I’m a huge Harry Potter fan. Even though J.K. Rowling decided to steal my mountain, I still love Harry Potter. I love the theme parks, and yes I do love Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Don’t worry, I’m not going to spoil anything, not only cause spoilers suck, but my husband hasn’t finished reading the play and I’d like to stay married.
I’ve heard a lot of complaints about the script. I think a huge amount of it has to do with people not being used to reading plays. I do shows for a living, so that’s really not an issue for me. And I agree, I miss the descriptions that are in the book, but it’s a play. It’s up to the people on stage and the people who create what’s on stage to make the details for us, so of course you’re not going to get that in a script. It’s just not how it’s done. Continue reading
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction, Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, Mount Graylock, Mount Greylock, Peter and the Starcatcher, Plays, Playwright, Reading, The Tethering, Writing
I’m trying to work on something new. I’ve written blogs, short stories, books, and lyrics. Even a book with lyrics. Now I’m trying to write a play.
Not like a deep and meaningful play that will change the way everyone sees the world and end all violence by opening night. A fun little kids’ show. About a princess… with a sword.
As an actor, I’ve performed in many, many kids show. And I love them. I really do. I fell in love with theater when I was three, so having the opportunity to introduce young kids to the beauty of live theater is amazing. My husband writes and orchestrates music and even has the ability (and experience) to make performance tracks.
So here we go! We’re going to write a show about a princess with a sword. And maybe a rapping bear. And a few confused henchman for good measure.
Wish me luck, merde, and break a leg. I’m starting on a new adventure!
Tags: Acting, Children's Theater, Composing, LIfe, Music, Musicals, Orchestrations, Plays, Princesses, Swordplay, Writing
Have you ever had a moment and thought, This is where the story begins? Standing on the top of a mountain or on a cliff looking out over the sea. Or maybe just lying in bed warm and comfortable and knowing that, in its own simple way, that was a perfect moment.
Maybe it wasn’t a moment of peace or adventure. Maybe it was the moment when your mind realized that something truly horrible had happened. And it took time and pain, but then you knew that was where your story had to begin.
I think all writers have had those moments. Or at least I can’t think of a way a new story could form without them.
And maybe it wasn’t the amazing view down the side of the mountain coated in the shadows of the heavy clouds. Maybe it was just the crisp air that filled your lungs. And that sensation of breathing new life started a story.
I wish that there were a place in the book jacket, whether in front with the dedication or in back with the bio, where the author could have a brief paragraph of how the story started.
The thwaping of a flag as a storm rolled in. A dare from a friend. The mist hiding something in the field.
I want to know. Where did the story start? What was the spark of inspiration?
Have you had a moment that spawned a story? What was it? Inquiring minds want to know!
I’m starting to get over the trauma or sharing my mountain with J.K. Rowling and am moving on with my literary life.
This week’s effort: Blurbs.
You know: those things that you put on the back of the book to encourage people to judge a book by its cover. And it’s super stressful!
I worked on one for the third book in The Tethering Series and one for a new, super secret fantasy project that I’m hoping to begin submitting by the end of the summer. Writing blurbs has gotten much easier. After working with some amazing editors and publishers to create them for my contracted books, and after a lot of trial and error during submissions, I think I’ve figured out some of the basics.
But it’s still so stressful! Continue reading
Tags: Back of Book, Blurbs, Fiction, Harry Potter, Humor, Humour, J.K. Rowling, LGBTQ, LIfe, The Tethering, Writing, YA Fantasy
I’ve begun the editing process on the fourth and final book in The Tethering series. Yes, I know, book three hasn’t come out yet, but I’ve proofed the eARC. It shouldn’t be too much longer, and it’s always better to be a bit ahead in writing than a bit behind.
I’m proud of the fourth book. It’s the first time I’ve ever written a series finale, and I think it ends not as everyone might wish, but as it should. But I feel an odd sort of disconnect.
Here I am, editing the last first chapter of a Tethering book, and I don’t feel panicked. I don’t feel like I need to savor every line of dialogue because it is a countdown to the last words Jacob Evans will ever speak. Maybe it’s because I know the ending was coming from the very beginning. Maybe it’s because I’m still editing the beginning of the book.
But I’m not disastrously sad to be bringing Jacob to the end of his story. I’m proud. Proud of all that he has withstood. Proud of the man that he has become, and proud of the bravery with which he faces his final battle. Which I know sounds weird cause I, you know, wrote it. But it’s more than that. As insane as it might sound, Jacob is his own person. And it’s time for me to leave him and Emilia in peace, whatever that peace might be when the last chapter ends.
So please forgive the mad woman with the laptop. I’m going to go back to editing the end. I’m sure I’ll cry like a maniac when it’s over, but for now I’m enjoying the end of the ride. Proud as hell of the boy in the window fighting one last time for the girl he loves.
I haven’t written in two weeks. It’s not that I don’t want to write; we did a mini-run of Second Chances: The Thrift Shop Musical, the show that I wrote the lyrics for, which I’m also in. And I’ve been editing a new project. So just no time for new stories at the moment.
The run of the musical was awesome. It was great to be back in the thrift shop! We got some really great work done on the show, and the audiences loved us.
And editing is moving steadily forward, it is. I even have commas in appropriate places. But I’ve hit the dreaded slump.
That awful part of the editing process where you decide everything you have ever written, including your last grocery list, is a steaming pile of poop. A really, stinking pile of poop on a humid day at that.
Every sentence is wrong, all your characters are annoying, and you don’t have a basic grasp on the English language. You start wondering why you ever bothered sitting down to write in the first place, and the temptation to throw your laptop onto a bonfire is suddenly overwhelming. Continue reading