I Guess I’m Too Old For Harry Potter

I was as thrilled as a little schoolgirl this morning when I stumbled across the box set of Harry Potter novels posted on Varage Sale. In an instant, I’d answered a cool ‘interested’ in the comments section while inside I was screaming “Meeeeeee! I’ll take them! Give them to me!”

Thus and thus, I became proud owner of the Harry Potter books at age 24. IMG_0889When I was a youngster, growing up in a conservative Christian home, all things Harry Potter were forbidden on account of the magic. I agree that magic is a biblically grey area, and if I should have children, I’d probably at least want to read the books with them so we could talk about those things. So, unlike my peers who grew up with Harry, Ron and Hermione, I waited to meet them until last autumn.

I committed to the movies first, and I thoroughly enjoyed them. Never mind that they were ‘kids movies’. Little Harry and his friends were so darn cute, and I especially loved know-it-all Hermione. I’d be the one going ‘Don’t you read?’ too. Later on, as the stakes get higher and the movies become darker in tone, the relationship between Harry and his friends grows even stronger in contrast the evil they face. Yeah, there’s a little bit of harmless romance in the story, but the platonic, brotherly love is what shines in these stories. Love, sacrifice, friendship and loyalty are praised almost above all else.

I’ve been reading a lot of ‘kids books’ lately. I’m plugging away at a seven-in-one volume of the Chronicles of Narnia. Narnia is my lunchtime escape from the perils of work. The imagination is so much fresher than in ‘adult’ books. The good is so much ‘gooder’ and the bad is so much more cut and dry. I guess I’m surrounded by cynicism all day, so reading a kids book is refreshing to the mind.

So I’ve finally got my hands on the Harry Potter series. I’ll be the lone adult on the plane or in the waiting room, reading Harry Potter. So what if I’m too old? 🙂

‘Sons of Earth’ is Available to Buy!

Boy, am I excited to share this with you!

sons of earth final ebookMy newest novel, Sons of Earth,is now released on Amazon for you to download, and purchase as paperback (in some countries).

Sons of Earthis a sci-fi, dystopian drama set in a near-future city. Human clones, or ‘Manufactured Persons,’ are the new workforce in the City. They are engineered to be physically perfect and mentally compliant. Dominic, a clone himself, escaped from the clutches of Caspian Genetics. Now he returns, in the guise of a scientist, with sabotage on his mind. He doesn’t anticipate falling for his boss.

A manufactured person is no person at all. Designed to fight and die, Dominic escaped from the metallic womb of Caspian Genetics. He knows that if he is found out he’s as good as dead, but he cannot forget that his brothers are enslaved.

He matches his wits against Caspian’s might. But how can Dominic stand against an industry that denies his personhood when he doubts his own humanity? As his plans unravel, Dominic is forced to face the question: Was he lied to? Is he human after all?

Purchase it here.

Read the first chapter at this link: Chapter One Sons of Earthliving_kindle

Do you like zombies, combined with a good story of love and redemption?
For the next two weeks, my first novel We are the Living is offered at a discount on the Kindle store. You can pick up your own digital copy for 1.99 (US) right here.

Well, That was Traumatic! NaNoWriMo 2014 Review.

Last night I won NaNoWriMo 2014 with less than two hours to spare.  Today I am doing the same things as every other winner.

Laundry.

No, it’s not a rule that your whole life must go to the dogs while you work feverishly on your manuscript. Strictly speaking, my house was no less slovenly that it usually is–complete with the snowdrift of clothes across the bedroom floor.  Though I don’t remember cleaning the toilet this month.  Usually I’d do that once or twice.

Did that now.

The Youngest of Immortals has been birthed.  I’ve spent the month with a brand new cast of characters that were actually trapped in my head for a number of years.  I outlined some of the themes of this story in “Going AWOL and Writing a Book,” but essentially, this is first book in a series of stories about Jack, the youngest member of a secret society of Immortal people.  Jack has never come to grips with the curse of being Immortal, and now his wife, his last link to his former mortal life, is about to die of cancer.

Jack is a death addict.  He cannot die, but he can come very, very close before he ‘rebounds’ and death spits him back out.  He gets a drug-like rush from that near-fatal experience, and a few hours of peace before he wakes up to reality.

This is where Alannah and Alexander, both members of the Society of Immortals, find him.  The question is, now that Jack knows he isn’t alone in his immortality, will he have the courage to make a new life for himself or will he chase death to the end?

Jack is a bit of a loser and I enjoyed writing him.  He says the stupidest things, and constantly pokes at and offends Alannah, despite the fact that she’s one of the only people left who cares whether he lives or dies.  It is clearly a defence mechanism, but if you take what he says at face value, it’s hilarious.  I hope I’m not the only one who will think so.

People showed up who weren’t supposed to show up.  A woman who was supposed to be an incidental character wound up being this femme fatal… that’s about all I can say about that.  I was writing from an outline, but you can never plan for everything.  Stories take on lives of their own.

In the last four days of NaNoWriMo, I raced to the finish by writing about 15,000 words.  Thank God I’d booked time off of work, because in the two weeks prior, life got a bit crazy.  Heck, I got a bit crazy (a subject for another post.  Suffice to say, there was a meltdown).  I went for days without writing.

To make matters worse, my outline was too short.  I had to go back and drum up scenes to extend the novel past the 50,000 word mark.  50,000 words is still too short, in my mind, but as I finish the series I expect to find material to add in.

And I still had time to go Christmas shopping–Black Friday and all.

There was also time to learn something new.  Last year I learned about the UFC.  This year I leaned how to run on a treadmill.  At the beginning I was all scared, but I did NOT fall off the treadmill.  I successfully learned to run on a treadmill, and have now completed two 10K’s as well as a number of shorter workouts.

Running full tilt while watching Criminal Minds is an experience, I’ll tell you.

I have successfully joined the ranks of the gym rats, and the NaNoWriMo 2014 winners.  Cheers!

 

 

 

I Don’t Write Christian Books

The Misunderstood Power of Christian Art: Part 3

I’m the person who skips through the ‘preachy’ sections, searching for the part where the romance and adventure begins again.  I’m the person who sighs heavily when the beleaguered protagonist falls to his knees.  I’m the one who rants on demand about how I can’t stand God’s Not Dead.  But why?

In Separating the Pulpit from the Novelist’s Pen, I talked about the notion that novels and movies must contain sermons and ‘lessons’.  I’ve often felt guilty for not relating to these parts.  I DO believe those sermons, right?  I do believe that God isn’t dead, and that faith is rational.  Heck, I’m a homeschooled, choir singing, Sunday School teaching Christian nice girl.

Meanwhile, I’ve been writing stories with curses, clones, clandestine romance, gladiator-like fighters and zombies.  I toy with profanity, and dance in the grey areas between darkness and light.  True, wisdom often dictates that I go back and censor myself, but eventually I had to decide that there isn’t something wrong with me.  I was just called to something different.

I am convinced that each artist must fulfill the role that only they can fill–be it in the genre of Christian fiction, or in the mainstream genres.  And mainstream is where I belong.

The Box Opened and I Jumped Out

reading-262425_640I expect that Christian fiction, as an industry, was developed to provide a clean alternative to mainstream book genres.  This is certainly needed, because what passes as a ‘romance’ novel these days is more like soft-core pornography in written form.  Even genres that are not pegged as romantic contain a lot of this material.  Furthermore, the cynicism and nihilism present there might be useful to provoke thought, but as a regular diet it is not beneficial.  Essentially, the mainstream lacks truth.

However, in our efforts to provide an acceptable alternative, I feel we have created a sanitary little ghetto that we dare not poke our heads out of.  We keep to the basic basic plot of mission, failure, wise sermon, repentance, miraculous victory and positive resolution.  We recoil at the mention of sex, wash the blood out of our violence, and skirt wide around vulgar language.

That’s not wrong, but I don’t like it.

In the genre of speculative fiction, writing becomes even more tricky.  Draw in clones, immortal characters, or magic and theology is no longer straightforward.  Christian authors begin day-long debates over if clones can have souls, if magic can be attributed to the Holy Spirit, or if granting characters immortality is unbiblical.

“But immortal people don’t even exist!” I say, “Suspend the theology for a second.”

So I guess you could say I left the genre to get out of the box.  I want to honour God, make no mistake, but I need the artistic freedom to tell a story without having to check off the boxes or screen it through a certain size of filter.  As I said in the first part of The Misunderstood Power of Christian Art, censorship should come from wisdom or conviction–not out of fear of what people will say.  To tell a story I have to go places that are uncomfortable.  I make no apologies for that.  Sometimes one must look past the surface actions and words, and look at the ideas and feelings being imparted, and the questions that may be raised.

The Mainstream Isn’t in the Christian Aisle

The clean offerings of the Christian genre are an excellent alternative for Christians, but are they effective in outreach?  Are mainstream readers buying Christian books?  Some are, perhaps, but for the most part ‘religious stuff’ is unintelligible to them, and ‘Christian’ isn’t a keyword they are searching for.

Christians have their books, their truth.  Who will tell the truth to unbelievers?  I want to.

So many blogs are spreading gossip, spewing vitriol and cynicism.  I want mine to be positive, speaking hope about personal change and good relationships.  The shelves are full of books that glorify violence, sex, self-indulgence and manipulation.  I want mine to be about purpose, integrity in adversity, hope and sacrificial love.

I want to tell the truth in a world of lies.

The First Seed

I see my role as preparatory.  My generation neither knows, nor respects the Bible.  Their gospel is tolerance, and ‘awareness’ is their salvation.  If I quote chapter and verse, I might as well be quoting Dickens.

But do they have a purpose to life?  Are they fulfilled?  Does their life have a foundation?  I once asked a coworker, about my age and an atheist, what he based his life on.  He had no idea.  I don’t think he’d considered this.

That is precisely the kind of question I’d like to raise.  I want to be the salter of the oats, so to speak.  Or at very least, provide a good story that is full of good principles, not lies.

Missional Media

In the past, authors reached the world through a publishing company.  But in this age of the independent author (indie), the writer engages and markets through social media.  The reader might stumble across my book, but just as likely they will meet me first.  I may start a conversation with them on Twitter.  They may read my blog.  I may have met them on Facebook and connected over a shared interest.  Writing is increasingly ‘missional’ that way.  I go to them.

Therefore, what I DO is just as important as what I say.  Make no mistake.  I cannot sit in my basement (as if a third floor apartment could have a basement… but I digress) and write.  I have to genuinely care about people, wade into the stream of social media, notice, encourage, speak out.  I can’t claim to be good at this, but the potential in it is breathtaking.

To Conclude the Series

Christian art is a nebulous thing, if my wobbly definition can be trusted.  But though it’s hard to pin down, we cannot fear it.  It is the primary medium by which my generation absorbs information.  Who better than Christian artists to reach them–especially the young artists.  They understand the technology, the language, the cultural references.  They are the ‘indigenous missionaries’ of North America.  They shouldn’t be minimized, or forced to conform.  Rather, empower them to produce the best music, film and literature they can–full of grace and truth.  And encourage them to take it to as many people as they can.

 

The Misunderstood Power of Christian Art: Part 1

The Misunderstood Power of Christian Art: Part 2

Recommended Reading:

Tim Downs, Finding Common Ground

Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water

Dorothy Sayers, “Why Work?”  The whole essay is available in PDF form here.