Fresh Ink! Get Your Fresh Ink! A Contest for Children!

Fresh Ink Fiction Contest - Texas Book Festival

"But the old woman shook her head and said, 'Oh, you dear children, who brought you here? Just come in and stay with me. No harm will come to you.'" 

For young aspiring authors, the Texas Book Festival and the Division of Diversity and Community Engagement (DDCE) hosts the Annual Fresh Ink Fiction Contest. Young means whippersnappers (although I still don't know what that means), or rather, that you must be in middle school or high school to submit your book to the contest.

From what I read, this contest runs a different theme or subject every year. This year, they chose the theme, "What Really Happened."

I would personally like to know "What Really Happened," and, fortunately, I will be able to find the winning stories published on the Texas Book Festival website.

The last day for submission is on May 18th! So get over there and submit!


~ Michael C. Sahd

P.S. Bonus points if you know where the top quote comes from!

Weekly Research: Silly Vets, PTSD is for Kids!

Distraught Soldier

When people think of post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), the first thing that comes to their minds is typically war, or more specifically, the traumatized soldiers who return from war, jumping at the slightest sharp noise. Rarely do people think of children when they hear the term.

However, children can and often do experience trauma. The list of events that can cause PTSD in children is a long one.

I am not, however, here to teach or rant about child abuse, although the topic is totally rant worthy. I am particularly interested in the effect of natural disasters and traumatic losses on children. "Why?" you may ask.

Well, I have a book in the works that involves a young girl who loses her entire family to freakish events, and I'm trying learn how children deal with grief on such a large scale.

Want to share what you have been researching this week? Feel free to leave a comment!

~ Michael C. Sahd

The Beer Guy

I have been beating my head against a wall trying to come up with a reasonable goal for my antagonist in the sequel to "Assassin Marked." So much so that I've taken to Google and started researching lawyers, the mafia, etc.

"The power of the lawyer is in the uncertainty of the law."
- Jeremy Bentham

Back during the prime of my adolescence in New Mexico, I spent a lot of time climbing the cliffs and hills. For me, navigating the dangerous rocky cliffs up high offered the most fun during these excursions. Consequently, shuffling up the slopes of scree that hemmed the base of the cliffs deceptively seemed like they would be the easiest part of the excursion; however, the climb, although more frightening, proved much easier once I gained the courage to ascend. The scree, like the walls of an antlion's den, would send you sliding back down as far, or further than where you had started, until you got a handle on how to step up it. For the more cowardly, it was great fun to just struggle up scree and then go sliding down to the bottom, ignoring the great unreachable cliffs above.

Scree

These adventures in the mountains of New Mexico are much like a lawyer's career. A good lawyer reaches the top of the mountain of integrity and justice, but they all start at the bottom, attached to a stereotype reserved to the most slimy and scuzzy of their ilk. We all think of lawyers as nasty, lying, cheating, money-grabbing individuals ready to make a buck by taking advantage of some poor schmuck, and the lawyers starting out in the career have a responsibility to break out of that mold, or to reach a peak, so to speak.

Some do not. Rather, they spend their entire career at the bottom, and I'm not saying they aren't successful, but perhaps they are scared. Those who make it further up the mountain have further to fall, so rather than risk their livelihood on the constraints of morality, the majority stay at the bottom, enjoying the slide of deception and reaping all the benefits of a necessary profession.

But how can you tell the difference? Well, you can't. Just like I can't prove that I've climbed to the summit of most of those mountains.

Kirin Ichiban

 *Spoiler* Kirin Ichiban fits right in with these deceivers, and perhaps may be the best of his kind. He has one of the most successful law firms on Penelope. As we all know (or should know, if you've read Assassin Marked), he also has strong ties to the crime syndicate. It's clear that he is motivated to amass power, but what is his ultimate goal?
If you were a power-hungry lawyer with the ability to read minds, what would your goal be in the United States? Any thoughts?

~ Michael C. Sahd

Taboo Words In Writing

Taboo

Saturday evenings, we visit our local comic book shop for board game night. This evening, we played a game called Taboo. To play the game, a minimum of four players must split into two groups. One player on the team draws a card that the player must use to give hints to the others on his/her team so that they can guess the word at the top of the card.

The clue giver cannot use the word or any parts of the word. In addition, the card lists five or six related words that are taboo, meaning that the clue giver must avoid using those words in their hints as well. Guessing the word will score the team a point; however, if the clue giver uses a taboo word, the team loses a point. A short timer allows the team to guess as many cards as they can in the time limit, then the other team gets a chance to score points.

When writing a story, there are also taboo words; we call them "to be" verbs. A writer should avoid using these words as often as possible, because, more often than not, a more colorful verb will describe a better action. Sometimes "to be" verbs are required . . . er . . . . Sometimes a sentence requires the use of "to be" verbs, such as sentences that contain no action described. Here are a couple of examples of sentences that are devoid of action:

"My name is Michael."

"Black is my favorite color."

Take a look at something you recently wrote. Try removing "to be" verbs from your writing and compare the before and after. Did you find that making these changes paints a more colorful story? I typically do.

~ Michael C. Sahd

Tips From The King

Stephen King is one of my favorite authors because he writes about the characters instead of the story. The story just happens to the characters. In this video, Stephen King gives a few pointers.

If writing guides your passions, then Stephen King's book, On Writing, will provide you with excellent tips.

On Writing, by Stephen King

I read On Writing, and I feel that it helped me quite a bit. I posted links if you are interested. Sometimes hearing from someone successful can provide us with a little motivation. Which author motivates you to write? Let me know in the comments below.

~ Michael C. Sahd

Photos & A Teaser

Standing by the Railroad Tracks . . .

And Looking Into the Sun!

Here are some new photos of me, contributed from a friend.

Also, it is Tuesday, which I hereby dub a "Teaser Tuesday":

Pulling his heavy denim jacket closer around his lithe body, Damian let out a puff of cold mist, and shivered from more than just the cold.

Being stuck in North America for two years had been the most unpleasant time of his life. He had spent these years living off mice half the time, sometimes fighting wolves for his claim to the tiny rodents. The other half of that time, he had spent starving.

Briefly, toward the end of this stint, some crazy cult of religious people who avoided technology like the devil had taken him in, until he left to find a more civilized settlement. The settlement he found was deserted. He fell asleep in a shack and woke up unable to open the snow-packed door or windows. This memory, more even than the cold, elicited his shiver.

~ Michael C. Sahd

The Liars' Asylum by Jacob M. Appel Book Review

The Liars' Asylum by Jacob M. Appel
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The Liars’ Asylum offers a brief glimpse into the characters’ lives, often leaving the reader with many questions unanswered. I assume that this is the purpose of the writer, encouraging the reader to think about the stories and their potential endings long after the story itself is over; however, I believe that some of them could easily be expanded into a longer work. On the other hand, perhaps some, if not all, of the stories are exactly what they appear -- a moment in time, just one sample of one character’s life, but which changes the course of his or her life forever.

Jacob M. Appel’s writing is consistently clear and interesting. Each story flows seamlessly until its end, which sometimes comes with little warning. Overall, I would recommend this book to someone who is looking for short, entertaining stories to read.

***I received a review copy of this book; however, the opinions expressed in this review are my own.

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~ Michael C. Sahd

Some Little Tidbits of Knowledge

Today, 24 copies of "Assassin Marked" arrived in the mail. The paper copy turned out very nice. Looking the book over, my wife and I discussed the idea of turning the story into a graphic novel. I think it would be a very cool graphic novel; unfortunately, I am definitely not capable of illustrating anything. Finding someone to do the cover was well-nigh impossible. So maybe someday.

In "Assassin Marked" the locations are backdrops and not fully elaborated on in the story; however, Arbona and Penelope are advanced O'Neill Cylinders. Gerard K. O'Neill, an American physicist, proposed the design of these Cylinders, as conceptualized below.

NASA Ames Research Center

By Rick Guidice NASA Ames Research Center - http://lifesci3.arc.nasa.gov/SpaceSettlement/70sArt/art.html, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=617874

If you've read "Assassin Marked," would you be interested in seeing it in a graphic novel form? If so, let me know in the comments below. As always, your input is appreciated!

~ Michael C. Sahd

Unsolved Mystery: A Day In The Woods

Rearing up like a gnarled gargoyle, the trunk leaned over the forest path, moss blanketing its northern side. Vegetation crept up to the path, creating a wall of leaves, branches, and thorns. A light mist filled the woods, casting the forest in a light shroud.

Despite the nature all around, not a single bird could be heard; if not for the insects, the forest would have been eerily quiet.

And if only you had known . . . if you had any inkling . . . then we would have avoided these woods . . . . But now it's too late. I will miss you . . . .

~ Michael C. Sahd

Tennis Tuesday / Teaser Tuesday

Today is Tennis Tuesday, so we went to the park to play some tennis. Today also seemed to be a productive day on the writing front. Because I'm in a good mood, I've decided to share a preview of what I'm writing for the sequel to "Assassin Marked," which I may or may not use.

The restaurant had alternating yellow, blue, and green tablecloths, except for the booths that lined the walls of the diner. These booths had no tablecloths, but what they did have was occupants. It was as if the gaudy tablecloths repelled customers, except for two unfortunate families who could not find an available booth.

Noise from the chattering patrons and the clattering kitchen, created an incoherent babbling with the occasional shout of a child carried above the rest.

The walls were decorated with paintings of flamenco dancers, mariachi players, and old Mexico streets from the 20th century on earth. Ponchos and garish sombreros also squeezed into this decor, between the paintings.

The smells of tacos and chili made Lavender's mouth water. She and Damian sat across from each other in a corner and at one of the booths. They had been waiting for awhile, and in a low intestinal groan, Lavender felt her stomach begging for food.

Damian leaned forward, "I don't like this place. If there's trouble, then we're boxed in... ."

That's all you get, for now! What do you think?

Library Part Two

So I returned to the library, and I found the second book to the Septimus Heap series. Evidently, it was only available on OverDrive. This is an app one can download and then check out ebooks from your local library with. Outstanding!

However, my true intent in going to the library was to talk to someone there about doing a book signing. They were excited about doing one; however, to be perfectly honest, I feel silly doing one at the library . . . but I will. I do intend to do one at my brother-in-law's comic shop Jomio and Rueliete's Cards and Comics.

Assassin Marked

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I had meant to get this post out earlier, but I hadn't made it home all day. Now I am here, and I'm still going to do my #SaturdaySwag post even though it's technically Sunday.

TGIF And A Story Teaser

My wife suggested I write about my post-publishing nervousness. Between Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, LibraryThing, and this bloody blog (heh, I like the way that sounds), I've been working very hard to get the word out about "Assassin Marked."

To be honest, I have no idea how to explain my nervousness. It could be the persistent itch to get more of my stories out there. Then again, it could be the fear of not doing well; the nagging question, "Will people like it?" One of my biggest fears at the moment is receiving a terrible review on Amazon.

But enough about that. I really don't want to write about my nervousness. Rather, I would like to write about my progress. I spent a bit of time today revising some of the fiction piece I'm working on. It's requiring that I studying the effects of post traumatic stress disorder in children, and the psychological effects of a parent losing his family. A little teaser there.

I've also been hard at work composing a more thorough historical time line for Damian's world in "Assassin Marked." Not for publication really, just notes for myself to help me remain consistent in my story. But I have many little stories springing up revolving around Damian, or the world Damian lives in.

My six-year-old daughter, on the other hand, decided that her pony needed a haircut for the weekend.

TGIF

Inspiration From Beyond

When I was a child, my father spent many hours at our kitchen table, writing a book. I watched him. He had boxes of notebooks piling up, and more than that, he filled every empty crevice in those boxes with napkins that he wrote notes on. It was quite a hectic mess, but he never stopped writing except to play solitaire occasionally.

He had the goal of becoming published, but never submitted any of it. I picked up on this passion. I wrote small things, mostly inspired by the fantasy games that I played.

Then, at the age of 19, I came home from work. We were living in the country near Tyler, Texas, which was a heavily wooded area where we owned around 20 acres. I went straight to bed that night, only saying goodnight to my step-mother. I wanted to say goodnight to my father as well, but he was already in bed.

Not more than an hour later, my step-mother came bursting into my room to tell me that my father had passed away. He suffered from congestive heart failure, and though this news was not unexpected, it was a very painful time. I’m having a hard time writing this, even now.

That same night, I found his journal sitting on the coffee table right in front of my father's chair. Curious to see his last entry, I flipped it to the last page. Scrawled on the first line and on a page of its own, there was the message...

“Please write more...”

I feel, more than anything, that my father knew his end was coming, and that his last message was for me.

Old Memories

Yesterday afternoon, I sat down to write something on this blog. I admit I'm terrible at keeping it up.

This morning, I complained as such to a coworker. He responded, "When I can't think of anything to write, I like to think up some old memories." He then proceeded to tell me a story from when he was a teenager, and after which, I shared my own story:

One cold November night my family was driving through Texas, somewhere in the flat expanses on the west side of the state.

I sat in the front seat next to my father, and my brother and sister were in the back seat. We had just left New Mexico and were on our way back home to Brownwood, Texas.

My father and I were "discussing" religion. Being a staunch Catholic, my father was of the belief that only humans have souls. I, on the other hand, had a taste for something different. The tiring dogma of organized religion left a nasty film in the back of my throat.

The argument centered around the belief of what had souls and what didn't. I argued that animals indeed had souls and he adamantly denied such a thing. At the time, I believed that in order to exist in a physical realm a spiritual counterpart must also exist, and I stubbornly insisted this was correct.

Off in the distance on this icy night, a bridge quickly loomed into sight, but we were too engrossed in our argument to notice the watch for ice sign.

"Actually," I said, obstinately, just like any know-it-all teen might, "Even rocks must have souls."

At this point, my father was furious. Such things were sacrilege, and could lead one straight to Hell. "Rocks..." he said angrily, punctuating each word, "Do... Not... Have... Souls!"

Immediately after "Souls!", our vehicle passed over the bridge and directly onto a patch of ice. The car started sliding sideways. My father over corrected, and we skidded sideways in the other direction. We fishtailed several times before finally crashing gently into the side rails of the bridge.

We were all wide eyed and breathing heavy. My father asked if everyone was alright, checking on each of us individually. When the shock of the crash faded away and my father backed up and continued down the road, I turned to him and said, "See? Sacrilege. You pissed off the spirits."

My father just ignored me after that, but the memory of that incident will stick with me for the rest of my life.

Inspiration in the Most Unlikely Places

Many writers will share that real life experiences inspire the tales they tell. Many, myself included, scoff (or have scoffed) at such a statement; telling themselves, "My life isn't nearly so interesting." What I have learned, however, is that this is rarely the case. Experiences take place daily, and though they may be mundane to you, they won't be after "enhancing" them.

Just the other day, I took a trip to the local library to find the second book to the Septimus Heap series. I, of course, found Angie Sage's books fairly quickly, and although they had many of her books, the one I wanted was not on the shelf. Naturally, I asked the librarians to see if it was checked out. It wasn't.

I informed the lady at the counter that I had looked and it wasn't there; she responded by telling me to look around, because people don't always put them back in the right place. A little disheartened, I went back to look again (I had already looked around the nearby shelves, duh). After not finding it, I went back to the librarians for help. Instead of helping, they shrugged and said it could be anywhere. I left, rather annoyed by their lack of help.

However, the librarians, were interesting characters, and a version of this scene has already made it into my next story with Damian. I have changed many of the details and spiced it up a bit, but the entire scene is inspired by this short interaction.

Your experience doesn't need to be Hollywood material. Just the smallest interaction, large enough to catch your attention, but not much more than that, can turn into a scene in your book. Take notes, make a voice memo, or just tell someone about it, and you will be able to get it down on paper. Embellishing the experience into an interesting scene is what makes you a writer.

And no ... I still have not found the second book to the Septimus Heap series. 

Assassin Marked Completed

After a late night of last minute editing and fussing with Amazon Direct Publishing, my first short story is published.



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Assassin Marked tells a story of a man and his lover who work for the mafia in a futuristic setting. I believe it is an interesting read.

Although I have overcome a great hurdle, my nerves are twisting into a ghastly knot, much like a pile of unraveled yarn. The pressure to provide more stories to the public weighs heavy on my mind. The last thing I want to do is provide this one story and then not release anything again till years later.

Assassin Marked, written almost ten years ago, sat edited and for almost a year now (maybe more). I'm really hoping that future stories will come more quickly.

Yet I'm not done with Damian. Already, work has begun on a larger story involving the assassin, and the addition of some new individuals.

Balanced Tipped faces a serious revision, but I'm confident that I will turn it in to my editor, Laura Pruett, very soon. Incidentally, if any of you reading this article are in need of an editor, click on the link I provided. I know of no better editor than she.

Keep checking back here for more information on published works.

Perfectionism and the Fear of Rejection.

I've heard the first step to recovery is admitting that there is a problem.

For many years, I've aspired to join the ranks of the multitude of writers sitting on the shelves of local book stores and libraries. Unfortunately, I am one of those who has difficulties writing continuously, I constantly find myself fixing spelling and grammatical errors as I write. Worse than that, I sometimes revise what I write while I'm still in the process of creation.

"Assassin Marked," sadly, took me over a year to get to the stage it's in now, and all I needed was a cover.

Still, I find myself nervous. What if it doesn't do well? What if nobody is interested?

Well, this week I am going to take the plunge and publish on Amazon. If it doesn't do well, then at least I'll have my name out there.

Artwork: A Writer's Obstacle.

In the past, I always felt that writer's block was my biggest problem. After finally finishing a piece and having it ready for publication, I find that finding an artist poses a much more harrowing problem, especially when low on funds.

At least with writer's block, my issues stem from self-induced obstacles, but finding an artist is beyond my control.

Over on Goblin Savant I had my friend Ian illustrate Gerald der Zeichner, the Goblin Savant. However, finding suitable art to portray my protagonist in Assassin Marked proved near impossible, and after months of searching, and waiting on the good graces of others, I decided to dust up my own photoshop skills. I created a very plain cover, but I like it.

Musings

A vapid work week has created a holy grail of the weekends. Time seems to be tied up in the trappings of a working-class American's struggle to survive, and trivial pursuits in entertainment. Not a bad life when my marvelous family is stirred into the mixture.

Just this morning, while listening to the radio, I zipped through traffic, driving the same route I drive every Monday through Friday. Of course, I could ramble on about the depressing state of affairs I heard on the radio, plaguing our country at the moment, but if you don't already know, then I wouldn't be so cruel as to burst your bubble. Rather, congratulations on successfully isolating yourself from these affairs.

I must admit that I find it difficult not to complain about all the banal trappings of my professional existence, but that is not why I am here. The true purpose of this blog is to escape the mundane reality of work. To keep my imagination flowing through my fingers like Harold with his purple crayon.

Using Amazon, I will start publishing my stories, and I will be advertising and discussing them here. The first one will be called Assassin Marked, set into a fictional not-too-distant future.

As time passes, my goal is to fill this blog with many published stories and ideas. The blog will not have a definitive goal, but rather, I plan on letting it morph with my ideas as I come to them.

~Michael C. Sahd