Showing posts with label Harry Potter is My One True Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harry Potter is My One True Love. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

If You Have an Opinion, I Want to Hear It...

And it's a quick question:

If you were ordering a YA Fantasy novel, how would you like your romance?

Subtle and quiet, and not a primary focus?

One of the secondary plot points?

One of the primary plot points?

Or outstripping all other details?  (Actually, I think we just call that genre "Romance.")

As I plug away on my WIP, I find myself wondering idly what readers want most.  Even if it doesn't change the way you write, it's still interesting to know.  So put on your reader hats, all you writers, and tell me what you like best in your YA Fantasy.







And extra points if you can identify all the books these couples come from... Happy Wednesday!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Comfort Books

There is something about the month of January that makes me want to curl up into a ball under my blankets and wait for spring.  If you're a warm weather person like me, you probably feel the same way.  Possibly you find yourself sighing more than usual this month, or feeling slightly desperate when you look out your window and see nothing but grey for the eighteenth morning in a row.  Or maybe you start to wonder whether green grass and blue sky ever actually existed at all.



It's times like these I start to crave my comfort books.

Some people solve the January blues with comfort foods, comfort sweat pants, comfort music, or comfort movies.  But personally, I find the best antidote to January to be a supply of well-loved books.  These are more like old friends than they are stacks of bound paper.  For example: 

Last week, I saw one of mine on a shelf at an antique mall (it was Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban) and I had an actual moment of confusion in which I stopped with my mouth open, ready to smile and say hello, before I realized it was a book and not a person.  A second dilemma developed at this point, in which I had to fight the impulse to buy the book on the grounds of it being inhumane to leave my friend-book sitting beside a rusty kettle on the shelf like an ordinary item.  I wanted to march up to the shop owner in outrage, cradling Harry Potter to my bosom and shouting that this was not just any book she had sitting on her shelf like some kind of common antique!  This was my friend!  Thankfully, I recovered my common sense and walked on without causing a scene, but not without experiencing a pang of regret for Harry.

That is what I mean about comfort books.  When you run into them at book stores and thrift stores--and antique malls--you feel a stab of fierce ownership for them, and sometimes feel compelled to buy them even when you own at least one copy already.  This is because, like any dear friend, they loyally offer you comfort every single time you pick them up.  Here are some of mine; some of the books I reach for when the world turns into endless, iron winter and I just need a friend-book:

I suppose Harry Potter goes without saying.

Also, Ella Enchanted

Peter Pan

The Chronicles of Narnia

The Lord of the Rings

Pride & Prejudice

Anne of Green Gables

Heidi

The Princess Academy

Goodnight Moon (before bed, of course)


What about you?  Do you find yourself craving familiarity and comfort books during the long weeks of January?  What are some of yours?  

Thursday, December 2, 2010

December, Baby... And a Juicy Confession.

Oh! Hey!

It's been precisely one month since I last set foot in the Blogosphere: a month which managed to feel simultaneously lightning-fast and neverending. How was your November? I've missed you.

For those of you who NaNoWriMo'd it up this month, how did you fare? Did you finish, and did you have fun? Here comes my juicy confession...

About two weeks into November, as I was plugging along on my truly terrible story, I came unexpectedly to a crossroads. As many of you know, I had been planning to host a Harry Potter Party the night before Deathly Hallows premiered on November 18. But in my mental preparations for said party, I somehow managed to overlook the fact that I have abysmal time-management skills, and that the party would fall right Smack Dab in the middle of NaNoWriMo.

Well.

The party was fast approaching when I came to the crossroads. I had done very little to prepare for the Potter revelries, and my novel was--as I mentioned--supremely awful and failing to hold me in its thrall. So one morning as I was scowling at my computer and wishing I were writing something else, I looked desperately away from the screen in search of inspiration... and my eyes fell on my calendar.

As you may have deduced, it was not inspiration I found there. It was a fact that caused me to jump up from my chair and seize my hair by the roots. I had, I realized, exactly five days before people began to show up at my apartment dressed as witches and wizards, ready for what I'd assured them would be a truly awesome Harry Potter Party. And I had done virtually nothing to prepare for it.

So here was the crossroads: Awesome Harry Potter Party or Completed Miserable NaNo Novel?

The fact that I was suffering from a severe case of Potter Mania did nothing to aid the case for my NaNo book, I'm afraid. And so, gritting my teeth against the shame and horror of losing this year's NaNoWriMo, I nodded firmly at the Harry in my head and closed my Word Document with an ominous, echoing CLICK.

The result? A truly spectacular Harry Potter Party, and a truly unfinished NaNoWriMo novel. Epic success, and epic failure in one. But let's not dwell on the failure. Instead, I'll show you some pictures from the Potter Party.

My sister-in-law, Kelsey, as Hermione Granger.
(Who, incidentally, participated in and WON her very first NaNoWriMo ever. First novel for this History major. I couldn't be more proud.)

My roommate, Emily, and myself: Nymphadora Tonks and Ginny Weasely respectively.

My brother, Jordan, or, Draco Malfoy.

My friend and co-worker Desirea: Bellatrix Lestrange.

Of course, it is rather strange that Draco and Hermione would be married...

Dueling club.

Those of us who snagged Imax tickets. My friend Katie and her fiance, Norris, were
Professor McGonagall and Bill Weasely.

Overall, it was a wonderful, nerdy success, made even better by the facts that a.) the movie was FABULOUS, and b.) my pals and I made the Tulsa news. So geeky and so awesome, don't you think?

Here's the link to our interview. Celebrities, I know.

Tell me about your November! I'll be wading my way back into your blogs, but I want to hear it from you all the same. NaNo adventures? Harry Potter fun? Thanksgiving wonders? Happy December. It's lovely to be back.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Countdown to NaNoWriMo Day Six: Fantasy

Welp. It's Saturday. Two days to go. No preamble today. If you haven't been with us on the countdown this week, click here.

Today's post is possibly my favorite of the workshops I attended at Chautauqua.  Of course, I'm a fantasy junkie at heart, but this workshop was magical.  Editor/author Patricia Lee Gauch gave it, and she talked all about Fantasy writing, and what makes it so great.  If you're as big a nerd as I am, you'll love these notes.

Fantasy is a place where trees walk, rocks talk, giants exist, owls deliver our mail, where our own shadow faces us… It is through the looking glass, and nothing is expected.  Everything is unexpected.  It is slightly dangerous terrain... and you’ve elected to be here.


HIGH FANTASY
-          It is supernatural, archetypal, magical.  The basis is Mythic, and that is what makes it go so far.  Freud and Jung: these myths live in us.  They are a part of us.
-          Monomyths… these are not patterns.  They are not things to try on for side.  It lives in us.  It will come up.  And that’s why, in a fantasy, the characters are outsized.  They are nightmarish and dreamish, and they are not held back by the boundaries of reality.  That is what you want to get to. 
-          You must use your mind, but so much of it comes from inside you.
-          Starts in this profound place we can barely understand.  Projections of the unconscious.  Almost like Jack and the Beanstalk, reaching for the stars, uniting two parts.

Monomyths
-          Light and dark
-          The unindividuated hero (Bilbo-type; Pinnochio), Just a piece of wood, reluctant hero.  Gets a call to adventure from Somewhere. 
-          There is some kind of a sign, and a decision to be made.  The threshold guardian is ambiguous, not sure if he’s good or bad.
-          But that hero is ready, and off he goes.  And what he faces in the uncharted territory is chaos, tests.  The world turns upside-down.  Nothing is familiar.  (The Odyssey.)
-          Some of the tests are:
o       The ID (Yourself, the wild parts of your own nature.  Or, Animal, not civilized.)
o       The Anima (The Blue Fairy; seductress, or mother-type, or ambiguous… Projection that the hero must figure out.)
o       The Animus (The father-figure the heroine must deal with.)  Or the Jiminy Cricket figure. 
o       There is always a turning point before the cliff.  And when you go off the cliff into the Land of Darkness, you are alone with yourself.  Once you have overcome that womb-like place of darkness, you are ready to join society.  It is the Belly of the Whale, your place to be reborn.
(Webbing is a good way to brainstorm events, and let your subconscious have a chance.)
-          When the hero returns, he brings something back to the community.
-          This format works with Star Wars
-          What’s happening is profound.  When you go to the center of you to tell a fantasy, something magical happens.  

-          THE HOBBIT 
            o There is something warm, and something humorous about MOST fantasies.
o       You access your primary world by the STUFF of the secondary world.  Ie., the coat-pegs on Bilbo’s hall walls. 
o       The house is all about the word COMFORT.  Bilbo doesn’t want to go anywhere.  The Bagginses don’t do anything unexpected or have any adventures. 
o       Narrator: your choice.  Tolkien’s narration is very prominent.
o       Fantasies love Two Sides.  (Ie, Tooks Vs. Bagginses)  New writers tend to understate.  Don’t be afraid to come right out and say something.  Don’t be afraid to overwrite.
o       Bilbo’s wooly toes neatly-brushed are another thing that grounds the reader to the story.  Specifics.
o       “I have no time to blow smoke rings,” said Gandalf.  “I am very busy trying to find someone to take part in an adventure I am arranging.”
o       Analogies from This World root the fantasy world in something that feels familiar to the reader.  “Selling buttons at the door.” 
o       The Hobbit is a great model.  Starting in a hole.  Going on an adventure.
o       The terrain is important in fantasy ALMOST ALWAYS.  It is a character.  It is accessible. 
o       “He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home…”  “After some time, he felt for his pipe.”  He’s still who he is.  He’s still linked to comfort, though he’s in the darkest pockets of the world.  And with the comfort of his elvish blade, he is able to get up and go forward.
o       Unconscious narrative
o       Steeped in a history of the story, of the place.  It feels authentic.
o       Gollum: “They had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down there.”
o       If you want to introduce a character, you have to take time to do it.  And you need a good name.  Not just an interesting one, but a good one that fits, that rolls off the tongue.
o       Don’t be afraid of "suddenly," if it’s done right.


-          HARRY POTTER AND THE SORCEROR’S STONE
o       J.K. Rowling thought and thought… and eventually let go to what she conceived.
o       Jo is so bold in the first chapter.  She isn't afraid to be ironic.  “…the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts…”
o       “None of them noticed the tawny owl that fluttered past the window…”
o       Jerks back to the ordinary are signposts in a story.  McGonagall and her map on the corner are signposts.  “Drills were driven out of his mind by something else.”  Storytelling.  Transitions back and forth from the ordinary to the extraordinary slowly pull readers into the story with the promise of something wonderful.
o       Mr. Dursley’s refusal to acknowledge the strange things around him are just like Bilbo’s refusal to be taken in by Gandalf.  They build tension.
o       Buying a bun from the bakery is another anchor back to reality.  Juxtapositions from our world to theirs are what entice us.
o       Jo inserts her narrator again after Mr. Dursley is hugged around the middle and called a Muggle.  “which he had never hoped before, because he didn’t approve of imagination.”
o       Build up to unusual things at the end of almost every paragraph.  In and out of ordinary… she doesn’t go too fast.  Getting that other stuff in—the ordinary stuff—is what makes it authentic.
o       When you accept the call to adventure, you enter chaos.  Things that were natural are now unnatural.  The ordinary things are on hold.  As long as your world is consistent in its unnaturalness.


A final thought from Patti Gauch: When you go through the darkness, over the sea that turns to land, and face your own shadow, you’ll get it.  When you see a book to write, write it.

What do you think?  Anyone writing Fantasy?  Anyone connect to this kind of storytelling?  Do share!

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Three Things Thursday: Whatcha Watch

This week's theme is:

Three Things About What You Watch.

Now, this theme is primarily about things you watch on the TV, but I'm afraid I am going to have to deviate from that just slightly.

Ahem.

1.) I don't really watch TV. Apart from the occasional event-oriented show where the watching is in conjunction with a regular get-together (a-la American Idol with my parents), I find I simply can't make time for it. BUT if I did have time, I would watch The Office and Arrested Development, because they are both hilarious. I can sometimes make room for shows on DVD, which was how I watched LOST in college, and also how I fell in love with Flight of the Conchords and, yes, Sex & the City.

(photo source)

2.) I do, however, try to make time for movies. Because I love them. I tend toward the epic ones (see Teenage Three Things Thursday for more embarrassing information), the fairy tales, the artful ones, and the book-to-movie translations. The ones I can watch over and over are: The Princess Bride, LOTR, Pride & Prejudice, Harry Potter, Stardust, 10 Things I Hate About You, The Pink Panther (Peter Sellers), O Brother, Where Art Thou?, You've Got Mail, Finding Neverland, and Peter Pan.


(I have also been known to publicly sacrifice my dignity in order to gaze at Robert Pattinson's face for two hour stints in movie theaters and at home.)

3.) One of the primary reasons I don't make time for TV is because I spend so much time watching live home entertainment. Ophelia (my Muse Dog) and Severus (her cat) were both deposited on this earth by aliens because they were too weird for Outer Space, and therefore they tend to do very entertaining things.

Here are some:


This was a failed attempt to take a picture with Ophelia about two years ago. Last year I made matters worse by adding Severus to the mix.

He likes to dance. We're thinking of trying out for Dancing With Cats:


(In case you can't tell, that's us on the right. We're almost as good as the professionals on the left, though. Never you mind that I'm actually holding a ribbon to get him to dance...)

Frequently, these two wackos combine their oddities and go rocketing around the apartment in a frenzy of madness. As you might expect, there is very little need for television in the face of such entertainment. And then, of course, there are books the TV would have to contend with...

Your turn! Share what you watch. Do you prefer movies or TV, or maybe just the birds out the window? Or is reading and writing your mental TV? Let us know in the comments.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Please Look at This Poster

I'm having a sort of hyperventilating seizure.  I just wanted to pass it on.


Now click on this link, and look at the bigger version.  Try not to scream.

I mean, I've been getting all kinds of stoked up about Mockingjay (more on that later), but this poster and these stills kind of broadsided me today, and I haven't quite recovered.  I thought I'd share the breathlessness.

Anyone else experiencing alarming physical symptoms at the sight of this poster?  How about at the thought of Mockingjay?  (Six days and counting...)

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Don't Hunt Horcruxes and Drive

Dear Reader: If you are considering listening to Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows on audiobook in your car, I must warn you... you should probably not. Especially if you're driving within a city. Let me explain.


If you do, you run a higher risk of getting into accidents. For one thing, your mind tends to be on Voldemort, and what could be more distracting than that high, cold voice? For another thing, your vision is almost always obscured by a thick sheen of tears--if not a veritable waterfall of them. Third, you have to mop yourself up every time you want to get out and go talk to humans (which renders any eye-makeup pointless), and not everyone has a box of Kleenex in their passenger seat. And last of all, if you have to stop at any intersections, you end up getting a lot of curious and worried looks from other drivers, because you look like this:


So, kids? Don't hunt Horcruxes and drive. Be smart. Hunt them in the safety and cry-proof security of your own home. And don't forget to vote: Potter for President.