All Right Boys, Let’s Get This Show On The Road

I’m perilously close to finishing my book Mind the Gap, which is good, because during the time I was slaving over that mess, I’ve come up with a slough of new ideas that I can’t begin until I cash in MTG. Here’s a look of things to come!

The Wilson Boys: Running a Revolution

They’re five men of means, all working for the same Leader (bless his soul, the bastard).

There’s Harold, whose perennially single status has done nothing to dampen his excited (albeit sometimes cruel) spirits.

There’s Arthur the right hand man, who as a Pole, has difficulty getting the interns to pronounce his last name.

Jack is the youngest of the bunch, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t already a master at his craft: the art of disguise. The only thing he can’t seem to master quite yet is looking as effeminate as his mysterious husband.

Working directly for the Leader as his valet, Marcus Ives brings a taste of Italy to the otherwise staunchly English household. The most quiet of the bunch, he often proves surprising when he lets out some of that wisdom he has bottled up in there.

And finally, our saint and savior, Peter Fleming. Fresh off the boat (well, his parents were), he isn’t quite as Pennsylvanian as the others, and has, miraculously, remained untainted by the persistent efforts of the others to make him otherwise.

Together, these lads form a bond that cannot be broken, no matter how many times they almost get arrested. Wait, you’re surprised by that? Then I guess I forgot to explain it to you: these boys are running a revolution, so naturally things get a little dicey.

Author’s Blurb: This story is written in the form of a television show, similar to the style of “The Office” but with a bit more of the interview-type stuff, and more action in the sense that caps will be popped.

here’s a nifty link right to the story. If you’re going to read it, please leave a review. I’m rather fond of these chaps, and I want to know if you are too.

Linkage!

More fiction to come later!

Honorata

When The Pen Moves Strangely: Drawing for Writers

Sometimes I get so excited to write a scene that I absolutely cannot stand the wait to see it printed on a page. I become so filled with inspiration, and with limited time (or attention span…I write very slowly), I sit down with a pencil and lined paper.

What comes from this is never good. I swear, I have a folder filled with sketches of characters in the midst of scenes I was too lazy to write. If only I could draw, this wouldn’t be so much of a problem.

Oh, believe me, I’ve taken peeks at many an art and drawing class. I’ve poked my head into doors, blinked several times, then dashed down the hall in terror of what awaited me inside—rooms upon rooms of people who have a knack for drawing. I honestly don’t have the courage to be the one mediocre kid in a so called “beginner’s” art course, so I remain silent about the matter.

Maybe it’s that I should learn to form the pictures in my brain into words faster. I should learn to type a thousand words a minute, too, and give up writing on paper because that’s just hopelessly slow. I don’t really know. I don’t have an answer to my writing/drawing conundrum, and probably never will. All I know is this: if you can write and draw, you’re truly gifted, my friend.

Numero Uno

Huzzah and welcome to the newest online sanctuary of the Loris! Once I get the hang of this blogging thing (I’ve never been a great internet whiz), I will be posting fiction to be reviewed, and perhaps if I have time I’ll work on a few articles about writing and life.

A bit about me: I’ve recently abandoned the community of Fictionpress, and am currently in search of a fiction-writers’ circle in which I can give and receive feedback in a more personal situation. If I can’t find this here, I’ll go elsewhere, but for now, this is just a waiting-place. We’ll see how it works out, eh?

A goal of mine is to see every writer—who has a decent story—receive the feedback they deserve, whether it be positive or negative. Ignored fiction is something that eats away at the mind of the writer, gets them down and forces them into a pessimistic, downward spiral of thinking. This is obviously bad, and I am striving to right this wrong. So, who’s with me?