Chris is a human man with fair coloring, from Texas -- a "good ol' boy" who actually is pretty good. He falls in with Schrodinger's team while saving Pat's life from a stalker, and sticks around to help Kay with security. Sometimes Chris gets turned into a cat, or is a cat in other dimensions. In such cases, he typically takes the form of a cream tabby, often with white patches, and a chunky body. Chris tends to be a darker shade of cream, with more noticable stripes, than Alex in cat form; but any beige-ish cat picture may suffice if it's doing something Chris-ish. Some of the pictures in this batch are a little crude, given Chris' somewhat earthy background. Full-size images are in the Alter!Chris gallery of my LJ scrapbook.
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1) "The key the writer needs to grasp is how a character's free will choices combine with the prevailing influence in her life to produce events which, though decades apart in time and place, nevertheless are related poetically."
2) "Literature teachers sometimes demand that a "book review" written by students to prove they read the novel in question should point out how the ending demonstrates poetic justice. Old classic novels all had this element, though it's harder to find in recently published SF Fantasy or Romance."
I'm always looking for those aspects in my own writing. The first deals with character virtues and flaws, motivations, and setting. In a good story, there will be humming tension between what a character wants and what they can easily reach. They should have to navigate a lot of challenges to get what they want. Choices don't always turn out as planned. (Another handy rule is, "The first thing a character tries, never works.") So then, it's interesting when the character pulls one way and the world pulls another. I set up for that when I'm doing a character build for roleplaying or Torn World, etc. -- and I watch for it when exploring characters I meet through fiction.
I also love poetic justice, although not everyone does and it needn't be in every story. But I have an abiding joy in watching villains Come To A Bad End, and I find that especially gratifying when their own bad choices and actions play into what happens to them. Real life doesn't always come with a sense of justice. If I wanted to be depressed, I'd watch the news. I read fiction in part to remind myself of those occasions when the wheel of karma runs over jerks like an express train crushing a grape. Plenty of people like to indulge in a little literary schadenfreude, so it's a useful thing to include.
THE NOVEMBER 1, 2011 POETRY FISHBOWL HAS SOLD OUT!!!
This is the first time that has happened. The project just turned four years old in November, if we count from the first free session in November 2007. (I ran two months free to test the waters before offering poems for sale). This month, as you may recall, I wrote 17 poems, of which 16 were for sale. The last four of the "for sale" poems sold, along with finishing off "Igor's Creature" and "Will Not" ... which unlocked the 17th poem, "Uplifted" ... and the extra money in the donation covered that too.
You, my awesome audience made of solid chocolate plated with 100% 24-karat WIN, made this happen. I am filled with so much glee. My glee runneth over. Have some!
I'm going to go post poetry until, well, lunchtime probably. It's a stack.
This poem came out of the November 1, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a string of prompts from the_vulture. It was sponsored by Shirley Barrette and Anthony Barrette. The poem references a common way of making offerings to Yemaya. Note: This poem is about pr0n, shrimp, politics, and voodoo. It's funny but vulgar in places. If those things upset you, then you might want to skip it.
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This poem came out of the November 1, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from janetmiles. It was sponsored by Shirley Barrette and Anthony Barrette. The setting is the Whispering Sands desert in my main fantasy world, Hallelaine; and the language in question is called Seshaa, which means roughly "the voice of the desert" or "the sound of wind over sand."
When a bandit lad
empties all the wineskins at a revel
and refills them with vinegar,
that's a prank.
When Waterjewel's best potter
makes a pot from a dozen kinds of clay
just to see if that's possible
and then dances nearly naked through a revel
with the pot balanced on its head,
that's a shenanigan.
The wind carries one word
for these two things:
The desert remains
a collage of cultures divided
by a common language.
This poem came out of the November 1, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from fayanora. It was sponsored by Shirley Barrette and Anthony Barrette. Check out this list of plants with animal names.
One summer the fairies got into the hothouse,
and before you know it, there were
owl eyes hooting,
lizard plants sunbathing,
snapdragons breathing fire,
spider plants spinning webs,
giant toad cup lilies eating flies,
butterfly weed spreading its wings,
cockspur flower crowing up the sun,
red parrot plants singing sea chanteys,
white rabbit foot grazing over the clover,
monkey plants spilling out of their barrel,
and dogwoods barking at the pussywillows
and the poor gardener thanking his lucky stars
that he hadn't planted rattlesnake master after all.
This poem came out of the November 1, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from wyld_dandelyon. It was sponsored by Shirley Barrette and Anthony Barrette. Skycat is a popular trickster figure over on Torn World. This hasn't been approved as canon yet, but I do plan to submit it to the Canon Board.
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This poem came out of the November 1, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by prompts from morrigans_eve, siliconshaman, the_vulture, siege, ellenmillion, and aldersprig. It was sponsored by Shirley Barrette and Anthony Barrette. "Uplifted" comes after "Will Not." You can find the other Path of the Paladins poems through the Serial Poetry page on my website.
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