Comic Review: Seconds

Everyone wants a do-over at some point in their lives. We’ve all had decisions we’ve made that we regret and want a second chance.

Seconds is one of those times where we get a peek at someone’s do-over, or rather do-overs. Bryan Lee O’Malley, famous for the Scott Pilgrim series, writes this unique take on one chef’s do-overs through the power of magical mushrooms from her dresser drawer.

Yup. Mushrooms.

75cd77559a8ce52d0211db98c0ddaae5Katie is a young, talented chef whose life spirals out of her control. All she wants is a second chance, and these mushrooms are going to give it to her. Suddenly her life is perfect.That’s where the story starts to get even wilder than it already is.

O’Malley’s characters are fun, and the world is immersive. I’ve always loved his art style because it is expressive and detailed. It was easy to disappear into this world he created and I wanted to befriend the characters.

Nathan Fairbairn’s colors for this book are fantastic and make O’Malley’s world come alive.

Reading Katie’s story made me wonder if I ever wanted a second chance with any of my decisions. What are the rules with second chances? The rules are where Seconds shines, and that’s an area that is often unexplored when it comes to plots like this.

O’Malley’s unique take on second chances with Seconds makes this well worth the read. If you’re looking for a fun graphic novel, I recommend this without any hesitation.

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Maybe, Someday.

As a writer, I follow a lot of other writers on WordPress. I also follow a lot of readers. They read, like I read, but then they write a review. Sometimes we read the same things, and sometimes their book choices are vastly different than my own.

And that’s a good thing. I get exposure to all the books I might not read, and that may end up on my to-read shelf on Goodreads.

As I skim their reviews, sometimes I stop and wonder: If I got published, would they read my book? Would they read my essays or short stories? What would they think?

Then I worry: Is that selfish?

Is that selfish to think I’ll get published one day? Some of the reviewers I follow are writers, too. Who says which one of us will get plucked to the big leagues?

Maybe, someday a query will get successful. Maybe, someday I’ll finish a novel, or write enough short stories for a collection. Maybe, someday one of my short stories will get published.

Maybe. Someday.

Trying New Things

Writing is hard. Every writer has their own method to the madness, and every writer works differently. Some people are diamond polishers, and some are vomit drafters.

However, there are other ways that writers are different. Maybe you’re someone that likes the darkness of night as your writing backdrop. Or perhaps you enjoy the hissing of espresso machines and the aroma of coffee to keep you focused.

What do you do to generate ideas? Or get you focused to write? Do you have a favorite playlist?

This semester I’ve been taking a fiction workshop. While my first short story worked out really well, the second and third have been misses. And its come to a point where I am unsure how to get myself out of this rut.

According to my professor I can handle setting, characters, dialogue, and details well. I can keep my readers interested. However sometimes I lack the emotional shift that makes readers go, “Oh.”

On Friday, I went by my professor’s office hours to ask for advice. We talked for thirty minutes about my third short story for the class, and what we both knew it needed.

But I wasn’t sure what to do. I’ve been writing stories for as long as I can remember. And I’ve finally hit a wall in my growth because the old methods aren’t working.

She suggested I start reading more short stories. If its what I enjoy writing, I need to immerse myself in that world and learn from the best. I need to read like a writer and study the craft. Its time to write in the margins again.

With that being said, anyone have any short story collections, authors, or short stories they would like to recommend?

Paper Corners and Post-Its

In the middle of class while jotting notes, an idea strikes. Does this plot bunny go before Herbert Hoover, or after, in the section for the Great Depression? At least if its there I’ll know where to look when I have writers block.

So many of my spiral notebooks get doodles into the margins, or small to-do lists for my day. A greater number get marked with tidbits of dialogue, or maybe a strange anecdote that could be important for character development. Or to help create a character.

The biggest problem becomes when I have a short story due and my nearest idea is on the other side of the drift.

And of course these notebooks are nowhere to be found.

When I still lived at home, I’d put my ideas on post-it notes in a small box. They’d live there until perhaps it cropped up again, only this time attached to more than just its paper. I’d get lucky and there was a whole story clutching on to it for dear life, waiting to be written. This idea worked out so well, I started doing it in college, and its worked so far.

wall photoMaybe not as well as I would hope since occasionally the post-its fall off and land in that black hole behind my desk (actually that space is rather clean). Now I’ve resorted to scotch tape, and when I remember it, Facebook messaging myself the idea. At least then it will live somewhere other than a pink post-it on my wall.

The larger ideas get to live somewhere fresh. For my most recent thought vomit, I’ve put up a piece of butcher paper above my bed and wrote about a single idea. Its every possible question I and some close friends have come up with in relation to a story idea noted in one of the pictured post-its. I’ve garnered more strange looks for the paper on my wall than the post-its; which makes sense given the fact the paper is a large section of my wall with questions and thoughts in thick black marker.

How do you like to keep track of your plot bunnies? Do you put them in the corners of notes, or napkins? Or is there a specific system that you think I should employ to organize my various ideas?

Page Limit

Page limits are one of my least favorite ways to write.

And that’s not because I write excessively. My writing professors – and the length of my posts – will tell you otherwise.

More than anything, I enjoy being concise. Negative space is my favorite, and it shows in every essay, or piece of prose I’ve turned in this year.

This style has helped me in some of my communications courses, however sometimes it makes my creative writing professors and classmates wanting more. And unfortunately I can’t help that.

I mean, sure, I could write more. This isn’t laziness at its finest; its letting the reader turn subjects over in their own minds. I want them to read in the negative space. And sometimes that means finding whats threaded between the lines.

When I reach the end of a topic, I’ll stop. That final word, line, paragraph is all I want to leave my reader with. Not summary of my words. I like my endings to float off into the ether, leaving them satisfied but also craving more.

One of my professors wants us to write ten pages of any fictional work we choose, which will receive classmate’s critiques. My first piece was three pages. Three.

It was an idea I had for several years, and had not worked on until this class. Everyone loved it, but wasn’t sure where it was all going. I didn’t either. At least we had that in common. Despite the butcher paper on my dorm room wall covered in ideas and questions, there were more question marks on that page than I was comfortable with. So the idea is put on the back burner to stew.

My second piece was Harry Potter fanfiction. This was easily nine pages. At least I met that limit.

Now my last piece is a slow struggle. Ideas are there, but not enough for ten pages. The plots and characters linger just outside my vision. No one wants to step into the limelight.

Page limits kill me.

Every Word Matters

I’ve spent a good portion of my life stringing words together.

And while not everyone enjoys that task, I have a deep passion for being a wordsmith.

During a writing course at the community college I previously attended, we read Hemingway’s A Clean, Well-Lighted Place. Immediately I saw the beauty in making every word count. There’s something pleasant about sparse prose that keeps me reading. I don’t know how to describe it.

After reading a few more Hemingway shorts, I gave myself a challenge. Push my style and my language. Don’t just string words together, but explore storytelling in a minimalist fashion. Make every word and every sentence matter.

And I suppose its worked.

My nonfiction essays have grown shorter, until my last one was barely over a page. Maybe there are details I’m leaving out.

Only way to know if this is working for me is when I start submitting my essays for publication.

Beginning Somewhere

Its taken me an hour to write this post. And probably a solid week or two to decide whether to start this blog in the first place.

I fail at making decisions, and even more so when it comes to my writing.

So this is a blog by a twenty-something writer going into her junior year at a university in New Hampshire. I’m far from the rainy city I call home that includes my mom, and my beagle, Whitaker.

I want to give myself a chance to explore and reflect. Writing has always been therapeutic. I’m not quite sure what stopped me from maintaining some kind of diary over the years. Instead, I used the pages of blank spiral notebooks to interrupt my fictional drabbles with heartbroken words and stream of conscious ramblings.

Maybe this will be a risk I’ll regret, but life is short, and I should stop regretting things I’ve done.

I’ve learned more from doing crazy things.