Do you remember the first fictional character you fell in love with?
Sure, they might only be the product of someone else’s imagination, but that doesn’t mean we can carry a torch. Am I right?
I’ve had a few fictional loves over the years, but my first is still my favorite: Paul Atreides of Frank Herbert’s Dune.
Oh, Paul, you can still make my heart go all wobbly (*shhh* don’t tell my husband…okay, he already knows, and he’s resigned to it).
I first fell in love with Paul as a young teen. My mom had a wonderful library full of science fiction and fantasy. I picked up Dune and fell in love from the first page.
When we first meet Paul, he’s a fifteen year old boy who is both unusually gifted and fairly ordinary. His family takes an assignment on the desert planet of Arrakis, also known as Dune, which is the only source in the universe of the precious spice, a drug which can, among other things, allow some to see the future. Continue reading “Who Was Your First Fictional Love?”→
Decades from now, the human race is on the brink of total collapse, the fallout of an apocalyptic plague. You have an opportunity to go back in time and stop the plague before it happens–hit the reset button, if you will. If you succeed, you’ll cease to exist but humanity will live. The hard part is not going to be sacrificing yourself but actually finding the source of the plague because your intel is sketchy at best and anything you do in the past alters the future.
Seems like the apocalypse is everywhere these days. Books. Games. TV shows and movies. And it’s not really a new thing. From the dawn of humanity, folks have been fascinated with the end of the world as we know it (some times more than others). Why is that?
The following post is in honor of Piper Bayard’s début novel, Firelands. If you’ve read Piper’s and Holmes’ blog, you know that any book she writes is gonna be thrilling, funny, a little scary and, well, awesome. If you haven’t read their blog, go read it. Right now. And then go get the book…or Felinius Maximus will hunt you down.
You’ve been warned.
Fast forward to tomorrow morning…
You wake up expecting the day to be like every other one. You’ll drag your butt out of bed, pry your eyelids open and stumble into the kitchen to throw some scalding coffee (or tea, matcha, whatever) down your gullet along with leftoversdonuts a nourishing breakfast. Continue reading “Grab Your Tac Bac, Machete and…Cat?”→
The following was originally posted at NicoleBasaraba‘s Uni-Verse-City during her Writing in Different Genres series. I was pretty darn excited to be part of it. Here is the article in its entirely, free from commercial interruptions…
Living the Fantasy Life by Sonia G Medeiros
I blame my parents for my obsession with love of fantasy. As a child, I had what you might politely call an active imagination. I was often in trouble at school for daydreaming (though, really, I had already finished the work…usually). But did my parents act quickly to contain this? Did they enforce the boundaries of reality and the dangers of dwelling in imaginary worlds?
Recently, when we talked about our favorite Saturday morning cartoons, the topic of bronies came up. What are bronies? Bronies are teen/adult male fans of My Little Pony, or MLP (and now I’m hearing Will Smith’s MIB…thank you very much). You know, bro + pony = brony.
And, then, a little light bulb went off…hey, my son is a brony too. Okay, he’s only six, so maybe it doesn’t really count. But he does love the MLPs. Continue reading “My Little Brony”→
Last week, I was in the throes of the move (the last one for the next 20 years, at least, if I have anything to say about it) and bereft of Internet. Since I rarely bother to turn on the TV (unless it’s to watch Netflix or something from the DVR) and even more rarely bother to pick up a newspaper, I did not hear about the passing of the great Ray Bradbury until last Sunday.
I wonder what Mr. Bradbury would say about our reliance on the digital word. E-books. Blogs. Google News. Yahoo! News. Search engines. Chat boards. Wikipedia. Facebook. Twitter. Books can be burned at the digital word can be altered. While I delight in the digital, I wonder… Continue reading “Ray Bradbury Lives On”→