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Is that the Eiffel Tower in Paris, the one in Vegas, or Tokyo Tower? They all look the same to me.

A milestone has been reached this evening, ladies and gentle-bloggers. And I thought I’d never get here. I think I might cry.

I know every time I reach a milestone–10K views, 250 followers, 500 comments–I remember how hard it was to get one view in a single day on this blog. But now I average 10-35 views a day, and people let me know what they think about my posts at least once a week. It makes me feel happy and appreciated and it lets me know that people are interested in my writing. Or at the very least my blog writing. I hope people are interested in my fiction as well.

Thanks to everyone who has commented on my blog up to this point. I hope you continue to support me as time goes on and I hope we have some great conversations in the future. And a very special “thank you” goes out to Christine Haggerty, whose comments helped me pass this milestone. I couldn’t have done it without you, and good luck with your own writing. I’m sure you’ll do awesome.

I’ll have more to write tomorrow. Good night everybody!

The word that sends people into horrified nightmares.

I’m what’s known as a Lecterite. Like die-hard Trekkies, Whovians, and comic book junkies, I get very revved up by Hannibal Lecter, and love to praise the character and fault the work when it fails to live up to his scary image. Which was why I was very excited–and very worried–when I heard they were making a prequel series that showed the development in the relationship between Lecter and Will Graham (the guy who searched Lecter’s head before Clarice Starling ever graduated high school, if you didn’t know).

I remember watching the pilot (read review here), and I remember being intrigued. I also remember thinking vaguely that I would do a review of the season finale, but that sort of became a prophecy as time went on. And at that time, I would know if I would be disappointed, if I would be happy, or at the very least glad Starling wouldn’t come to TV (I am not a Starling fan).

I’m happy to say that I was not disappointed (and Starling will get her own show on Lifetime apparently, but don’t expect me to watch it). Hugh Dancy, Mads Mikkelsen, and Lawrence Fishburne deliver as Will Graham, Dr. Lecter, and Jack Crawford respectively. For the first time, there’s a Will Graham who actually convinces me he can get into the minds of killers whether he likes it or not (this is mentioned in Red Dragon and its movie adaptions, but very rarely explored), and this is utilized to its best in the season’s plotline. Lawrence Fishburne is tough and ready to do what it takes to catch a killer, even if it means pushing some very dangerous limits.

And Mikkelsen? My God, he’s better than Hopkins! He portrays Lecter like he’s a casually curious kid who’s constantly finding someone’s set up dominoes in front of him and he can’t help but see what happens if he pushes that one domino. And why? As he says in the penultimate episode, “Because I can.” If that’s not psychopathic, I don’t know what is! And the best part is, he’s at the heart of the FBI investigations and a damn good actor and manipulator, so nobody, no matter how good these feds are, can figure out he’s got them around his fingers. And trust me, these feds aren’t portrayed as incompetent as in the novels or the movies.

All that and a tight plot that keeps you on the edge of your seat. Not too much blood but plenty of creepiness and freaky murder and death to draw in the viewers without grossing them out. And the characters and relationships and their developments are incredibly believable. It’s the best adaptation of the Lecter books yet!

So 2014, come soon so I can find out what happens in season 2 (SPOILER: Hannibal isn’t in a cell at the end of season 1). In the meantime, I’m assigning the entire season a 4.2 out of 5. I take 0.8 points out because the fourth episode was pulled for its so-called objectionable material. I don’t know what was so bad with that episode that it had to be pulled prior to broadcast and aired only online and abroad. But maybe I’m just thick-skinned and not easily disturbed (or too disturbed to care) about kids being brainwashed into killing their families.

Anyway, you probably don’t care. But I’m putting it out for those who do. Good night everybody!

On Wednesday, I created the cover for Reborn City out of a photograph and Photoshop. Problem was, I wasn’t completely satisfied with it. So, after much thought and encouragement from the ever-helpful Matt Williams, I turned to CreateSpace. If you don’t know what CreateSpace is, it’s a program through Amazon that you can use to self-publish ebooks, paperbacks, and all sorts of wonderful things. I’d never considered using CreateSpace because I heard it costs money, but I learned that only some services do, while others are very DIY and free-of-charge. And I like those options.

Now check out the old cover:

RC cover

Now check out the new one:

Reborn City

Same photograph, better picture. Sure, there’s no graffiti-esque writing, but this looks better, more professional. And maybe someday, if God is good to me, I can create the cover of my dreams with a later edition.

And guess what? CreateSpace also does print-on-demand paperbacks for no cost to the author, just a small percentage of royalties. Do you know what that means? It means all my books can be someday turned into ebooks and paperback editions! All you have to do is order them from Amazon!

And of course I’ll try to do this with The Quiet Game, get the cover to be customized so that it stays the cover. That’s one I can be satisfied with, I just hope I can get it onto the editions. I hope you’re as happy as I am! If I can, I’ll get the cover loaded up tomorrow, along with sending RC to the copyright office. It’s going to be fantastic!

Expect Reborn City November 1, people, and The Quiet Game this summer whenever that gosh-darn copyright is processed. Ooh, I’m so excited. Hope you’re excited with me!

From now on when I announce articles for that blog, I’ll be doing some form of abbreviation.

Recently I took a position writing articles for a blog that helps self-published authors. Last night I finished my first article and uploaded it onto the blog. The article, titled “World-Building In Fiction”, talks about the importance of setting in a fiction story and techniques to improve the settings of one’s stories. I listed five points and added a photo of Cloud City from The Empire Strikes Back as an example of a complex and visually stunning setting.

To say the least, I’ve had a pretty good reaction. A couple of comments, pletny of likes. It makes me feel good, because this was my first article and I was really nervous about what sort of feedback I’d get. My thoughts basically were, “Does this sound preachy? If I say this, will someone be offended? Is the ending clear and concise? Does it even wrap up the article with any sort of finality?” To say the least, I’m relieved that nobody’s calling for me to be burned at the stake.

If you wish to read the article, you can follow the link here. Who knows? You might pick up a tip or two for your own writing.

Maybe.

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Earlier this week, it came to light that E. Gordon Gee, the President of Ohio State University, had said some things about the University of Notre Dame and Catholics in jest at an athletics meeting. Some took the comments as offensive,  He apologized for his comments and Notre Dame formally forgave him. Most of the Catholic students on campus and on Facebook have agreed that they didn’t find the comments offensive. Heck, I’ve heard more offensive comments from comedians on TV (Jeff Dunham and his dummies come to mind).

But today, President Gee announced his retirement, effective July 1st, because of the controversy his remarks led to.

Naturally, I and several other OSU students are devastated. President Gee was a positive influence on the campus. He brought a smile to us with his bowties and jovial nature and kind and quiet manner of speech. To many students, meeting President Gee was a milestone in their OSU careers. I even met one student who said she came to Ohio State just to meet President Gee, right before she took a photo with him at the student union. To us, losing him because of this little incident will be a big blow to the morale of the university and to the students.

This is me with President Gee back in my freshman year. He was an inspiration. I hope he stays that way.

This is me with President Gee back in my freshman year. He was an inspiration. I hope he stays that way.

Which is why, after discussion with some other students and a lot of thought about the subject, I started a Change.org petition to get the Board of Trustees at Ohio State to let President Gee keep his position and continue to serve Ohio State as he’s done for several years. So far, 125 people have signed, and I’m hoping that I can get that number up to 10,000, or about one-sixth of the Ohio State student population.

I’d appreciate it if you signed the petition, and possibly shared it on your own blog or Facebook. This means a lot to me, and I’m trying to make a difference as best as I can. If I can, I want to see this petition reach the goal count. If you can help me, that’d be great.

If you decide not too though, that’s okay. I respect your opinion and your choice and I hope we can find other things to agree on. But if you feel like it, please do sign the petition. You don’t even have to donate money to do it! And the best part is, you’ll be making a difference for about sixty-thousand students.

That, my friends, will be the best part.

I recently ran out of things to read. I had free time, so I took the bus down to the library and went on a search for books I wanted to read. Unfortunately, there were no copies of the books immediately on list, so I decided to pick up some good old Stephen King.

I first discovered the current King of Horror when I was 12 or 13 when I read It and I found myself hooked. For the next couple of years, I read a huge amount of King’s work. Unfortunately, around age 16 or 17 I started to grow tired of the King, and I stopped reading him. As sad as it is to admit, I got sick of Stephen King, and rarely picked him up unless to read one of his new books (Duma Key or Under the Dome) or read an old favorite (The Stand or It). But this trip to the library was the perfect opportunity to get friendly with His Scary Highness again.

So I picked up Carrie (read once before and needed to read again before the remake comes out in October), Misery (seen the movie, never read the book) and Cujo (never read, have to since they’re talking about remaking the movie), plus two other authors I’d heard or read good things about and I started to read. As I read Carrie, I felt all the old love come back. By the time I’d finished, I was back on loving Stephen King.

I’m looking forward to meeting this dog.

I’m now in the middle of Misery, and although I’m not that easily scared, it’s proving a good read. I also can’t wait to read Cujo, but I think afterwards I’ll take a break from the King. After all, I don’t want to get sick of him again! That would be horrible.

Have you ever gotten sick of a certain author and then rediscovered your love of them? Which author?

The digital stands, that is.

Most of you already know, but the short story I published as a promotional piece for The Quiet Game: Five Tales To Chill Your Bones, titled “Daisy: A Short Story”, is on Amazon and other websites, and on most of them it’s free. As of today, about 80 copies have been downloaded. To those who’ve already downloaded the story, thanks for downloading. I really like the idea of people reading my work.

And since I’m always looking to sell a little more, I thought I’d tell you a bit about this story I published, which follows the travails of a girl who’s been kidnapped by a deranged man and then kept in an abandoned building for several days. I wrote it back in high school, after having a very vivid and disturbing dream one night. I dreamed I was reading a comic book and one of the scenes in the story was playing out in the story. I woke up, and I started plotting a short story.

Well, the story I wrote, but it took a few years in storage for me to see what needed to be fixed. So three or four years later, I looked at the story, and started taking out a lot of unnecessary gristle. And as my high school English teacher said, “it’s done.” I couldn’t do anything more with it. And then I went to work creating a cover, sent it over to the copyright office, and about three months and thirty-five dollars later, Daisy was on the net. My uncle alerted me to some strange formatting problems on the copy he downloaded, I fixed the problems, and then he told me that besides the format issues, the story was good.

So now I hope for a few more downloads, I tell everyone I can that it’s available on the Internet, and I hope that it gets people interested in more of my work, such as The Quiet Game, which will be coming out sometime this summer. Perhaps a few people will do reviews on Amazon or on Smashwords or on B&N.com. I can hope.

So if you’re interested, please check out Daisy. You may have trouble sleeping, but at least you’ll have been entertained for a little while.

The second post I wish to finish tonight (assuming SNL doesn’t distract me too much) was inspired by both my dad and my friend and author Pat Bertram (you can read her blog here). I was talking to my father earlier this evening and we had an interesting conversation. He walked into the living room while I was sprawled out on the couch reading a graphic novel and told me he still had his mother’s phone number, the number belonging to my Savta, may her memory be blessed, in his phone even though she died several years ago.

(Savta, for those of you who don’t know, is Hebrew for “grandmother”, and is what I called my paternal grandmother from the time I was young.)

At first I thought he was going to ask me for advice about whether or not to erase the number. But then he asked me what would happen if he called that number…and Savta actually picked up the phone.

I grasped the idea pretty quickly that my father, ever supportive of my dream to become a horror writer, was trying to give me an idea for a short story. I also figured out pretty quickly that my dad had given me an excellent idea for a short story…but Stephen King had already done a similar idea. Well, when I told my dad that, he looked a little disappointed, to the point of crestfallen. I wasn’t sure if he was sad that King had gotten there first or that I had rejected his idea for a short story. Whatever the case though, I tried to let him know I wasn’t rejecting his idea or that it was useless. On the contrary, even if I couldn’t write a story based entirely off of that idea, it was likely to appear in a short story or a novel of mine someday. The idea of the dead picking up the phone would probably swim around in my subconscious for a while before finding itself in a story I could actually use. In fact as I was talking about it, I realized there was a story that the dead calling would work perfectly in and told him so.

Of course, being me I told him in a way like this: “Oh, that could go in that story…yeah, definitely there…uh-huh…definitely could work there.” That and the hand motions I used probably confused my dad and made him want to move the conversation in another direction. But even if I can’t use his idea for a short story, it’ll still probably appear somewhere else, and that would mean my dad contributed something to my creative process.

My friend Pat Bertram recently did a post where she remarked how some writers will give up time with their families to devote to their writing, and how she advised doing the exact opposite of that. Speaking from personal experience, Pat said that she found every moment she spent with her late husband important and stimulating and a boost to her writing (and I am so sorry if I am misquoting you in any way, shape, or form Pat).

It’s moments like the one illustrated above that makes me agree with Pat. Family and friends, whether or not they drive you up the wall, are important and you should spend as much time as you can with them. Because when you make it as a writer, you want these people to be behind you and support you. And in cases like this, they really give you some awesome ideas to incorporate into your work.