Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Being true to deceased parents

I've been sitting on this blog post for a few months now, unsure how to best broach the subject. I read Phoebe North's "On Beginnings" blog (you can read it here) back in December, 2011 and since then the idea of dead parents in books has been floating around in my head. Specifically, handling your MC when his/her parents die.

My father died when I was 10. His death impacted my mom, my brother, and myself in ways we never could have imagined. But the reality of our new status quo, combined with the love, the fear, and the anguish over such a HUGE loss helped bring us back together again, though it took many years.

Losing one's parent can be devastating, especially for young children or teens. I've spent more time than I'd like to admit wondering two things:

  • Which would be easier? Losing my father when I was younger, and therefore had less memories to replay in my head, or losing him later, thus giving us more years to know each other?
  • Which is worse? Losing him quickly, like in an accident, or having some idea that the end will eventually come, such as with sickness?

Here's the truth: it doesn't matter because when you're done emotionally killing yourself over the issue, you're left with no resolution. None. Zero. No answer will ever be the right one and no answer will bring them back.

But that's my point. As someone who lost a parent, I asked myself those questions. I still do. I denied that he was even dead. I told myself for YEARS he was still alive, held against his will in a foreign country. It was easier to believe someone took him instead of accepting that mutated cells could flatten the mountain of a man who was my father. At 6 feet, 6 inches tall with salt and pepper hair, blue eyes, and a thick New York City accent with the moxie to match--my dad could be the most intimidating person one minute and have you laughing the next. There are so many things I wish people could know about him, but I'm trekking down this emotional road for a different purpose.

As a MG writer, I understand how much easier a story can be without parents around to "get in the way." Setting your character alone against the world is a tried and true method for most "coming of age" stories. I get it and I use this concept myself.

However, I recently read a story where the author killed the main character's entire family. Mom, dad, and sister, all gone. At this point, I stopped reading for a day because I needed to distance myself from the story. It felt like these deaths were used as a plot point to motivate the MC to make the next decision and weren't treated with the gravity the situation required. The author wrote in emotions every few pages, showing us the MC was still grappling with the loss, but it wasn't enough. Not for me.

If using the death of a parent in your story, take a deep breath and write true to the emotions. If you've never lost a parent, then cue up your Disney-happy-place-music, put yourself in that horrible mind set, and think about how you would feel. Write that. Or ask someone who has dealt with this. But writing that your main character buried their emotions to "deal with later" can feel false.

Instead, show us your characters acting out. Bring your readers along as your characters make deals with higher powers to reverse reality. Have us walk by their side as they make irrational decisions, push away those they love, and act out of character. Show us the tears, confusion, anger, heartbreaking sobs, denial, and most importantly, show us how your main character's life is irrevocably changed. It's okay, as the author, you can always bring your character back around, but it will make them more relatable to teens who might be facing that situation.

How about you? Do you feel one way or another about books that use a parent's death as a motivational tool?


Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Alex's Big Day

(I don't usually post on Tuesdays, but special times call for special measures. I'll be back with regular programming. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe on Friday. We'll see...)

Grab your nap time carpet squares and gather 'round, kids. Today's story is about a boy named Alex J. Cavanaugh, arguably the nicest guy on the internet (behind Nathan Bransford who has held that title for eons).

One day, Alex wrote a story about a boy named Bryon who flew ships in outer space. Alex enjoyed writing his book so much, he decided to clean it up and shop it around. Soon, CassaStar was born.

But wait! Alex wasn't done! CassaStar was such a success and Alex had more stories to tell, so he retreated to his writerly cave in November, 2010 and did it again.

Okay, kids! Get up, put your carpet squares away, and pay attention because here's what you need to know about CassaFire!

All laughs aside, I truly am excited to share with you Alex's second book, CassaFire. Alex was gracious enough to pen a guest post for my Write What You NaNo blog series last October (you can read his post here). He agreed to help out someone whom he had likely never heard of and since then, I'd like to think I can call him a friend. And what do friends do besides help each other out?

(Um, hey, Alex--we're friends, right? I mean, this would be awkward if we weren't. Just saying.)



CassaFire
by Alex J. Cavanaugh

CassaStar was just the beginning…

The Vindicarn War is a distant memory and Byron’s days of piloting Cosbolt fighters are over. He has kept the promise he made to his fallen mentor and friend - to probe space on an exploration vessel. Shuttle work is dull, but it’s a free and solitary existence. The senior officer is content with his life aboard the Rennather.

The detection of alien ruins sends the exploration ship to the distant planet of Tgren. If their scientists can decipher the language, they can unlock the secrets of this device. Is it a key to the Tgren’s civilization or a weapon of unimaginable power? Tensions mount as their new allies are suspicious of the Cassan’s technology and strange mental abilities. 

To complicate matters, the Tgrens are showing signs of mental powers themselves; the strongest of which belongs to a pilot named Athee, a woman whose skills rival Byron’s unique abilities. Forced to train her mind and further develop her flying aptitude, he finds his patience strained. Add a reluctant friendship with a young scientist, and he feels invaded on every level. All Byron wanted was his privacy…

Science fiction - space opera/adventure
Print ISBN 978-0-9827139-4-5, $15.95, 6x9 Trade paperback, 240 pages
EBook ISBN 978-0-9827139-6-9, $4.99, available in all formats

You can visit the author’s site at http://alexjcavanaugh.blogspot.com/
Book trailer available at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qa6VINRGtyE.

Monday, February 27, 2012

MMGM: Coraline

I've finally gotten around to reading Coraline! Yay, me!

Actually, that should be amended. This is the first Neil Gaiman book I've read. Le gasp! How can that be, you ask? Well, I've listened to some audiobooks, but as far as books, this is the the first. So, without further ado, on to the review!

Source
Title: Coraline
Autor: Neil Gaiman
Date published: August, 2002

From Goodreads:
Coraline lives with her preoccupied parents in part of a huge old house--a house so huge that other people live in it, too... round, old former actresses Miss Spink and Miss Forcible and their aging Highland terriers ("We trod the boards, luvvy") and the mustachioed old man under the roof ("'The reason you cannot see the mouse circus,' said the man upstairs, 'is that the mice are not yet ready and rehearsed.'") Coraline contents herself for weeks with exploring the vast garden and grounds. But with a little rain she becomes bored--so bored that she begins to count everything blue (153), the windows (21), and the doors (14). And it is the 14th door that--sometimes blocked with a wall of bricks--opens up for Coraline into an entirely alternate universe. Now, if you're thinking fondly of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe or Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, you're on the wrong track. Neil Gaiman's Coraline is far darker, far stranger, playing on our deepest fears. And, like Roald Dahl's work, it is delicious.

True story, here's what I thought when I finished reading Coraline:
"He is deliciously creepy." 

Really, I think our generation is fortunate to have a writer like Neil Gaiman. He's accessible to his fan base and has this fascinating ability to come up with stories like Coraline, or another favorite, The Graveyard Book.

I picked up Coraline after someone recommended it in my review of The Shadows (here), suggesting a similarity between the stories. Both stories have a curious girl as a main character who discovers another world in her house. And in each story, the other world wants to trap the heroine within its boundaries, never to return to their own "normal." 

The difference between these two books, however, is Neil Gaiman. I am in awe at how this man takes such a simple concept like buttons for eyes, and weaves it into something disturbing. The eye buttons are a great example. I was perfectly okay with the other mother and other father having black buttons for eyes. Creepy? Sure, but it's not out of the park. But on page 45, Gaiman shows his readers how easy it is to create creep out of something so seemingly innocent:
"If you want to stay," said her other father, "there's only one little thing we'll have to do, so you can stay here for ever and always."
 They went into the kitchen. On a china plate on the kitchen table was a spool of black cotton, and a long silver needle, and, beside them, two large black buttons.
"I don't think so," said Coraline.
Tell me the thought of sewing black buttons over your eyes doesn't freak you out? There are other examples of brilliant creepiness. Shadow children, fingernails, hands, mist, faces splitting apart, the list goes on.

But... (you knew there was a but, didn't you?)

I'm not quite ready to sit down with my nephews and read this as a bedtime story. It's not scary in a sense of nightmares, but it felt creepy enough that I wonder if my 6 year old nephew would be able to separate the fantastical from realistic. However, don't let my over-protective aunt-isms deter you from reading this book. Coraline is 165 pages of creepy, literary, brilliance.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Quick inspiration

I came across A Wordplayer's Manifesto over at K.M. Weiland's blog, Wordplay. I read it, immediately saved it, and now I'm sharing it with everyone.

This is step one in how I'm breaking the habit of calling myself an "aspiring" writer. If you haven't yet read Chuck Wendig's "25 Things I Want To Say To So-Called 'Aspiring' Writers", then go here. Now.

Back to the Wordplayer's Manifesto.

Read it.
Love it.
Pass it on.

I'd type more, but I'm a writer who hasn't been writing. Must do something about this. Immediately.

Source: K.M. Weiland's blog



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