An aspiring author confronts the literary demons of the world and sets off in search of an agent.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

How would I describe myself as a writer?

I am a distinctively unique, inimitably odd, one-of-a-kind author. My heroes start out with big dreams only to find themselves waylaid with the curse of zero confidence. Somehow, in spite of the latter, they find a way to accomplish great things.


The Groundrules!

'nuff said!


Saturday, February 23, 2013

Playful Homage to FUSE by Julianna Baggott.

The Demon enjoyed Pure by Julianna Baggott (nothing like a good dystopian novel on a rainy day to cheer me up!). The second book in the trilogy, Fuse, has just been released and I am looking forward to reading it. It also means it's time for the Demon to do what he always does when he likes a book, offer up a playful homage...

Instead of: 

Let's imagine:

Book Description

February 19, 2013 The Purr Trilogy (Book 2)

What's all the fuss about?

Up til now, Pressia has had quite the adventure. She met some really gnarly, yet cool people like El Capitan, Helmud and Bradwell. She even found her long lost brother, Partridge! Then the jealousy kicked in. It was inevitable, actually. Partridge was a Pure, he got ALL the attention.

"What am I," seethed Pressia, "chopped liver?" 
"No need to get so snippy," snapped Partridge.
"Well, aren't you the special one in the family? Listen up, Bro: you may be Pure on the outside, but you're nothing but a Putz on the inside!" 
"Hey, this is supposed to be a dystopian future," a mirthless smirk distorted Partridge's face, "not a disstopian future."
"Good one!" Helmud grunted approvingly. 
"Stay out of this," warned El Capitan. 

Okay, enough of this. Quit wasting your time on my blog and get yourself a copy of Fuse.

'nuff said!


Friday, February 8, 2013

Green Pine Trees, Cranes and Turtles

In 1955, twenty-five young Japanese women who had been badly scarred by the atomic blast at Hiroshima were sent to New York City for reconstructive plastic surgery. They became known as the Hiroshima Maidens. Almost all returned to Japan afterwards. However, one remained in the United States, moved to Los Angeles, married and had four children. 

In this story, I try to imagine what happened when a young daughter becomes curious about the scars on her mother's face.