Friday, April 22, 2011

Bromances

Since I have a bromance in Summer of Second Chances between Tripp and Neil, I'm thinking about other bromances I love on TV.

Shawn and Cory (Boy Meets World)


I love this show growing up (especially when it's set in my hometown Philly). The friendship between Shawn Hunter and Cory Matthews is really amazing, especially when Shawn is obviously the more popular guy in school while Cory has a brillo pad for hair. They've been through hilarious hijinks (remember when they dressed up as women?) and heartwarming moments (remember when Shawn got drunk b/c of his father's death?).


Joey and Chandler (Friends)


I love Friends and its hilariousness of the characters. My favorite "friend" is Chandler Bing, and his friendship with Joey Tribbiani is the best. They started out as roommates and became much more as the show progressed. My favorite part? They always hug it out. There was even a montage of several of their hugs in the show.


Ryan and Esposito (Castle)


One of my current favorite shows is Castle which is about a mystery writer Richard Castle shadowing a female detective Kate Beckett as research for his book. Castle and Beckett have amazing chemistry, but there is another pair of characters in the show who also has fun chemistry--the friendship between the supporting characters Kevin Ryan and Javier Esposito. These two are hilarious whenever they are on screen. One time, they were discussing their favorite Jonas brother!


So, guys, what are some of your favorite bromances in TV, movies, books...?

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

A Cautionary Tale

In my Untitled Fairy Tale Dystopia, I have a prologue that's titled "A Cautionary Tale." Originally, I didn't have plans for a prologue. But back then, fairy tales for children used to be cautionary tales with morals to the stories. For example, in "Little Red Riding Hood," you shouldn't talk to strangers and in "The Frog Prince," you should keep your promises. I figure that since this dystopian world is full of rules and structures, it needs some sort of cautionary tale that the adults tell the kids to keep them in line.

So here's my draft of a cautionary tale about my dystopian world of Anserini:

A Cautionary Tale:

The crones used to tell us a story when we were little girls, each one of us orphaned since the day we were born. Their whispered tale chilled us to the bone, regardless of their use of “Once upon a time” and “Happily ever after.” Those famous bookends had been ingrained into our little hearts since we could speak, beloved words that we wanted for ourselves, but the crones’ story wasn’t like the pretty fairy tales we usually listened to at story time. There were no beautiful princesses, no handsome princes, and no evil witches. There were no fairy godmothers, no helpful animals, and no magic.
There was just one little girl in one mad world.
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who slipped into her imaginary world because real life wasn’t so pretty or colorful or sparkly. When no one was looking but the dust bunnies under her bed and the stuffed bears on her pillows, she pretended to be a princess from one of her favorite storybooks.
She stole into her mother’s jewelry box and put on the pearl necklaces, diamond earrings, and gold rings. She stole into her mother’s collection of perfume bottles and dabbed her favorite scent on her neck, on her wrists, and behind her ears. She stole into her mother’s closet and slipped on the gown that shimmered whenever she spun around in circles, the extra length of fabric fluttering behind her like a trail of moonlight.
Then her parents came home at midnight.
Playtime was over, but she didn’t want it to be. Sobbing on their laps, she refused to remove her mother’s things and go back to being a regular little girl.
Her parents told her she looked beautiful, like a real princess, but they also told her that little girls didn’t stay little. All little girls grow up, but they didn’t become princesses or look model beautiful or kiss Prince Charming.
The little girl didn’t believe her parents…until she grew up.
The world she lived in was a very bad place. Sins that were considered deadly slowly took captive of people until their once pure bodies became unrecognizable. These people were angry, greedy, lazy, proud, promiscuous, jealous, and overweight. They wanted more and more, and if they didn’t get more, they became violent and wars broke out.
Everyone stopped being happy.
And the most tragic thing of all?
Love disappeared from this world.
Marriages ended in divorce because men and women were full of lust and not love. All they cared about were physical pleasures, not concerned about the consequences—the children who grew up unwanted and unloved.
At this point of the crones’ story, the other little girls and I started weeping. We didn’t want this horrible world. We wanted to be Cinderella, Snow White, or the Little Mermaid. We wanted to wear pretty dresses, look model-beautiful, and kiss Prince Charming.
Most of all, we wished for our happily ever after.
The crones told us to end our tears because we didn’t live in this world anymore. In our new world, little girls grew up to be storybook princesses, had special surgeries to look beautiful, and were perfectly matched with their Prince Charmings. It wouldn’t be easy, they reminded us. Little girls must work hard before they could become real princesses so they would never be angry, greedy, lazy, proud, promiscuous, jealous, or overweight.
We nodded because we never wanted to be the little girl who stopped dreaming, stopped pretending, and stopped loving.
It was a cautionary tale the crones told us before we were placed into real homes with stepmothers, stepfathers, and stepsisters—like “Little Red Riding Hood” taught us to never go into the Woods where wolves and other scary beasts liked to eat bad little girls.
If good little girls did what they were told, they would live happily ever after.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

A Pitch Contest Over at YAtopia

There's another pitch contest over at http://yatopia.blogspot.com/2011/04/pitch-contest-with-natalie-fischer.html where you can submit a 2-line pitch along with your opening line. This time, Natalie Fischer of Bradford Lit Agency is the agent who will pick the winners (after the lovely people of YAtopia will pick their top 20 to send to her). It's a great opportunity because Ms. Fischer is currently not open to submissions.

I've submitted my entry for Summer of Firsts because that manuscript needs a little love and attention after I've concentrated so much of Spark (A Fire Girl Novel) :P

Monday, April 18, 2011

I Am Sore, Hear Me Roar

Yesterday, I went paintballing with my friends--my first time. It was fun, shooting paintballs in the wooded area, hiding behind trees, boulders, and various building structures, and taking people out with the splat of paint. Yes, I got hit as well in several of the games. (I can say in a couple of the games, I didn't get hit and stayed in till the end when my team won.) The hits stung, but the pain passed.

Where were the hits? A couple of times on my hair, my hand, my goggle mask, my gun, my chest, my neck, and my back--near my armpit. The last two were a second apart but neither of the balls broke so I stayed in that game. Luckily, a bruise formed on my back and not on my neck because I don't want people thinking I got a hickey or something!

This morning? My legs are sore from all the running, kneeling, and whatnot. My right arm is sore from shooting and carrying the paintball gun. And the bruise on my back is the size of a paintball.

Despite the soreness, it was such a fun experience that I want to do again! Now, if I want to, I can have some of my characters in my book go paintballing.

This is the back of my right shoulder.

Friday, April 15, 2011

Writing Epiphany

When I started working on Spark (A Fire Girl Novel) last year, I thought that book would be the first of a planned series. Felicity Brant, the Fire Girl, would be my main character of the first trilogy. (I have ambitious plans of having a trilogy of each element. Fire Girl, Water Girl, Earth Girl, and Air Girl. In that order. Each trilogy would have a different main character. Yes, ambitious.)

Yesterday, it dawned on me that the Fire Girl trilogy should not be first. Why? Because readers aren't eased into this world. They are thrust into it when the opening page starts in the middle of a fire scene with Felicity. She knows this magical world, she knows who she's supposed to be...she just knows it.

Readers need to be eased into this world through a different character, a character who's also easing into this world. The Air Girl. Audrey Delaire. She's a girl who's been raised as a human so she doesn't know about this magical world yet. So if I start with her trilogy, readers would go along with her as she discovers who she is, the powers she has, and the powerful family she's never known. She gets pulled into this non-human world when cousins she's never known are killed off one by one until she becomes the next in line to inherit the powerful air magic from her aunt Amelia Delaire--the Air Controller.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Phillies Opening Day

Yay! Today is the first Phillies game of the 2011 season! I'm not at the game, but I am watching it on TV.

GO PHILLIES!