Always quirky, sometimes sweet speculative fiction

Month: September 2012

The Perfect Line

You know that perfect line. That line you can’t forget. The line that even if you wanted to you couldn’t scrub out of your memory with the scratchiest brillo-pad. If you still haven’t grasped the concept here’s two examples, one with no background (because I assume you all have watched Disney’s movie ‘Tangled’. If not, SPOILER WARNING) and one with a lot of background.

“You were my new dream”

So first, Tangled. The line Flynn says at the end (when we all think he’s dying) “You were my new dream”.

And just in case that wasn’t a good enough example of a perfect line. In the manga series ‘With The Light’(which you might be sick of me talking about with two posts in the last few weeks on it, here and here) the mother of the autistic child Hikaru needs to fill out a questionnaire on behalf of her son in which one of the questions is ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’. She eventually decides Hikaru would want to be (here’s the perfect line) “A happy working adult”. Even now, years after reading it for the first time, I remember that line. When I heard the manga-ka (Keiko Tobe) had passed away before completing the series I became frantic with worry that she may not have ended the series so I would never discover if Hikaru grew up into ‘a happy working adult’.

As a writer you can’t help but strive for that level of impact. Problem is sometimes it comes out cheesey. Other times the paranoid editor who hides within every writer thinks it’s too cheesey when in actuality it’s dead on and everyone but you can see it. Also it can be exhausting trying that hard on nearly every line of dialogue.

I’m currently revising ‘Storybook Perfect’, my first novel (which clearly this blog is titled after) in preparation for the Harper Voyager open submissions and every few pages (I’m lying, paragraphs!) I stop and agonise over a line, trying to make it perfect. This manuscript is being seen by the publisher, it hasn’t had an agents loving hand run over it to smooth out any creases, and a stay-at-home mum doesn’t easily have the money to hire an editor. I’m panicking that just about any imperfection could be the difference between acceptance and rejection – which of course it is. There will be thousands of authors competing and there is an undefined (at least not on the page I read) number of vacancies. If I’m rejected I know it won’t be the end of the world, I’m made of far tougher grit than that, but it would be awful to miss an opportunity like this simply because the work wasn’t perfect.

Of course perfection is all about perception.

What’s your favourite perfect line? It can be either your own creation (in which case please give us some context) or something you’ve seen/read.

 

Tangled image full rights belong to Disney.

***While trying to hunt down a picture of Flynn’s ‘death scene’ I came across a picture of a cosplayer ‘bringing the smoulder’ and couldn’t stop laughing. I got permission to link to it so please go here and enjoy! If you have a DA account comment too please 😀 ***

The ‘Look’ Challenge

I’ve been challenged by fellow writer/blogger Elizabeth Barone, to do the ‘Look’ challenge. To complete the look challenge you take the work you’re currently toiling on, go to the first time the word ‘look’ appears therein and post the surrounding passage on your blog. I went with my manuscript for Storybook Perfect since I’m working on it for the Harper Voyager open submissions for spec-fic rather than the short story I’m currently doing (which is not going quite so well, but as I’ve said before, I sometimes struggle with short stories).

So here you go, a little sneak peak of early on in chapter 1 of Storybook Perfect:

 

Brione blinked.

Where am I? The thought wafted out of the shock. She hadn’t blacked out, at least she didn’t think so. Aside from a slight ache where her seatbelt had held her in place she couldn’t feel any injuries so the impact must not have been severe. Despite her pose Yui had not been speeding, though perhaps she had been driving faster than she should have on the shale. Yui was already unbelted and clambering out her door to inspect the damage. Brione took a long deep breath and closed her eyes, letting the relief swell.

Madison breathed hard behind her. The breaths started off rapid and terrified, but Brione could hear them turning into angry pants. This was not the first time Madison had been in a crash when Yui drove. While none of the accidents were any more severe than this one, Madison did not appear to be taking that into account.

Yui knelt beside the front driver’s side tire to inspect it.

“Ugh! The mudguard’s up against the tire. Give us a sec.” She told her friends without looking away from the damage. The half-Japanese girl drew herself up high and aimed two solid low kicks against the mudguard, expanding the gap. She leaned down to consider it again. “I don’t think the frame underneath is damaged. Just a little body work needed.” She peered back inside the car, dropping herself back into the driver’s seat. “I’m turning off the radio though, gonna keep an ear on the engine just in case.”

“Well you are the expert.” Teased Brione, teeth flashing in a cheeky grin.

Madison wordlessly screamed and jumped out of the car, slamming the door as she got out. “I’m walking the rest of the way.” She told them with a fury that could burn your ears.

Yui shrugged and started to reverse. Madison was prone to furious outbursts, if she wanted to explode, let her do it some where far away.

Madison shrieked as the car reversed past her and when Yui stopped to change back into first gear Madison tore open the door and flung herself back inside. Evidently the thought of walking a kilometer along a deserted country road by herself was a scarier prospect than getting back into the car with the crumpled front.

Madison’s muttering was louder than the engine and Yui tried her best to focus on how that was a good thing because that meant the engine was fine. Brione barely heard the grumbling because she was pondering a statistic she had heard of which claimed most drivers automatically drove to defend themselves. Yui had not and it prickled Brione’s interest.

I use omniscient third person POV, which is a different to usual so I’d love to hear what anyone thinks. Also if you’d like to take the challenge let me know and I’ll post your link here.

With The Light – Why I’m Having Trouble Letting Go

Long post ahead. Spoilers for ‘With The Light’ too. You’ve been warned.

 

Remember how crazy the internet went when Harry Potter finished, then again when the movies wrapped up too? End of Series-itis. I’ve got it again for the amazing ‘With The Light’ by Keiko Tobe. I’ve already posted about the series ending and how I felt about that, but I wanted a more positive post to follow up, so I’m going to tell you about what it was that made ‘With The Light’ so magical to me.

1: Main characters to admire and aspire to

Sachiko

Sachiko, an inspiring mother

The point of view character is Sachiko, newly married to her dream guy. She has given birth to a beautiful baby boy at sunrise and she holds him in her arms as the sun’s light fills the world. She calls her son, Hikaru, because he came to her with the light. She learns early on that Hikaru is autistic, but denies reality at first. This causes such angst for her and her husband (Masato). When Sachiko chooses to accept the truth and do her best is when she begins to shine as a character.

Sachiko is an inspiring mother and a strong woman. Some people may have trouble seeing a stay-at-home mum as a ‘strong female character’, but Sachiko proves a quiet determination is just as impressive as a sword wielding woman in men’s clothing is in a fantasy setting. Sachiko hangs in there, trying new things and when that doesn’t work, coming at the problem from a different angle and never giving up. How is that not inspiring? Personally I wish I was half the mum Sachiko is – and I don’t think I’m a bad mum at all, so that’s how great I think she is. She even pulls off being a wife well during this too.

The Azuma family

The only time Sachiko doesn’t rise to the occasion is in the case of facing down her mother-in-law. Considering the series was never brought to its originally intended conclusion, however, this may have been something she was planned to overcome, but never had a chance to do. (If you’re curious what I mean here, read my previous post, to find out why the author had to finish her books at a different point to her original plan.)

The Azuma’s family dynamic is something to goal for, an understanding and helpful husband who works hard, an affectionate and determined mother, a little sister with the pluck to stand up to her friends despite the consequences when they tease her autistic brother. They are close knit and talk about their problems (usually) working together to achieve their goals and always facing the future with a united front. It’s hard not to see them as a good example of a family.

2: Secondary characters with amazing plots

Sachiko and Hikaru walking to school

Another wonderful thing Tobe-sensei does with her writing is to bring back ‘bit characters’ for wonderful minor story arcs and she’ll bring them back regularly. Children Hikaru attends day care with go through elementary school with him and lament when they won’t be attending junior high together. There are characters like Tanaka, a handsome young man who ends up becoming an entertainer with Johnnys (a huge entertainment company in Japan with all the hottest singers and actors); Oota-san his(Tanaka’s) next door neighbour, good friend and possibly even first love(?); Nobuaki, an energetic and wild boy who is inseparable friends with Hikaru after a rocky start in day-care; Moe-chan, a sweet girl who plans on being a nurse when she grows up (and who I always secretly wished would one day be Hikaru’s girlfriend, but that’s just me being a giggly romance lover); Miyu-chan, Hikaru’s classmate in special education whose mother initially didn’t even know what autism was; Eri-chan, the girl whose silence caused Hikaru’s first major injury but who proves you can rise above abuse with enough strength. The list goes on, including other classmates, teachers who can be antagonistic (or at the very least difficult) but have good reasons underlying, neighbours, shop keepers and more.

Sometimes the ‘bit character’ will disappear for a few chapters (or longer) but they’ll reappear with more of their story to tell if you give them enough time. These stories are interesting and challenging and more than once I’ve felt the content would have been compelling enough to feature as its own story separate entirely from this if the author had wanted to do it that way.

It’s hard not to admire character creation of this calibre when you’re a writer but I’m sure even as a reader it is still a treasure to enjoy.

3: Learning about the world of autism

Hikaru making some crayon art

It is amazing to learn about autism so organically. To learn by watching the Azuma’s teaches you in an interesting way. I knew basically nothing about autism before picking up volume one, and while I’m not claiming to be an expert now, I find myself understanding much more easily when a parent with an autistic child comes into the store needing assistance.

The teaching methods the Azuma’s employ for Hikaru are such great ideas, and many of them can be applied to neurotypical children too (as the birth of Kanon demonstrates within the Azuma family). I’m looking forward to using a few of these ideas as Xander grows up.

4: An insight into Japanese culture and how it deals with autism (and disabled individuals)

A mother and her beloved children

In some ways Japan seems to be dramatically behind the western world in its treatment of those who are autistic or disabled. Tobe-sensei points this out herself in her last chapters when relatives from America visit them and talk of how the Americans behave in regards to an autistic child in an airport. There are great systems, like the government’s policy that public companies must have a certain percentage of disabled employees or be fined (and the fine works out more expensive than the extra wages would be), but general knowledge is extremely limited and many family members feel ashamed and try to hide the disabled individual so others will not comment. Sachiko is always up front about Hikaru’s autism, but her mother in law is ashamed of it, trying to avoid interaction with Hikaru then later, after learning to love him, hides him away so a nosy neighbour doesn’t tell the rest of the neighbourhood.

Also, the word autism in Japanese translates as ‘closed personality disorder’, leading many people to believe it is like depression. This gives people the wrong idea from the get go, so Sachiko often needs to describe things more deeply.

I’m always intrigued by Japanese culture, so learning these things is a treat for me, even if some of these facts are ‘negatives’ it’s all interesting to learn.

5: Beautiful art.

Hikaru and Kanon

Now for the shallow reason, the gorgeous artwork. I’m sad that the translation publisher never printed a single colour page, despite the fact it’s obvious Tobe-sensei did plenty of colour pages and they’ve done colour pages for other publications. Hey Yen Press! Make a With the Light artbook. I swear I’ll buy two!

 

So there is lots to love about the series. The plot is a roller coaster, where you want to cry first from sadness, then frustration, then happiness. It’s also interesting to watch Sachiko as she keeps on slogging forward and see how she faces each obstacle.

This is a series I wish could reach more people, but I know many people don’t like ‘sequential art’ (fancy word for comics) so may ignore this series purely because of that. I hope that if anything I’ve said over the last two posts has interested you in the series that you don’t hesitate to try it out.

If you want to read my reviews of each volume please check out my Goodreads account. Volume 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8.

And no, no one is paying me for this promotion.

All pictures were scanned from my copies of ‘With The Light’ and are being used only as examples of the beautiful art within.

With The Light – The End

Today I finished the manga series ‘With The Light’.

With the Light is the touching tale of Sachiko Azuma, a new mother who names her infant son ‘Hikaru’ because he came to her with the morning light. (Hikaru translates as ‘light’ or ‘to be bright’ in Japanese for those unfamiliar with the language) Sachiko starts to notice differences between her son and other babies his age. She talks to her doctor and soon comes to learn her son is autistic.

With The Light, complete set

Sachiko faces many trials and tribulations while raising Hikaru, but as often as the story is sad it is also moving and beautiful and filled with triumph. If you want to read my reviews of each volume please check out my Goodreads account. Volume 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8.

Finishing a series is always a strange feeling. Once it’s done you can’t imagine what you’ll read next. You wonder what happened to the characters after ‘the end’. It’s like you’re lost and not quite sure where to go.

This series end was particularly daunting for me since I learned before reaching the final volume that the manga-ka(the author and artist of the manga), Keiko Tobe, passed away before completing the series.

In the first volume Tobe-sensei created a moment where Sachiko is asked what does Hikaru want to be when he grows up. Due to his developmental level he is unable to express this himself so Sachiko wonders and eventually decides she wants Hikaru to be a ‘happy working adult’ when he grows up. Those words stick with you and one of the first things I thought when I learned of Tobe-sensei’s demise was that I may never get to see Hikaru become a happy working adult.

As it is, Tobe-sensei did her best to try and finish the story, roughing up some storyboard pages on her sick bed. She managed two full chapters, bringing us to what appears to be the conclusion of junior high. She does it with beautiful resonance with the beginning but we still never reach adulthood. While it breaks my heart to not see him as a happy working adult, the ending is still beautiful and all of this does nothing to diminish the marvellous tale.

With the Light is a story that touches hearts and moves you. Even though Tobe-sensei never had the chance to write it to its true conclusion it is a story I really wish everyone could read.

Are there any stories/series that have moved you like this? Also, look out, because my next post is going to be talking more about the series.

Library Card

Om nom library card

Today I finally got my library card.

It’s shocking, I know. How does someone who reads at least two books a month have gone so many years without a library card? Well I always had the disposable income to buy whatever book tickled my fancy. I know when you borrow the book from the library it is supposedly tallied up so the publishers know the author’s book is being read (the internet says so, so I guess it must be true…), but I know buying the book leads to more benefits for the author so would buy because that mattered to me.

Now my disposable income is dramatically smaller (and what little I do have keeps getting spent on Xander) and I can’t just buy anything I see and want (which is my habit).  Over the last few months my ‘To Be Read’ pile has been reaching almost manageable levels (I mean gosh, I can’t remember the last time I was down to ten books left to read), but of course interesting books keep sweeping by asking for me to buy them and I’ve had to be strong and say no. Afterwards I go home and write the title in a Notepad file on my laptop and there the book sits and waits, and soon, very soon I will go to the library and borrow it.

So many cool features have been added to libraries since I last went too. Apparently you can now go online and search if the book you want is there at the branch you want and if it isn’t you can just email a request to transfer it and they’ll SMS you when it arrives in the branch. Wow! Technology!

I feel so old saying that.

It’s crazy that some of my fondest memories of my youth were spent in the Lismore library, yet I haven’t owned a library card since moving out of home.

Is anyone else out there like me? Or could you not live life without your library card in your wallet/purse? And does anyone know if the internet is lying to me by claiming authors still get acknowledged for how many times their book is borrowed from the library?

The Heartbreak of a Closed Bookstore

Growing up my parents owned a shop on the main street of Ballina. I spent many a weekend and school holiday day in the back room of that shop watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit on the TV my parents put in there and walking up and down Main Street window shopping. My favourite store of all was a second hand book store down an arcade that lead to the river backing Main Street, it was called ‘Reader’s Delight’.

Oh I loved that store. I would buy books and exchange books and spend hours figuring out what book I would beg my parents for money to buy next. The old man (he seemed ancient to the eight year old me) was friendly and chatty and didn’t complain I was pawing through 80% of the books on his shelves like the people who ran the book store located right next door to my parent’s store.

A couple of years ago my family (including my parents) were in Ballina and we returned to the store because we were already headed down the arcade on another errand. I was delighted to find the store still there, just as perfect and packed with books as ever. The same old man reclined behind the counter, an open book in his lap as I remembered. When he recognised me – now in my late twenties – you couldn’t have removed the smile from my face. Unless you told me what my next trip would be like.

Last week my husband and I returned to the area to visit a nephew turning eighteen. Though we were staying in another town we had a reason to go to Ballina and parked near the arcade on Main Street as that was the first park we found. When our errand was completed we walked past the mouth of the arcade. I regaled my husband with my stories of ‘Reader’s Delight’ and he asked if I wanted to go down there. With money and time alike a little tight (and a cranky toddler) I replied “No, it’s okay.” I ducked a little to see the sign at the end of the arcade. “The signs there still, so I know it’s still there, that’s good enough for me.”

Unfortunately my husband decided money and time weren’t so tight and he would like to see if they had any good children’s books. Something didn’t feel right, but we went anyway. As we approached the storefront I could feel the crack opening in my chest. An empty, dusty store hid behind the glass pane whose only decoration was a ‘for lease’ sign. No books with yellowed edges packed tight on shelves, no sweet old man reading his book and smiling from behind the counter, nothing but that sign on the arcade awning still there only because no one had leased the location yet.

For a few moments I felt as if my childhood had been stolen away by this closed store. I had to remind myself away from the melodrama (I do have a tendency after all) but still couldn’t help but wonder, had the GFC hit my favourite store? Had my adored store owner passed away? Again with the melodrama. When I expressed my distress to T-J he calmly told me that it was more likely the owner had simply retired (and that is why I married him).

I like the image of the bookstore owner sitting in his home, all the books he couldn’t sell stuffed into his own shelves, reading happily on a recliner in his retirement, the smile on his face a mirror to the smiles he created on thousands of book lover’s faces through the decades he ran Reader’s Delight.

Time To Get To Work!

Oooooh, Harper Voyager are going to do open submissions for epic fantasy (and some other genres) novels. True it’s for their e-book line, but still – HARPER VOYAGER!

I have to get out the polishing cloth on ‘Storybook Perfect’ and the still-not-quite-perfectly-named ‘Written By The Stars’. I promise I’ll keep blogging, but definitely going to be focused in on those manuscripts for the next few weeks.

PUMPED!

Achievement or Not?

As I mentioned in my last post I’ve been quite sick for a while now. Actually, wait a moment, that’s not quite the start of this story, let’s rewind to when I was pregnant. Instead of the modest 7-19kg that is healthy to gain whilst pregnant, I put on 38 kilos (yup, THAT much). Obviously that took me up a few clothing sizes. In the time since giving birth I have lost a sizable chunk of that weight (25kilos actually) but those last 13 kgs were stubbornly remaining on me. Naturally this meant all my old clothes stayed up in boxes at the top of the closet ignored for a couple of years now.

Back to the present now. Recently I was irritated by the fact that all my current jeans are falling off my hips and decided to try a pair of my old jeans on and – huzzah! – I’m able to fit in my old pre-pregnancy jeans.

Naturally I’m delighted to be able to pull those boxes down from the top shelf and put some old faves back on and I’m ecstatic to be almost back in my old body (still got a stubborn 4kg to go, but really not that fussed by them), however it doesn’t feel like an achievement because I did nothing but convalesce on my sick bed.

Now I’m not saying I’m not glad with the results, I’m just curious as to whether I should define this as an achievement or is it just something that happened?

Internet Hiatus

Spring has sprung and I’m finally starting to feel healthy and energetic again. For the last 18 weeks I’ve been suffering from the cold/flu that would not die. It was an endless cycle of symptoms of varying intensity. As soon as the runny nose left the cough would show up, when the cough subsided the fever would hit. I lost my voice four times and at one point my back was so sore I spent two whole days with a heatie wheatie bag firmly attached and received a mild burn as a result(it looks like a large spider web-esque bruise along my spine). Achey and exhausted for months on end I had to cut something to ease the pressure on my daily schedule and allow me the rest I needed to recover. I wasn’t giving up writing or caring for my son so I decided to take a temporary hiatus from blogging.

Actually it was more than a blogging hiatus, it was an internet hiatus. I stopped reading blogs, only checked my emails every 3-4 days, even Facebook was ignored for a 12 day stretch. Pinterest didn’t even get a look in for two months.

The last few days I’ve been getting better (after FINALLY seeing a doctor who was smart enough to tell me there is an antibiotic you CAN take while breastfeeding) so I’ve been hitting the internet running.

Pinterest: check

Facebook – now smothered in several months-worth of photos of Xander: check

Goodreads reviews updated: check

Returning to the blog: check

Looking forward to seeing you all regularly again 😀

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