“Oh, dear, oh, dear.”
Gabriel looks up from his scroll. He unfurls magnificent wings, made purely of light. “What’s wrong now, Mizelle?”
The angel turns worried eyes upon him. “They did it again!”
“Who did what?”
I read a fair amount of novels. Not a huge amount, but quite a few. One thing I wish more authors would do is show and not tell. I’m not talking about long conversations filling in plot points; I’m talking about internal monologues. Paragraphs and paragraphs “inside” the main character’s head (and everyone else’s, in some books). I don’t like them. It clogs down the narrative and I’m less of a romantic and more of a “get to the point” kind of girl.
Today is the day! My Speculative Fiction novel about the RMS Titanic is now available! It blends magic with historical events and characters, revolving around the greatest non-wartime disaster in history. If you enjoyed Thornewicke, you’ll be delighted to revisit shared characters (and meet some making appearances in The Giftsnatcher, out this summer) — but it’s also a stand-alone.
(Please read and review! I really appreciate it.)
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Ever since personality typing went mainstream, fans have fought over the personality types of famous literary characters – most notably, Sherlock Holmes. It usually winds up as a debate between INTP and INTJ, but neither one fits the canon Holmes. I recently addressed this on my tumblr, but will expound on it here.
The original Sherlock Holmes is a very warm, balanced, friendly, and well-behaved ISTP, and here’s why:
My friend wrote a post about the BBC Sherlock, and how audiences must learn to appreciate his personality. He’s taken some heat all along for being a jerk, and some people even openly dislike him, but in truth he’s fairly typical for an under-developed IXTP. She has fairly decent insights on how the INTP mind works — she ought to; she’s known me for 12 years. It’s well worth reading.
What are little boys made of?
Frogs and snails, and puppy-dogs’ tails.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and everything nice.
Nothing delights my heart quite so much as a little boy. Talkative, rambunctious, mischievous, and fidgety, little boys are endless sources of amusement and inspiration. There’s nothing false or pretentious about them. It’s little boys we remember – Tom Sawyer conning his friends into paying him to paint his fence, the antics of Soup and apple-whipping, the sadistic creativity of Kevin McCallister, and of course, O. Henry’s Johnny driving his kidnappers to near-distraction, to the point where Johnny’s father insists the kidnappers pay him for the privilege of sending the brat home.
Oh! what a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive!
Last week, my pastor devoted a portion of his sermon to this famous saying by Sir Walter Scott. He pointed out that when you weave a web of lies, your life becomes immensely more complicated as you must then not only remember who you told what, but cover up your tracks as well.