Last year George R.R.
Martin's The Ice Dragon motivated me
to try my hand in the fantasy genre. I
worked through start to finish, forty some odd typed pages of text. It was a complete story and my first, aside
from the countless, ever so clever, children's books and or ideas that have
passed through my head. I submitted the
story in the usual way, but with a hint of similarity to the owl post that
plagued Vernon Dursley. When I received
a handful of replies from the near three dozen queries, "So it goes",
I did not despair, but delighted. I know
the routine and some of the feedback; well actually all of it was well received. Then I read Tolkien, and for the past eight
months or longer, I have been rewriting that story, to improve it, and I am
completely delving into my fantasy world and ideas. So as for queries I have made only a handful
this time around, and the story is not finished, but most certainly will be
when I conclude it. Of course I would
love for my story to be welcomed into the published world, but that is only up
to me if I self publish, which I have looked into as well. So I happened across your name and your
agency, and found a similarity, you see the story is intended for a middle
grade and or perhaps young adult audience.
With all of that said, I will now tell you about the story itself.
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
dear god it is now coming out of both ends......have a look!
i quit my job today
perhaps tomorrow i shall beg a reprieve
it matters not
for my employer is me
perhaps tomorrow i shall beg a reprieve
it matters not
for my employer is me
mind vomit.....i swear if not for my children i would be buried in an unmarked grave....so here's what i just came up with:
if the day was truly warm
i would be beyond my door
from bees that swarm and other evils
i would not hide
but the sun, she lies
so we sit indoors
or rather we die
i would be beyond my door
from bees that swarm and other evils
i would not hide
but the sun, she lies
so we sit indoors
or rather we die
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
a fairer place
i weep at what i see, words and feelings conveyed so easily
i have neither tongue nor hands to tend such things
a cruelness has evolved into what life need not be
am i alone in my longing for a fairer place to see
consciousness is all the hope remaining, can that be enough
to save me
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
query letter....for writers mostly and publishers with any humor left in them!
To whom it may concern,
I do hope you are not
in a foul mood this day. Your guidelines
only allow me this one query, and I must impress, or not, how will I tell you
of my story indeed, so you will want to read on? I have no idea, but what I do know is I am
determined and going to write, so very much, that once I’ve mailed this formal
representation of myself, which can never do me enough justice, I will be on my
way to finishing the story in question.
Imagine Bilbo Baggins as a female child, oh my, are you so very
horrified? Yes a female child in a
fantasy role as a leader, sure it’s been done before, but not by me. Long ago Tatterhood
saved the day, and I’m quite sure all of our novels cannot be best sellers,
but there is a huge dose of humanity in my story, like other successes, are you
willing to seek it? Anyways, by the time
I receive a reply from you, six months, is that still the estimated length of
time to reply, I will have my story finished.
It will be approximately 120 typed pages, intended for a middle-grade
audience, or younger, if the reader is as impressive as any of my own readers
at home. You may be laughing or offended
at this point, but you must admit I have huge dragon balls for a female author,
one who is not even published yet and pushing a fantasy story with a leading
lady. I only mention the dragon balls,
because there are dragons in the story too.
So far we have a girl who is a queen, dragons, did I mention the evil
that is pursuing her? Well my page is
almost up, and I didn’t even say self publish yet, but let me assure you if the
first printing press was not invented my hand would be cramped from producing
copies of said story.
Sincerely,
C.C. Lewia
A.K.A. just another author who may never
find a place on a shelf (and with all the tripe that sits there, I cannot
imagine why!)
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Sunday, December 9, 2012
Gandalf the White
Gandalf the White
From the fires of hell and shadow that flow into deep
waters, where flame is extinguished, you returned, and were carried away by the
wings of a lord and delivered to a land that is pure, a timeless land in which
you tarried until the day was known. When
a wizard joins the likes of elves and men, the gods do not dwarf his hone.
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