Hey!! What's the story?
I just completed, as near as I can tell, my first book: a collection stories disguised as a novel. I do currently have a working title that I was initially happy with, BUT it may now be too obscure or inapplicable.
The title as it is now is "The Psalterdemalion." This is a combination of two of my favorite words: Psalter, which is a small book of psalms, and Tatterdemalion, which is a man dressed in multicolored rags and tatters. My thinking was that the man character, a story thief,…Continue
Added by Daniel Hale on December 14, 2015 at 18:29 — No Comments
So I've got my stories together for my first collection, and am currently working on the connecting narrative. I haven't even thought yet how I'm gonna get this published. Gotta start thinking what I need to do.
Added by Daniel Hale on November 16, 2015 at 2:41 — No Comments
I'm consistently humbled by the creepypasta movement online. Marble Hornets, Dogscape, Candle Cove, Dionaea House...stories I never would have thought of, concepts beyond anything I could dream even after an entire of binge drinking coffee and trawling the darker corners of YouTube.
Is anyone else familiar with these? If so, what do you think it takes to create a truly unique horror concept? Something with the flavors of Lovecraft, yet grounded in a modern human experience? House of…Continue
Added by Daniel Hale on September 20, 2015 at 18:03 — No Comments
Recently, I had my second round at the Writer's Arena, and made a greater effort than previously to tell my friends and family about it. More than once, I heard this:
"I'll vote for your story, but I won't read it."
That kinda stung, not gonna lie. The contest doesn't matter to me if I can't even rely on my friends and family to read my stuff and give me their honest opinions. I'd rather they just said they wouldn't vote at all.
What do you think? Do you ever have a…Continue
I've just started my third attempt for a story to submit to an anthology and I'm already having misgivings again. This one is tricky, because it refers to a work in the public domain and I dunno how they'd feel about that. Sent an email to ask. Nothing so far.
Should I continue this for now? Or maybe try for something else?
Added by Daniel Hale on April 26, 2015 at 5:50 — No Comments
One day, I know, I shall start work on a proper novel. But I've been doing the short story thing, partly because I enjoy it, and partly because Bradbury recommended it as a the best exercise for finding ideas and keeping a hand in storytelling. And speaking of Bradbury, I have ideas for story collections that I want to put together in a way that works as a narrative, not just a hodgepodge collection.
I know the market has changed immensely with the Internet; there's still places for…Continue
Added by Daniel Hale on March 16, 2015 at 2:28 — No Comments
I have something of an obsession with theme parks and their ilk. I feel they can be the ultimate ground for immersing people in a story, transporting them outside their everyday life and into another world in a way that movies, video games and even books cannot quit manage.
What do you think?
Added by Daniel Hale on August 14, 2014 at 1:56 — No Comments
Part of me genuinely wants to turn one of my short stories into a larger book. BUT another part of me wants to keep it simple, with the story as is, to turn it into a kid's book as intended. I'm not sure if it's my own frustration trying to expand it or impatience that wants me to do that.
Added by Daniel Hale on June 17, 2014 at 2:20 — No Comments
Friend of mine has pitched an idea she has for a webcomic that's piqued my interest, and wants me to write it for her while she does the artwork. She has a broad concept and a few characters, but otherwise is leaving it all up to me.
It's a promising project. My main concern so far is writing the 'script' in such a way as to give her enough artistic leeway. Anyone have any suggestions about that?
I've got five short stories published. I would think that would be a good time to start writing a novel. It just...doesn't come easy at all. Doll Bordello is nothing special, and the more I look at Pact of the Lantern, the more ashamed I am that this crap got published. I don't know what to do. Keep trying at these two? Or put em to the side for now, and hope something better comes along?
Is it laziness? Short attention span? What?
One big thing I look for in books is unique settings, particularly cities. Ankh-Morpork, Ambergris, New Crobuzon, Midian, Rapture, Nightside...I love these places There's something about a city; on the surface it promises so much: stability, security, culture. It's only when you get down into them that you see the seething mass of disease and chaos. And when you take that city and put some kind of unique spin on it...
That's something I really want to do, but how do I begin?
So I've got a few ideas for big projects to focus on once school is out, but I'm not sure which to follow.
1. A review for my story "Pact of the Lantern" said that, minus the swearing, it would make a good children's book. So I'm considering fleshing out the story a bit, finding an illustrator and, once my contract is up with Mystery and Horror, LLC, turning it into a kid's book.
2. I've been tentatively working out the outline for a story called "The Doll Bordello" that might…Continue
So I've been working on this the past few days, and sent it to a friend. She told me unequivocally that it wasn't great and should be scrapped. Now obviously I'm biased towards my own work in that I think everything I write is shite. But I also know that the very last person you ask for an opinion about the story is the guy who wrote it. So do me a favor and read this, guys. Tell me what you think. Let me know if there is anything in here worth salvaging.
The first step is easy: buy…Continue
We read because it hurts.
We write because it hurts worse.
It hurts to know the things we'll never know.
It hurts to build the things we'll never see.
We can never be satisfied.
We can never be content.
We go on.
We will dream. We will build. We will die unsatisfied.
I wrote this some time ago. Never really did anything with it. Not a story, not really. Just something I wrote.
It’s been a long time in the chest.
Cramped and small, the lot of us lying about on one another. We lay here, halfway to the living time from the sleeping time, dreaming of the time of life, the time of existence. We dream of the days of playtime.