DON’T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME!

So, sometimes I take things that are mentioned to me and internally construct vehicles of thought that steamroll perception into malleable mulch.  I received many comments from my three and a half faithful followers (If you think you’re the half, you probably are.  Step it up!) about how much they enjoy reading my blog posts.  Thank you!  I love writing these posts.  It’s my outlet; my therapy, and I believe it makes me a better writer.

Now the steamroller.  I know there’s a disconnect between the tone I take in these posts and the one that is evident in Halteres.  Here, I am free.  In Halteres, I feel suppressed by the omniscient third person narrative of science fiction/fantasy.  I’ve lost my voice!

(Whispering now)

It’s alright…alright?  I don’t have to start over, but I gotta get my voice into Halteres.  I thunk about doing the narrative in the first person from the Kynoi’s point of view, since it’s basically the omniscient Atosentient presence in the novel, but that seems like a fustercluck.  No.  I can still work with the current POV; liven it up with interjectications of my heroic humoric sense.

Calm down.  I know when to stop.  Maybe that’s the problem.  I know when to stop, and I usually stop well short.  Just like I always show up to shtuff early.  Maybe I need to start showing up late and not giving a marsopod’s vas deferens about it. 

They say, ‘Write what you know.’  Shut up.  I know a lot of boring crap that nobody wants to read.  I say, ‘Write how you are.’  I’m an a-hole.  I’m a judgmental pecker-butt.  I’m a control psycho (we’ll get to that later).  And I’m not at all sarcastic.  Wait, I’m pretty sure people don’t want to hear that voice for 460-odd pages.  Temper yourself, my child.  There is good in you.  Thanks, Connie (that’s what I just started calling my conscience).  Now…shut up.

You get the point (please be getting the point).  Sorry to be going off on these parenthetic (not pathetic) jackknifed hobo-cars of thought.  I gotta go.  Catch you on the flippity- flop.

Until next time, don’t bother me, I’m toning up my book.