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Don’t Play It Again, Sam

Is it possible for a story topic to get tapped out, sucked dry?  How can you tell? 

I was set to wondering about this when I got an invitation to fan another author on Facebook.  Disclaimer: The author I was sent a fan page invitation for is not anyone at Echelon Press.  Rather than indiscriminately hit the accept button, I popped on over to the author’s page to see what all this was about. 

It was about vampires, angsty gothic vampires.  And the snarky commentary started rolling in my head.  I can tell you right now, my inner voice might not have been kind, but it was very funny.  But I will not repeat it here, because I do endeavor to overcome my flaws and be a better person a little every day. 

But it got me to thinking – why did I internally roll my eyes and think, oh here we go again?  I’ll admit to loving Anne Rice in my late teens and early 20s, talk about your angsty vampires.  So was it an age thing?  Now that I’m past 30 I can’t enjoy a guilt-ridden blood sucker?  I don’t think so… 

In the industry parlance, the topic of vampires has been “done to death.”  If you read calls for submissions there are definitely topics that are right out – vampires, werewolves, zombies – unless they are done very well.  And that just might be the key right there. 

You don’t have to be quite as sharp with your storytelling if the topic has not been done or done only infrequently.  Novelty allows the reader to forgive some writerly sins.  But if you’re trying to tap a vein that many others have already tapped before you?  You better bring your A game, buddy.  And your A game better be awesome.

Ebooks! Get your fresh hot ebooks here!

I finally went out and bought my own ebook reader a few weeks back, mainly so I could show people what ebooks looked like, in the fond hope of getting them to buy and read some, hopefully my own.  So naturally, I had to go out and buy some ebooks to show them.  I already had some ebooks, but they were old.  I had to get new ebooks for my new reader.  You see the excuse logic here, I’m sure.  Equally naturally I went to Echelon Press to buy them, since I like what Echelon makes and I like to promote my fellow authors when I can.

Like now.

So I picked up a bunch of good stuff, like Frankie’s Diner, Hounds of Winter, and Bells, as well as Killer Cows, which is a novel and really shouldn’t even be mentioned on this short story blog but I will anyway because I feel like it.  I don’t seem to have a link for Hounds of Winter, which is too bad, as I liked the story.  It reminded me of one of my favorite albums, Fresh Aire III by Mannheim Steamroller.  The last half of the album (yes, I’m old, they’re still albums to me) is like a musical portrayal of a day in the country, and the last song, called Midnight on a Full Moon, actually seems more like 3 AM ish, the darkness before the dawn, and the Wild Hunt is riding.

Anyway…

Did you here the shocking news?  The Echelon web store is down.  Fortunately they were able to set up a new store right on the Amazon site.  Yay!  So go there.  Go there now! You’ll even find some of my books there, how weird is that?

Crossing Genre Lines

It’s funny where a random conversation can take you.  I’d intended today to write a blog about Virginia’s Woolf’s famous piece about a room of one’s own and how things have changed (or not) in modern times, but instead I found myself woolgathering about the subject of genre after a random hallway conversation with a work acquaintance. 

It all started with the subject of pen names and how many authors have them.  She remarked that she had been amazed to find out that some authors have two or three pen names, and write different types of books under each name – like Snuggie Lovelace for romances, Jimmy Lasersight for science fiction, and L. P. Mystereo for mysteries.  My coworker thought that the writers should be proud of their versatility and have a single name that stretched across the genres.  But it’s not really a lack of pride that keeps writers from using the same name no matter what they write; there are other forces at play here. 

I rolled out the usual explanations to her.  Readers like to know what to expect when they pick up a new novel by a certain writer.  Booksellers like to know where to shelve things.  The marketing departments of publishing houses like to know where to spend their advertising dollars.  It would be awfully silly to buy advertising space for the latest fantasy blockbuster in a magazine aimed at mystery enthusiasts.  Having clear genre boundaries and everyone settled down into neat little boxes seems to make everything run a little smoother in the publishing industry.  But smoother doesn’t necessarily make for great books…. 

In fact, the really great books seem to be the ones that break past these boundaries and defy the neat, orderly boxes of categorization.  One of my favorite books, “The Time Traveler’s Wife” by Audrey Niffenegger, does this.  It’s a romance.  It’s science fiction.  It’s a carefully crafted literary character study.  It is a wonderful book that makes me laugh and cry every time I read it.  I think publishers should publish more books like this in spite of the shelving and categorization confusion it might cause. 

Thank goodness the Powers That Be in New York seem to be catching on.  Cross-genre seems to be latest buzz word on literati circles – Romantic Mysteries, Urban Fantasy, Science Fiction Thrillers, the list goes on and on.  So perhaps one day my coworker’s vision will come true and writers will only need one name, no matter how many different kinds of books they write. 

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Take another little piece of my heart

Next to asking where story ideas come from, I think the most popular question I get asked by non-writers is whether or not what’s happening in my real world shows up in my writing, but most especially, do real people I know show up as characters.  And the answer is – yes and no.  I know, I know, another slippery, weasel non-answer.  But here’s how it works….

Situations show up a lot.  If I get lost and get panicky while trying to find my way out of an unfamiliar part of the city, you better believe that’s showing up in my work.  That kind of true, visceral emotion is too good to waste.  But it gets changed a little.  If I’m panicky about being lost, then my protagonist might be panicky about being chased or shot at, or if he/she is lost, he/she does it in another dimension of time or space.   But because of my own real life situation, all I have to do is reach into my own memories and describe my own feelings for my characters. 

Broad ideas also show up pretty regularly.  One idea I’ve been working on for a while is that of sleep, or lack thereof.  I don’t have all the kinks worked out yet, but it should be a lovely scifi story when I’m done.  And why does my mind keep wandering back to the thought of lost sleep and the hunger, the ache, for a good night’s sleep, which is dangling  just out of reach?  Because like most working Americans, I’m regularly sleep deprived because of the demands of a day job, a family, a home, and trying to make my creative dreams come true.  As a writer, if I passed up the chance to write a story that would ring so true with the hearts of so many people – well, I might as well turn in my pens and notebooks, I wouldn’t be a real writer at all. 

But characters, what about the characters….  Can anyone who meets a writer assume that he/she might find themselves in the pages of a future novel or short story?  Yes and no.  I’d be silly to cut myself off from such a rich source of inspiration for characters.  But dropping a real person, whole and unchanged from real life, into my work just doesn’t work.  I’d have to be true to that person.  I’d have to warp storylines to get every nuance of that person just so.  I’d have to risk a libel and slander lawsuit if that person didn’t like the character.  So, I borrow pieces.  Some deep family loyalty from over here, an obsession with groan-worthy puns from over there, and a soul questing for love from over here.  Not only does that free me from being true to one person, and potential story-warping and lawsuits, it allows me to create characters that everyone can find a little piece of themselves in.  And if my readers can find themselves in a character, then they can identify with that character. 

But do you want to know the real secret about who goes into making my characters?  It’s me.  Every character I create carries a little piece of my heart inside.  Even the darkest, most damaged villain has a little piece of me.  How could I write a believable character if I couldn’t identify with him/her? 

So there you have it, the real truth about whether or not the people, places, and situations a writer experiences in real life show up in the work.  If you’d like to see what pieces of life and people show up in my stories, check out my downloadable shorts with Echelon Press here

Or check out my website, with yet another blog and a free short story, here

Happy Reading!

Michelle D. Sonnier

Of Leprechauns and St. Patrick’s Day

Are you wearing green today?  Are you making plans to go out tonight to drink cheap beer gussied up with green food coloring?  Are you ready to claim to be Irish, even if you’re not?  This seems to be the way many Americans celebrate today, St. Patrick’s Day.  But my mind turns in a different direction…. 

Many of my stories are inspired by folklore and fairytale.  There are rich treasure troves of ideas in every culture around the world, just waiting to be mined for story ideas.  I’ve written about Baba Yaga from the Russian tradition, The Morrigan from Celtic tradition, and the Tooth Fairy, using bits and pieces from multiple world cultures (did you know the Tooth Fairy is connected to rodents in France?).  And yes, I have written about leprechauns of the Irish tradition.  A troop of proud leprechauns make an appearance in my short story “In the Town of Henry’s Fence” (as yet unpublished). 

One of the things that really fascinates me about these folk tales is that if you read the old versions, they often differ drastically from what we hear in our modern culture.  Quite often, the older tale is deeper, or more frightening, or just plain more interesting than the modern one.  Leprechauns of old wouldn’t be caught dead shilling for sugary children’s cereal or fresh smelling soap, and they aren’t just happy-go-lucky little men waiting to give you a pot of gold.  The leprechauns of old were solitary fairies, usually appearing as wizened old men, but only as tall as a child.  Leprechauns were cobblers, making or repairing shoes.  They are portrayed as mischievous spirits, and very fond of playing practical jokes.  Some of them did indeed have pots of money, but the old tales tell that the leprechauns recovered it from pots that humans had buried in times of war, and then either forgot about  or were unable to come fetch them.  But there’s nothing said about rainbows or forcing a leprechaun to reveal the location of his stash.  But the part that would probably sit most uncomfortably with modern American audiences is how leprechauns dress.  In virtually all the old tales, leprechauns did not wear green – they wore red. 

So this brings me about to my original point about my mind going in a different direction on St. Patrick’s Day.  I’m not thinking about corned beef and cabbage or green beer; I’m thinking about how I can place an old-fashioned leprechaun in a modern story, and how much fun it would be to watch the characters interact and have to change their preconceived views of each other as the story unfolds. 

While I’m working on that, you might enjoy some of my other tales -

For an old-fashioned feel, try Hounds of Winter and Over the Hogmanay Threshold

For more modern stylings, try Tony Came Home and Frankie’s Diner

Happy Reading – and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

What A Man Will Do For Love

Romance.  What is it about that word that sets most men I know quivering in fear?  Not all of them mind you, but enough that it makes me wonder if it’s a gender-linked trait to avoid hearts, flowers, and all things mushy. 

Sometimes I wonder, “Is it so hard to make a small gesture?”  Even just a grocery store bouquet would do.  What about that rare man who makes the grand gesture without social prodding?  Perhaps it’s the hopeless romantic in this female’s heart, but I’d like to think such men exist – the type of man who will sweep a woman off her feet without reminders like Valentine’s Day. 

One of the advantages of being a writer is that I get to indulge in my love for the grand gesture without having to wait for someone else to do it.  Not all of my male characters are sensitive romantics, but at least some of them are. 

In “Hounds of Winter,” Devlin is a taciturn, but sensitive, man who lives deep in the forest with his beloved Faylinn.  When Faylinn disappears in the bitter depths of winter, Devlin’s love for Faylinn drives him out into the treacherous night, where even the wind has teeth, to find his lady love.  (Buy it here)

But restoring the status quo, even if it does mean fighting beasts of the other world, isn’t as grand a gesture as Mel Hippos makes in my short story “In the Land of Plenty.”   You see, Mel is no ordinary man.  He masquerades as one under the wide Montana sky, but he’s really one of four brothers who must ride forth to bring on the end of the world.  His brothers want him to ride but he refuses for one reason, and one reason only – Janie.  For the love of a woman he would stop the Apocalypse.  How’s that for romantic?  (Read it for free here)

So with Valentine’s Day not far past, and a little romance still hanging in the air, why don’t you curl up with Devlin and Mel, and see just how romantic a man can be if he just tries. 

Click here for “Hounds of Winter”

Click here for “In the Land of Plenty”

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Coming Home to My Genre of Choice

I’ve always known that when it came to stories, to read or to write, I was a fantasy kind of girl.  It’s all because of my dad.  My father was a voracious reader (and fast too!) and because of his job he had to fly a lot.  So he would come home from his business trips with big paper grocery sacks full of paperback books, and he’d spill them out over the coffee table for me and my older brother to squabble over.  Dad was pretty evenly divided between fantasy and science fiction, but early on I showed a preference for fantasy and my brother for science fiction, not that we wouldn’t read the other genres, we just knew what we wanted to go for first.  Because of my dad, I soared with Anne McCaffrey’s dragons, I skulked through the dirty alleyways of Robert Asprin’s Thieve’s World, I rode along for Garion’s epic adventure in David Eddings’s Belgariad, and I loved every single minute of it.  So it only seemed natural that I would write fantasy when I figured out that being a writer was all I ever wanted to be. 

But heroic (or high) fantasy, which is what made up the bulk of my dad’s fantasy reading, wasn’t quite the genre for me.  Sure, I’ve done a few pieces that worked quite well in that genre, but it’s not quite “home.”  Every writer has a genre that for him or her is home base.  I found my home in my late 20s, courtesy of a co-worker at my dayjob.  I’d already been writing in this genre for a little while because I’d figured out in grad school that stories without some kind of supernatural or mythical twist didn’t suit me.  But I didn’t know what to call it, it’s just what I did.  Then Sarah told me I should read Charles de Lint.  I was stunned.  Here was home.  Here was someone with enormous talent, and quite a bit of success, doing exactly the type of stuff I yearned to do.  I was completely hooked.  Welcome to urban fantasy, my genre of choice. 

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