I’m Talking to Aliens! Wait a Minute. HOW?

If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?

Well, after getting over my shock, I would ask them a simple question: How am I talking to you?

How do extraterrestrials know my language? Did you parse through the World Wide Web? Did you steal cable? Did you take Duolingo lessons?

What hyper-advanced technology let you decipher a language you’ve never encountered? Did you kidnap Earthlings to teach you? Are you telepathic? I’m no musician, I can’t communicate in mathematical music.

Never mind the tech and science, I have important questions. I’m a writer, and these plot holes cannot stand. How do you know what I’m saying?

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life. Occasionally, I try to be funny.

What Readers Want

How do you write what people actually want to read?

Predicting what people want to read is difficult for me. In truth, when I write a post, I’m never entirely sure if anyone will be interested in it. I make frequent use of WordPress’s daily prompts for inspiration, and they are certainly a starting point, but I don’t feel that there is a guarantee that any given article will attract attention.

But to summarize, I write things that I would be interested in reading, I try to write a variety of types of posts, I keep it short, and I try to be funny.

If an idea strikes me, I go with it. If it interests me, maybe it’ll interest someone else, too. If I’m using a daily prompt, I try not to limit myself to the question. I treat a prompt as a diving board to jump off of into a sea of possibility, not a corral to hold me in one spot. I want to hold the reader’s attention, and short, dry responses to a prompt don’t appeal to me.

I mix it up. Observations, reflections on life, and sometimes, poetry. I’m frequently surprised by what gets a positive reception. I’m no poet. I dabble in it from time to time if I’m in the mood, and amazingly enough, my amateur poems are often noticed more than my other writing. Perhaps they’re charming enough to attract readers, or maybe people are laughing into their sleeves. Either way, they get views.

I try to keep my posts short. People are busy. Some people don’t have even a half-hour to spare on recreational blogging. So, I try to keep it short and simple.

Finally, I try to be funny. Humor always helps. Not laugh-out-loud maybe, but if I can get even a small chuckle, then I’m doing something right.

If anyone reading this post has their own thoughts on what readers – what you – want from a blog, please feel free to share.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

If I Had a Dragon

If you could pick any fictional animal to be your lifelong companion, what would it be?

If I had a dragon

I would fly far over the horizon

I would ascend in the sky with my trusty companion

Spiral through the clouds and scream all the way down.

But I know my friend would never let me hit the ground

Nor so much as nick a knee or elbow

We would visit far off places high and low

Sample the cuisine, visit museums and parks

(If my friend could fit, at least)

And together engage in fun and funny larks

And though dragons are not real

A boy can still dream.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

My Favorite Time of the Year

Autumn is my favorite time of the year. A liminal season between hot and cold, when everything is just right.

The days aren’t too dark nor too bright, the winds are cool but not frosty, the trees’ leaves turn to gold and carpet the ground in beauty.

Autumn is a time of thanks for the bounty of summer, a gentle time preceding the harshness of winter, a reminder that spring will soon follow.

Autumn is a time of rain showers that wash away the fervid air of a season of wildfires and smoke, bringing water to refresh thirsty nature.

Autumn is good. It is my favorite time of the year.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

A Trope That Annoys Me

What’s the most annoying trope in books or movies?

This is a trope that mostly concerns works of science fiction.

It is the habit of writers to treat planets like countries. To condense the vastness of space into something that serves as a rough analogy to Earth.

So, you get single planets run by single governments headed by either a single ruler or a small council of administrators. For an entire world. Ask yourselves, reader, how many countries, polities, states, provinces and cultures exist on Earth? Do you see our planet realistically being ruled by a single government? Easily? With no serious expenditure of resources?

I understand that if you’re writing a space opera, you don’t want to get bogged down in details nor become so mired in the worldbuilding that you can’t see the forest for the trees. But sometimes it stretches the audience’s suspension of disbelief to think that an entire planet is composed of a mere four tribes and two major cities. Contracting a whole world into such a simplistic portrayal just strikes me as … silly.

Practical, for reasons of saving time, but still silly.

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A Cat Named Flop

There was a cat in my neighborhood. My family and I would see him while going on walks.

He’d trot up to us and flop over on his back, demanding belly rubs.

So, we called him “Flop.” He was a friendly cat, if a bit presumptuous.

One day, we met his owner, who told us his real name was “Tiger.”

Tiger is a good name for a cat. But not a cute cat who flops on his back in front of strangers.

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A Million Tiny Moments

If you could go back and witness any historical event, what would you pick?

Something small, I think. Something quiet and brief, something that started as a whisper and built into a thundering roar in the present.

I think … the invention of the first instrument.

The very first time that a human made a device for the purpose of making sound and music. I would love to watch that clever person experiment and toy with their invention and show it off to their friends and family. I would love to see other people’s reaction to this strange new creation.

This is what I desire most to see in history. The million tiny moments with monumental implications. The first house. The first domesticated dog. The first plow. The first shoe. The first city. The start of things, moments for which there aren’t any records.

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Vacationing in the Mushroom Kingdom

Which fictional world would be the most fun to vacation in?

I would love to tour the Mushroom Kingdom, the world of Super Mario Bros. Strolling through a valley of giant mushrooms, snoozing on the sunny beaches of Gelato Beach, relaxing in Flower Fields … Such a vast, detailed world of make-believe to enjoy.

The folks are friendly, the sites are beautiful, it’s a fairly safe place all around, and the jerks and villains that do exist get beaten up by a pair of heroic Italian plumbers. Not bad, all in all. As long as I stay way from shady places like the land ruled by that nasty big turtle King Bowser, I think I’d do alright in the Mushroom Kingdom.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.


Read, Read, Read

There are things that school can’t prepare you for. There are challenges that no lesson you’ve learned will make you ready to face. There are everyday struggles that are mere myths in childhood and imposing realities in adulthood.

Schools don’t teach everything. They’re meant to prepare kids to thrive in life, but schools are remiss in important things, like how to budget money or how to replace a flat tire. Practical things, things that we end up learning through other means. That we all too often end up having to learn on our own.

Isn’t it amazing, then, that we live in a world where such information is so readily available? In the second it takes you to pull out your phone, thousands of years of knowledge is at your service. We carry around the weight of history in our pockets. We can read. We can read everything. How to take care of your car, how to fix your computer, how to paint your bedroom, how to fix a broken chair. So much knowledge, so much teaching, and we barely have to look very hard for it. We just have to be willing to read.

Say what you will about misinformation and gossip online, but facts, the useful kind, are just as easily found. So read. Read everything. If in doubt about how to cook a meal, read about it online. Curious about the history of the city you live in? Read up on that, too. Read, read, read.

And if you’re concerned about possible misinformation, then read about the same subject in different sources. Use your head. Figure things out. We aren’t being kept in the dark as much as we might think. A lot is online, enough to make the Library of Alexandria look like the preschooler’s section at your local bookstore.

Don’t know what the Library of Alexandria is? Guess what? You can look that up right now!

And if you aren’t one for the Internet (although, seeing as how you’re reading this blog, well …), there are still plenty of options. Libraries, bookstores, garage sales, hole-in-the-wall shops. Books are still everywhere. Buy some, read them, learn, grow. Reading is learning. Learning is independence.

I’m completely biased in saying this. I’m a writer and reader. I love words. Though I grew up loving the tactile feel of a book in my hands, I recognize how useful the Internet is for learning stuff that isn’t just silly and random. There is so much to learn. So much of it can be found for free. You’d be surprised how much of it is just there. Not hidden, not obfuscated. It’s out there. We just have to be willing to look.

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How Writing a Novel is Like Cooking a Breakfast Scramble

Breakfast scrambles are really good, aren’t they? You cook upsome eggs, toss in some sausage, cheese, maybe green peppers, some onions and hashbrowns. Whatever’s lying around, whatever you’ve tried before that tasted good, gets thrown in the pan and mixed together. Delicious.

I’ve realized that writing a novel kind of works the same way. You take what you’ve learned from past writing attempts, all your successes in storytelling, your lessons in grammar and pacing, and then you throw in bits and pieces from your own life: Childhood memories, friends, strangers, events and images that left a lasting impression, a random trivia fact you read in a book five years ago. There are so many things I draw from for inspiration and guidance when writing. And I throw them onto the page together and voila! I have a novel.

Of course, breakfast scrambles don’t require revisions. Novels require more drafting and a bit more seasoning, if you will, then a one-and-done meal. But both work by combining disparate elements into a cohesive whole that is greater than the sum of its parts. Both also involve a great deal more improvisation than one might expect. Indeed, for all my planning and forethought, I often find that writing is more chaotic than anything that occurs in the kitchen. Food is much more predictable than words. At least when you’re cooking an egg you know what the end result will be. Stories always surprise.

Better, I suppose, than the other way around.

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