and reputable (admirable).

    Then last month we moved onto the second part of guideline building: maturity. This includes both the physical and spiritual. We’ve already covered the characteristics and dangers of infancy, as well as the advantages and problems of childhood.

    Next week we will tackle the characteristics of adolescence.

    Wednesday, January 23, 2008

    The Problem of Expectations and Premises

    As I mentioned in my book review of Auralia’s Colors yesterday, one problem I encountered was expectations: What I thought I was getting isn’t what I got.

    This isn’t necessarily the author’s fault.

    Everything from cover art to the teaser on the book’s back to endorsements (none of which the author normally has any say about) can raise expectations, and a reader’s personal experience and reading history often only fuels that fire.

    Take for example Auralia’s Colors. The premise of the story is about an outcast with a special talent who defies a kingdom’s rules. These are all common elements of an underdog story where a person who doesn’t fit in with their normal world faces impossible odds to win the right to be who they are. (Can you tell this is a common motif in my reading history? Which of course only adds to the expectations—past reading has taught me to think “underdog story” when I see these elements, especially in a fantasy setting.)

    This, however, is not the story type of Auralia’s Colors.

    For me, this then begs the question, how can one story premise—especially as specific as the one for Auralia’s Colors—raise such opposing expectations?

    As I already stated, part is because of the different reading histories and experiences that each reader brings to the story. Yet I think there is also a reason more fundamental to the nature of storytelling: you start with a blank canvas restricted by nothing but your own imagination. This means the possibilities are infinite when you begin, and determining a premise only provides broad strokes of color on the canvas. A green circle may eliminate ripe oranges and bananas from that spot, but it could still be a green apple or a tree top or an alien from Mars.

    So the basic premise of Auralia’s Colors (an orphan girl sculpts colors in a kingdom where color is reserved for the top echelon) can spark a multitude of stories, such as:

    • A mysterious orphan girl opens a world of color to a prince imprisoned by the bland world of status, winning his affections and a crown. (rags-to-riches)
    • An orphan girl with an unusual talent seeks to hide it from those who forbid it, only to learn that every talent is given for a reason. (underdog)
    • A girl with an unusual talent and mysterious origins is banished from a kingdom where her talent is forbidden, forcing her on a journey to find who she is and why this talent is hers. (coming-of-age or epic)
    And the possibilities could go on. Yet each example employs every part of the original premise. It is only through adding more details that the author’s intended picture will emerge.

    Just be careful. Otherwise you might find yourself confronting an army of green little men where you thought you’d find a stand of trees.

    Tuesday, January 22, 2008

    Auralia’s Colors

    Title: Auralia's Colors

    Series: Auralia’s Thread #1

    Author: Jeffrey Overstreet

    Genre: Adult Fantasy

    Excerpt from “Old Thieves Make a Discovery,” Chapter 1 of Auralia’s Colors:

    Auralia lay still as death, like a discarded doll, in a burgundy tangle of rushes and spineweed on the bank of a bend in the River Throanscall, when she was discovered by an old man who did not know her name.

    She bore no scars, no broken bones, just the stain of inkblack soil. Contentedly, she cooed, whispered, and babbled, learning the river’s language, and focused her gaze on the stormy dance of evening sky—roiling purple clouds edged with blood red. The old man surmised she was waiting and listening for whoever, or whatever, had forsaken her there.

    Those fevered moments of his discovery burnt into the old man’s memory. In the years that followed, he would hold and turn them in his mind the way an explorer ponders relics he has found in the midst of ruin. But the mystery remained stubbornly opaque. No matter how often he exaggerated the story to impress his fireside listeners—“I dove into the ragin’ river and caught her by the toes!” “I fought off that hungry river wyrm with my picker-staff just in time!”—he found no clue to her origins, no answers to questions of why or how.

    The Gatherers, House Abascar, the Expanse—the whole world might have been different had he left her there with riverwater running from her hair. “The River Girl”—that was what the Gatherers came to call her until she grew old enough to set them straight. Without the River Girl, the four houses of the Expanse might have perished in their troubles. But then again, some say that without the River Girl those troubles might never have come at all.
    An orphan girl sculpts colors, unsettling a kingdom where color is reserved for the top echelon.

    The Writing: The language of Auralia’s Colors, the vivid and well-intertwined descriptions, the masterful use of color, an almost poetic cadence—it is easy to see why Auralia’s Colors has gained the reputation of “literary fantasy.” The style is impeccable and the omniscient voice exceptionally well-handled, minus a couple annoying statements of foreshadowing by the author and a couple chapters that begin with result of the chapter’s events.

    But as might be expected from a literary novel, the pace is not fast. This isn’t necessarily bad—the pace always pulls you steadily forward after breaching a slow beginning full of chronological jumps. And the colorful array of characters and intriguing premise make up for the slower pace, resulting in an entertaining and thought-provoking read.

    Nonetheless, the ending left me vaguely dissatisfied. Part, I’m sure, comes from an expectation I had that this was the type of underdog story I dearly love. This, however, is not that kind of story.

    But my dissatisfaction stems from more than mistaken expectations, I think. In short, the ending felt incomplete. I know Auralia’s Colors is only book one in a series, so many things—including major plot lines—need to be left undone. But there should be a sense of resolution, even if bitter sweet or partial.

    I didn’t receive that sense from Auralia’s Colors. Rather, the ending made this novel feel less like a complete story and more like a long prologue with only the intention of setting up people, places, and situations.

    Why did this happen for me? I’m not completely sure. Maybe because Auralia appeared to be the main character, and yet she seems to lack a distinct character arc and fails to bring change or to be changed at the climax by her direct decisions. Maybe it’s the sense of hopeless that all the pain and struggle the reader endures beside the main characters was for nothing. Or maybe Auralia's character arc seems to climax far too early in the book and does not coincide with the external climax.

    Whatever the reason, the climax has many conflicts and disastrous events, yet it seems to be all external, generalized, and almost happenstance, not flowing from main character decisions and actions as a climax ought to.

    The Story: First off, I’d like to emphasize that Auralia’s Colors is an adult fantasy.

    Despite that most of the main characters are in their teens or a bit older for most of the book (Auralia, Ale Boy, Cal-raven, Stricia), Auralia’s Colors is written for adults with adult situations and detailed descriptions of torture, the aftermath of war, and corpses following fires and other disasters.

    On the positive side, the spiritual thread, though very subtle, lacks any preachiness whatsoever. And throughout the book, Christian themes of sacrifices for the undeserving and sight beyond the physical intertwine with the main story.

    Finally, since Auralia’s Colors is a fantasy, there are some magical elements, with supernatural gifts given to some of the characters. In Auralia’s case, it’s implied that she’s not quite human and that her gifts stem from what has been already given (she doesn’t make colors, but finds them). The other cases, however, are a bit more fuzzy.

    Summary: Auralia’s Colors is a good read with some beautiful language, and depending on its relationship to the books that follow, a nice set-up for this series.

    However, Auralia’s Colors isn’t for everyone. If you are extra-sensitive to the magical element, under the age of 16 (due the more graphic violence, among other things), or seeking a fast-paced, sword-clashing adventure, you are better off looking elsewhere.

    Otherwise, pick up Auralia’s Colors and enjoy!

    Rating: 4.2 out of 5 stars

    To order Auralia’s Colors click here, or read my reviews for book 2, Cyndere's Midnight, and book 3, Raven's Ladder.

    Monday, January 21, 2008

    Starring Jeffrey Overstreet

    Over half of January has come and gone, and once again it's time for the Christian science-fiction and fantasy blog tour.

    This month we're featuring Auralia’s Colors by Jeffrey Overstreet. A fantasy tale of an orphan girl who can sculpt colors in a kingdom where color is forbidden, Auralia's Colors brings together a fascinating premise and beautiful language.

    I'll be doing a full book review tomorrow, analyzing both the craft and content of this novel, followed by a blog on Wednesday about how a single premise can spark a variety of stories.

    In the meantime, check out Jeffrey Overstreet's website and the posts by the other tour participants:

    Brandon Barr, Jim Black, Justin Boyer, Grace Bridges, Jackie Castle, Carol Bruce Collett , Valerie Comer, CSFF Blog Tour, D. G. D. Davidson, Chris Deanne, Jeff Draper, April Erwin, Marcus Goodyear, Andrea Graham, Jill Hart, Katie Hart, Timothy Hicks, Heather R. Hunt, Becca Johnson, Jason Joyner, Kait, Karen, Carol Keen, Mike Lynch, Margaret, Rachel Marks, Shannon McNear, Melissa Meeks, Rebecca LuElla Miller, Mirtika or Mir's Here, Pamela Morrisson, Eve Nielsen, John W. Otte, John Ottinger, Deena Peterson, Rachelle, Steve Rice, Cheryl Russel, Ashley Rutherford, Hanna Sandvig, James Somers, Rachelle Sperling, Donna Swanson, Steve Trower, Speculative Faith, Jason Waguespac, Laura Williams, and Timothy Wise

    Thursday, January 17, 2008

    The Story I Don’t Want to Write

    Writing is not for control freaks.

    It may appear that an author is complete control. After all, a writer—especially an unpublished one—has complete freedom to build the world he wants, create people of any type, and dictate what happens to them.

    But I assure you, that’s a complete illusion.

    Writers have, in truth, very little control. Characters are stubborn and strong-willed. They insist on doing things their way or not all and prefer to go where you don’t want them to go. And if you try to force them into a different path, characters often will sit down in the middle of the road and won’t budge until you agree to do it their way.

    Nor is this stubbornness limited to a current work in progress.

    There are characters who thrust their way into your mind and immediately take over center stage. Oh, you may protest and complain and try to force them aside, but ultimately such resistance is futile. Some stories must be written, no matter how much a writer might not want to write it.

    Of course, that doesn’t stop me from trying.

    Thursday, January 10, 2008

    New Year Goals

    Each year I set new writing goals. Some I will accomplish. Some I won’t. Some will drastically change before year’s end because, simply put, I’ll change.

    But ultimately whether or not I accomplish everything before 2009 is of little consequence.

    Why then make goals? Because goals provide me three very important things: direction for where I’m going, a measuring stick to show me where I’ve been, and incentive to keep working in the meantime.

    So here are ten of my New Year writing goals:

    1. Complete first draft of a new novel.
    2. Read 52 books.
    3. Build a website.
    4. Enter two manuscripts in ACFW’s Genesis Competition.
    5. Read (or reread) three writing books.
    6. Attend one writing conference.
    7. Revise one old project.
    8. Brainstorm/plan out a new project.
    9. Submit three proposals.
    10. Accomplish at least three things off this list.

    Monday, January 7, 2008

    New Year, New Adventures

    December is gone. January and 2008 is here. I’m not sure where the former went. I supposed I worked so hard to meet a deadline, December vanished. I haven’t even made it to figuring out what my New Year’s goals are yet.

    But the deadline is met, I’m starting a new story, and now I’m in the midst of reorganization. That will probably affect this blog, but all the how’s aren’t worked out. But it’s a new year—nothing like an adventure to go with it, right?