A week away from the blogisphere and the virtual world in general is rather refreshing for the soul but the nagging realization I was meant to post a snapshot of Snapshots by the incomparable "art and band geek" Patricia Lynne would hit me in the pool and cause an anxiety atttack that would lead me to swallow gallons of pool water, thus resembling a Sea World exhibit. So after some laptop blagging and without further ado...
Speculative Fiction: What was I thinking?
I am a vampire junkie. I love me some bloodsuckers.
Werewolves are cool too. And witches. Or demons. Pretty much anything that fits
into paranormal or urban fantasy. I devour those stories and love learning
about the creatures in them.
So, naturally, I write a Sci-Fi novel - or more
appropriately, Speculative Fiction. When I first heard that term, I had no idea
what it meant. I know now though.
*Ahem* Speculative fiction addresses fiction that includes
Weird Tales, Amazing Stories, and Fantastic Fiction. It also may include other
genres, such as Mysteries, Alternate Histories, and Historical Fiction.
Speculative fiction can be a collective term to describe works of science
fiction, fantasy, and horror and also addresses works that are not science
fiction, fantasy, or horror, yet don't rightly belong to the other genres. - source.
What have I gotten myself into? Writing Snapshots was a blast, and I am in love with Cyc. But OMG the
pressure of writing a genre I’m not familiar with. Does the sci-fi elements
make sense? Am I explaining everything properly? Can I really call it Sci-Fi or
Speculative Fiction? After all, it doesn’t get very sci-fi until the end. The
day before publishing, I lost a lot of sleep.
That didn’t stop me from publishing Snapshots. I believed in the story and thought others would enjoy
it. Will I write another Sci-Fi or Speculative Fiction story? No idea.
Although, I would like to go back to Cyc’s world. There is potential there for
more stories.
Description:
My name
is Cyclop Blaine and I am a real person.
“You are mine.”
I am a
real person: heedless of a childhood spent under the supervision of an old man
I only know as Master.
“You belong to me.”
I am a
real person: regardless of my teenage years bound by violence as the adoptive
son of the Victory Street Gang's leader.
“You will obey me.”
I am a
real person: despite the visions I see in others' eyes. Snapshots of their
futures.
“You will cower before me.”
I am a
real person: my life will be my own. I belong to no one.
“You. Are. MINE.”
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Bio:
Patricia
Lynne never set out to become a writer. In fact, she never considered it an
option during high school and college. She was more of an art and band geek.
Some stories are meant to be told and now she can't stop writing. Patricia
lives with her husband in Michigan, hopes one day to have what will resemble a
small petting zoo and has a fondness for dying her hair the colors of the
rainbow.
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Good luck, wonderful to try something you are unsure of.
ReplyDeleteThanks. New stuff is always scary at first, but fun.
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