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Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Insecure Writer's Support Group- June

Hosted by the astounding Alex J. Cavanaugh and co-hosted by the equally amazing Sheena-kay Graham, Suzanne Furness, and Laura Eno.

I am still blogging everyday and I do still believe that is wonderful in its own right.  The more writers I get connected to the more I realize that the secret ingredient I’ve been missing all these years is exactly that- other writers.  Hearing all of your voices from your blog posts and the comments you are kind enough to leave here combat that internal critic of mine better than I could possibly do alone.  Thank you, by the way.  You all inspire me.

But, I am smart enough to realize that blogging everyday doesn’t automatically equate to progress in writing.  Yes, certainly, I am still writing and most of my words I go right ahead and post here.  But as everyone who’s been published knows, you can’t post what you publish.

That’s right: I want to get published.  I want my poems, short stories and prose to find homes in the literally thousands of magazines, journals, literary anthologies and poetry collections out there.  That means both that I can’t automatically post them on here like I have been and that I, like the rest of you, will start to experience the thrill of rejection.

Reading all of your words has helped significantly in my quest to prepare myself for this.  You all remind me that it has to be expected, that it doesn’t mean I am truly a terrible writer and that the only way to get what I want is to keep submitting anyway.  So I anticipate getting a bunch of rejections before I get a single acceptance.  I’m steadying my nerves, as it were.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not scared.  I’ll be going from exposing my writing to all of you wonderful people who shower me with support, advice, positive feedback, insight and acknowledgement to a bunch of e-mails with single heart-shattering lines of rejection.  My inner critic, I know, will latch onto those words like a leech and feed off of them and I’m going to have to fight that much harder to combat it.

Which means that blogging- even if it isn’t directly improving my writing ability- will still need to happen everyday.  Because if I don’t continue to expose myself to all you wonderful writers, and if I don’t continue to arm myself with your positivity, then I’ll never make it out alive. 

What do you think?  Any other words of advice for a writer about to begin the process of trying to get published?  Anything else I need to know before I throw my writing to the lions?

Please leave a comment and let me know- your words are the soldiers in my defending army.

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Tuesday, June 4, 2013

An Open Letter from the Characters of my Many Unfinished Novels

Dear Beverly,

So this is where we're at, huh?  After pounding your fingers out on the keyboard and letting inspiration flow out of you like a good sweat you're just going to leave us here?  Waiting in this purgatory for a final judgement on our worth that- let's face it- at this rate is never going to come?

Well that's not gonna hold water.  Cause that- that, right there- that makes you wonder, doesn't it?  Which one of us would use such an expression?  No, don't answer right away.  Think about it.  Who's voice was that?

Oh, you don't know?  Could that be because you don't know all of us that well?  Because maybe in your rush to meet some arbitrary deadline you forgot that there might be real characters here?  That maybe beyond whatever plot devices you unleashed on us there was something more to be seen that you never bothered to write down?


Like who's favorite scent is gasoline?  And why?  That got you wondering, didn't it?  Now you're pondering if there's some tragic back-story behind that or just an inexplicable trait that won't mean anything in the end.  And who loves sunny side-up eggs more than anything on the planet?  How many deep-rooted memories can you trace back from that?

We got you wondering now, don't we?  And what about the stories themselves?  They're here, you know.  Waiting, right along with us.  And an unfinished story is the biggest tragedy of all, don't you think?  It's why we're here, or so we've been lead to believe.  And the longer we linger the further away it seems.

Please don't leave us alone.  We need our stories to be told.  We need our voices to be heard.  We exist.  And we are waiting for you.

Sincerely,
The Characters
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Monday, June 3, 2013

Less

You called it cereal box philosophy. 
Mass produced tidbits and factoids
that ultimately amounted to nothing more
than the latest fad in new age wisdom. 
You said that everyone who spoke that way
was buying into the same prefabricated speech
written for idiots
too sightless to know any better. 

When I ruminated on my life
and the myriad of ways it wasn’t turning out according to plan
you accused me of being naive
and buying into the same cookie cutter promises
of the American Dream that you said
I was too intelligent to believe in. 
You laughed at my epiphanies,
as if they were so obvious
that even the blind would see them. 

You accused me of wanting to stay stuck
in the cyclical repetition of my own mistakes. 
Told me I was more than capable
of choosing not to do the things
that chained me to the impossibilities of my life
and then rolled your eyes at me
when I marveled at your audacity.

The more I sought to understand,
the more helpless you accused me of becoming. 
Saying I was victimizing myself
by whittling my problems down
to the last common denominator. 
Defining me with the same psychobabble
you’d said I was so naive for believing.

And as I listened to your words,
as I believed your ‘truths’,
I became
less. 
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Sunday, June 2, 2013

Series Review: Battlestar Galactica

In addition to long walks with the puppy, seeing Into Darkness and much needed relaxation in general the big accomplishment of last weekend was finally finishing Battlestar Galactica (henceforth referred to as BSG.)  This was a big deal because it's taken us several years to get through the whole series.  Why?  Well, long story short this is not the kind of series you can just pick back up and watch any old time.  Much like a good book that requires your undivided attention we had to be invested in watching so that we could know what the hell was going on.  So it is that although we began watching... 3 years ago?  We only finished it now.  And it's entirely too important a series not to comment on.

As with a lot of my other reviews I must warn that this will contain pretty much every spoiler there is- I simply don't know how to write about it without commenting on these things, so it's just gonna happen.  As such, I must implore you that if you have not seen this series you should NOT read this because it will ruin one of the most important entries of the space opera genre for you.  Seriously.  If you have, please read on, leave your comments and let me know what you think.

Ok, so since i'm writing this review for individuals who have already seen the series i'm going to skip the synopsis since a)I suck at writing them and b) it's too damned complicated to try to sum anyway.  Instead, I will jump right into what I think:

From my vantage point, it seems the the series can be separated into 3 parts.  Part 1 comprising the miniseries and seasons 1 and 2, part 2 comprising season 3 and part 3 comprising season 4. 

Part 1- After the Fall, Civilization in Space and History
The miniseries chronicles the attack on the colonies and throws us head first into the world of cylons and humans.  We get a crash course in the history of the war, a look into how the cylons managed to so thoroughly destroy the colonies (thanks, Gaius!) and a rundown on Galactica herself.  Then season one starts right off where the miniseries left off with the fleet trying to outrun the cylons.  The miniseries and these first episodes are full of war- death, destruction, explosions, and military maneuvers.  All these high intensity scenes make you very aware of one of BSG's greatest strengths: it's got damned good CGI.  This is- by far- the best I've seen in a television series.  Movies?  No, I wouldn't say it's that good.  But for TV?  It's effing amazing.  And the sound is right up there to match.

Another thing on the production front I feel the need to point out is the music.  The creators did a great job not only at creating a fantastic score that mirrors the mood of the scenes but that song they composed for the series itself fits perfectly.  Songs win academy awards when they so perfectly fit the movie that the sound is synonymous with the movie itself (think Jaws, Jurassic Park, Godfather).  Those first few notes are synonymous in my mind with this series.  Great stuff.

Anyway, the rest of seasons one and two, while giving you plenty of backstory and plot development, are mostly stand alone episodes that show us the human race doing their best to survive a race well equipped to wipe them out.  This, to me, is the best of what space opera has to offer.  There's lots of drama, romance, death, renewal and strength and the actors on this show are really spectacular.  I have to give specific props to the fearless leaders Edward James Olmos and Mary McDonnell who show an incredible amount of range over the course of the series as well as the two female cylons Tricia Helfer (6) and Grace Park (Boomer/Athena) for playing so many different incarnations of themselves you sometimes forget it's the same actress.  They're all incredibly gifted and deserve wide acclaim for the series.

These first two seasons, on the whole, are where the series shines.  While there's plenty going on in the cylon conspiracy realm it doesn't overwhelm the individual plots of the episodes and we find ourselves carried along quite easily, blissfully wrapped up in this world, without really worrying too much about where it's all leading.

Added Bonus: The pseudo movie "The Plan" shows the first two seasons from the Cylon point of view and answers the question of why a race so advanced and capable keeps on fraking up their attempts to destroy the remaining survivors.   (Hint- it's their humanity.  Kind of a theme throughout the series...)  It really fleshes out a lot of the previously mysterious events making the first two seasons whole.  Check it out if you haven't already.

Part 2- New Caprica, The Opera House and the Cylon Revolution
Season 3, for me, is where it started to fall apart.  First off, New Caprica was a harsh wake-up for those of us who mistakenly thought that the miraculous first two seasons would continue as they were.  Not only are we thrown way into the future where things have changed so drastically (Wait- Sam and Kara are married?  The cheif and Cally had a kid?  Lee married Dualla, got fat and turned... orange?  What the frak?) that we can barely make head or tail of anything but the series itself starts to shift the way things take place.  Here they're really trying to move the cylon plot forward, most story arcs take place over several episodes and the whole thing takes on a different tone.

While the acting, score, effects and action sequences are still great they can't save the series from a convoluted plot.  Much like Lost each episode asks more questions than it answers and we're left with this building sense that there's something fundamentally important that we're missing.  It's confusing and frustrating and many episodes had me venting my frustration at the tv screen with no relief when the closing credits rolled.

Part 3- "Earth", The Final Five and The Mysterious Kara Thrace
Season 4 is where they try very very hard to end the series with dignity while answering the questions asked by the past 3 seasons.  They are not successful in this endeavor.  Yes, we get an answer to why the cylons keep saying "All of this has happened and it will happen again" in the form of "Earth" and the ending on the real Earth 150,000 years before we all started watching the show.  The final scene with 6 and Gaius walking the streets of New York with robots looking creepily advanced and that damned "All Along the Watchtower" song playing in the background is very foreboding and cool.

But the conclusion to the Opera House visions seemed, to me, like a hastily planned tableu.  Why did they have to bring Hera to the bridge, exactly?  Oh, so that all those visions could come true?  Oh, ok- except that that doesn't make any sense!  After seeing those visions in so many damned episodes I expected something a little more climatic.

And the final five themselves?  What the hell was the point there?  Oh, they each hold a piece of the resurrection formula and they're going to give it to the cylons so that they'll finally leave the humans alone?  Great, that makes sense.  Except that Galen goes Hulk halfway through the transfer and kills Tory- whoops, sorry cylons!  What?!?  And later on, when Tigh and Ellen are talking to Galen, and Tigh's like "Oh, I would've done the same thing" as if it's no big deal that they just pretty much destroyed their race?  Really?!?

And, I'm sorry cause I know I'm ranting but I can't help it, but what the FRAK happened to Kara?  She's dead, she's back, she spends the bulk of the season wondering what the hell she is and bemoaning her existence and then after using the song to help find the real Earth she just fraking vanishes?  One minute she's talking to Lee, the next she's gone.  And we never found out what the hell she was.  This made us so nuts we went back and re-watched the end with Ronald Moore's commentary and you know what he says?  He says that the actress (Katee Sackhoff) actually begged them to give her character a definitive ending and they refused because they thought it would be better to leave the audience going "huh?"  Honestly- his word: "Huh?"  Screw you, Ronald Moore!  So, so angry.

In the end the last seasons left way too many unanswered questions (Kara, what the frak the Gaius and 6 visions were, what happens to the cylons, etc, etc) for me to rate this series as highly as I would like.  I still love it, don't get me wrong.  The first two seasons are SO GOOD that I wouldn't skip it for the world.  But I'd be lying if I didn't say I think they failed to bring it all home in the end. 

That being said, the series will hold a special place in my heart right next to Star Trek (original, Next Gen, Deep Space, etc) and Star Wars (original trilogy, of course).  And given the love I hold for them that's saying a heck of a lot.
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