My Kind of ( ) is a series of posts about my particular taste, the things that get me wound up in narrative. I always know them when I see them; the types of characters that seem like they’re speaking just for me, the settings that send me into daydream-land for weeks, the twists and plots that make me stay up late and miss work the next day. Up next? Heroines.
My Kind of ( ) is a series of posts about my particular taste, the things that get me wound up in narrative. I always know them when I see them; the types of characters that seem like they’re speaking just for me, the settings that send me into daydream-land for weeks, the twists and plots that make me stay up late and miss work the next day. For the first? Heroes.
It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. Too long. I’ve fallen off the horse, readers. Events conspired to buck me off. I want to say it’s everything else’s fault but mine. I know better.
When it comes to performance, there’s nothing like a coach. Wikipedia currently lists twenty-one different types of coaches, and that’s not breaking down any particular sports. That’s an enormous number. Some of the types I’ve never even heard of… some of them are coaching things I can’t imagine a need for. But that’s not really how coaching works. Coaching is all about movement.
We hit 4000 views last night, and I just wanted to drop in and say thank you. Our readers make this worthwhile. We love our content, but we love knowing that you do, too. You don’t have to read our stuff, and you don’t have to follow us as we chase our dream, but you do. Every view matters to us. Every comment gets an excited discussion in our household. We love every single bit of interaction we get with you, talking about things we love. Thank you for loving it right along with us.
Seven years ago, I drove almost 2000 miles in two days. I traveled from the Pacific Northwest to Iowa, from “the edge to the middle”. I drove about 12 hours one day, and about 18 hours the next. I was the kid who couldn’t find their way out of the neighborhood, the one who never liked road trips, and wasn’t entirely sure how to read a map. I packed my shit and took off for a better life.
Detective time again. I lectured about the Wise Sage Man recently, a dude who holds tons of info and keeps kicking your protagonist back into play. He’s a great character to keep things moving. Just like our other examples, here and here, I’m going to illustrate a different way to use the usual archetypes. We can all spot a Wise Sage Man when we’re looking at fantasy stories. Easy as pie. Here he is in the gritty city, with our sleazy detective, Mr. Hood. Relevant Wise Sage Man traits are bolded, just like before. And just like before, Hood’s in a heap of trouble.
I posted this on Facebook last night with quite a few more curse words (Add me there! There’s more swearing and talk of cats!). But it’s relevant, even without all the #@$*. You must have a clear vision for your work.
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By the time the cab pulled up alongside me, I had already started to sniffle.