tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42604277582113950142024-01-12T18:11:30.902-06:00Over Yonder...Books, dreams, and random ramblings of a slightly muddled mind. If you find it wandering, send it back my way. Thanks.Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-46471476246527846372023-11-22T08:28:00.001-06:002023-11-22T08:28:19.652-06:00On Writing No. 2: Finding Craft Books and Essays That Work For You<p><span style="font-family: Palatino; text-indent: 18px;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3uVn5It36bX-J7yeYX3yXTLptT1oPB0qMWtP28xIqCEh9qD550weJRtfm5WOjT73zyYJvSjgBNA4gThupnDFoI45SOytGKlhAcntSU5W2raROiGRvKKkpTnoZYTPONI8BLsqmC4U186hXNfdznWSJ7G05RnpDHdOJVB1wCn5V1OoT8CS8PcDH5_yZ2c/s2316/tmorangeyser4x6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="A watercolor titled "Above Tower Falls, Yellowstone" by Thomas Moran. It shows the blue water and red rock of the canyon. Can be found on Smithsonian Institute Open Access site." border="0" data-original-height="2316" data-original-width="1584" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu3uVn5It36bX-J7yeYX3yXTLptT1oPB0qMWtP28xIqCEh9qD550weJRtfm5WOjT73zyYJvSjgBNA4gThupnDFoI45SOytGKlhAcntSU5W2raROiGRvKKkpTnoZYTPONI8BLsqmC4U186hXNfdznWSJ7G05RnpDHdOJVB1wCn5V1OoT8CS8PcDH5_yZ2c/w219-h320/tmorangeyser4x6.jpg" title=""Above Tower Falls, Yellowstone" by Thomas Moran" width="219" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">"Above Tower Falls, Yellowstone" by Thomas Moran</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">After going back to graduate school in 2017 for an MFA, I made a concerted effort to engage critically with writing from several perspectives. I wanted to learn craft, and the best way to do that—for me— is to read and then put what I read into practice. However, I did not want to limit myself to the things I’ve always enjoyed reading, which would be YA, fantasy, science fiction, and Jane Austen novels.</span></span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">My previous graduate degree in English/creative writing helped me in this regard. I was exposed to writers and literature I would never have discovered organically. I came to love realism, particularly writers like Willa Cather and George Eliot, and I found that I did not hate memoirs as much as I thought I did. Essays that I once considered too dry suddenly developed hidden oases. (I will discuss the topic of reading in more depth next month, but I need to mention this to go to the next point.)</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">This change did not come overnight. I had to stretch my mind by reading about craft from multiple points of view, particularly those of writers I admire. I began with some well-known books: </span><i style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">The Art of Memoir</i><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> (Mary Karr), </span><i style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">On Becoming a Novelist</i><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> and </span><i style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">The Art of Fiction </i><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">(John Gardner), </span><i style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">Bird by Bird</i><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> (Anne Lamott), and </span><i style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">Aspects of the Novel</i><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> (E.M. Forster).</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">From reading about writing, I understood that it was in </span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-decoration: underline; text-indent: 18px;">questioning</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> your work that you grew as a writer. Anyone can throw down some words on a page, but the writer then looks back at what is there and is dissatisfied.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">This realization led me to seek out writers who also questioned their writing, who were not satisfied with first drafts, and who found themselves drawn to engaging dialectically with their craft and with other writers and readers. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">I was on a quest of the type found in those novels I love. Admittedly, the stakes were not nearly as high as for Frodo Baggins or Taran the Pigkeeper, but I found it enjoyable all the same.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">On this trek, I discovered Ursula K. Le Guin’s books and essays on craft </span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">and several interviews with her, including </span><i style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">Ursula K. Le Guin: Conversations on Writing with David Naimon. </i><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">I absorbed them like heat into cold flesh; they were my fire. From this place of warmth, I trailed outward, becoming a many-tentacled thing, reaching and finding (sometimes rediscovering) authors like Jorge Luis Borges because Le Guin would mention them in her essays and interviews. (I’d read Borges in undergrad and loved his short stories. The collection </span><i style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">Labyrinths</i><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> still haunts me the way good prose and a mystery that isn’t quite solved always do.)</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">From craft books like these, I realized what a craft book should be. It should compel you to keep going, find more ideas and words, and dig in the shelves for another taste of inspiration.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">Books about writing need to be personally applicable and accessible. A lot of these “helpful” books are dry or too centered on teaching you how to achieve your goals in a certain amount of steps. Steps have their places, but if the author doesn’t show you how to walk those steps, then they won’t do you any good. You’ll keep tumbling back down or founder at the first few.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">I guess what I mean is that the book and the author need to speak to you on a level you know. In even simpler terms, it must be relatable. A few of those books I mentioned at the start are quite dated and very dry, a bit like reading textbooks. They contain good ideas and expert knowledge, but I found it difficult to relate to them.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;">In order to wrap up this post, I’m going to provide a bibliography of some of my favorite books on writing—the ones that felt familiar and truly helped me understand my own writing.</span><span style="font-family: Palatino; font-size: 13px; text-indent: 18px;"> </span></p>
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<li style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Meander, Spiral, Explode: Design and Pattern in Narrative</i> by Jane Alison</li>
<li style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Upstream: Selected Essays</i> by Mary Oliver</li>
<li style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>The World Split Open: Great Authors on How and Why We Write</i> (TinHouse Books, 2014)</li>
<li style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>No Time to Spare: Thinking About What Matters </i>(2017), <i>Words Are My Matter: Writings on Life and Book</i>s (2019), <i>Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places </i>(2017), and <i>The Wave in the Mind: Talks and Essays on the Writer, the Reader, and the Imagination</i> (2004) by Ursula K. Le Guin (I placed Le Guin’s together because she is really quite prolific and often carries certain ideas over, such as the “wave in the mind,” between essays/collections so that her collected essays feel less like separate works and more like a larger undertaking comprised of a lifetime of experience and growth. And these are not all of the collections, just the ones I own.)</li>
<li style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Reading Like a Writer: A Guide for People Who Love Books and for Those Who Want to Write Them</i> by Francine Prose</li>
<li style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><i>Writer to Writer: From Think to Ink</i> by Gail Carson Levine (If you were obsessed with <i>Ella Enchanted</i>—the book—as a young person, you’ll love this book on writing.)</li></ul>Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-61240240026076012842023-11-10T12:55:00.000-06:002023-11-10T12:55:08.458-06:00On Writing No. 1: The Inevitable Question<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">Soon comes the day when some well-meaning person asks the inevitable question of any writer: Why?</p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">It’s happened to me quite a few times, in fact. All anyone wants to know is the answer to this question, as if knowing it will explain the intricacies of writing. What they do not know is that often, the writer is unsure about the Why as well. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">Sure, we know the lowercase why behind our writing. We write because we are writers. It’s a simple response that encapsulates the projects, the struggles, the deleted words, the breakthroughs, the drafts, the multitude of documents saved in various locations with names like Novel1.5.4FORREAL, and so much more. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">But Why do we write what we write and Why does that question send a bolt of panic through us (or is that just me)? </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">Personally, I like asking this question of myself. I enjoy applying the nuance of context to it. Instead of a blanketing ‘Why?’, I look at each individual application of this inevitable question to my writing once I have answered the initial question to my own satisfaction. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">So, I sit down, or I go outside and follow my three-year-old around on his various adventures, and I deliberately question my process and whatever I am currently writing. Why did I choose this point of view for the narrative or the poem? Why did I begin at this point? Why is it in the past tense? Why, why, why, why, why, why, until I finally exhaust that line of inquiry and at last travel into the others: the ‘woulds,’ the ‘hows,’ the ‘whens,’ the ‘whos,’ and, at last, the ‘what ifs.’ </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">It is only upon reaching ‘what if’ that I get to the heart of writing. Answering a what-if question requires thinking on several fronts—past, present, and future. It also brings me back full circle to other questions, so questions beget questions, and all of those threads add up to something wonderful: words. Those words build worlds, ideas, memories, and so much more. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">Questions—even those we dread—are worth heaps of dragon gold. Using them to revise or expand a work in progress is an act of careful creation. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-align: center; text-indent: 18px;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"> </span></p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 18px; text-indent: 18px;"><br /></p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">Why do I write?</p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">A confession: I did not always like to write, and I dreaded anyone—even myself—questioning the things I did write. The Inevitable Question would invariably send me into a spiral of self-doubt while stoking my feelings of inadequacy. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">It is here that I feel school failed me. I found solace in reading other’s words. I devoured books and always carried one with me. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">However, if a teacher assigned me to write about one of those books? No thanks. I was quite comfortable digesting it internally without putting my thoughts into visible words for someone else to read and grade. Despite my hyperlexic ability to read, comprehend, and remember vast quantities of written information from a very young age, which translated to doing exceptionally well on tests of my knowledge, I was not a strong writer. I struggled to make A’s in my English courses in high school. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">As a G&T student, I was in the upper-level courses—the pre-APs and the APs—and making less than A’s in those would have tanked my GPA. The feedback I consistently received from my teachers was that I was a mediocre writer, lacking source integration and too reliant on personal reflection. I’d make up for these grades by taking tests where I could flex my knowledge retention and recall. </p><p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">I sure showed them on the ACT. Well, except for the math portion, where the 25 brought my overall score down to a 32. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">But those reviews of my writing haunted me still. I decided never to write again and to pursue a visual arts degree after high school. No writing there, I thought. Or math. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">It was not until college—and a rather strange freshman Honors English composition course—that I discovered writing was not as scary or restrictive as I assumed. And that those high school teachers were very limited, not only in their feedback but also in their mindsets. </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">An alternative hippie taught the class. She wore platform combat boots and fishnet stockings. Her round sunglasses perched on a face devoid of makeup except for thick black eyeliner. Her smoky voice would begin each class with questions: Soooooo, who wants to start the class with an observation about the reading? Why did Barthes/Sarte/Barthelme/whoever we were reading that day write about what they wrote about? What does any of this have to do with us right now? </p>
<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">She introduced us to Morning Pages and Artist Dates from <i>The Artist’s Way</i> (by Julia Cameron). We did not write traditional research papers like they taught us to write in high school. We wrote personal reflections on the readings. We were investigators. We interrogated the works she had us read and then interrogated ourselves. </p>
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<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">Why do I write? I write because this one college instructor made me write every day and did not discourage me. She helped me find the writer within me when I was certain that version of me did not exist. </p>
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<p style="font-family: Palatino; font-feature-settings: normal; font-kerning: auto; font-optical-sizing: auto; font-size-adjust: none; font-size: 13px; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-position: normal; font-variation-settings: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; text-indent: 18px;">Until next time…</p>Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-33544543485728130492023-10-23T13:55:00.000-05:002023-10-23T13:55:47.054-05:00Introducing a New Writing Series<p><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvc31Cx_6s3pTOVPN3cXgzxCLNPYDfhzw4RR_0wm-qJjSry7nTLcp0hQXbTm4YL6mrMBFmDHUEYs2PNRbxPeKbtSfB-SyKh1IX44f6iczmMaZrfqFKC_cJR0719RDrNqVotA7rT-pyBrvBgvCcGWUrY8uc_QgucqXPiM6La1Z6DHk536KbwjzsNcXvlA/s2214/tmorancastleprint5x7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="An ink print in black by Thomas Moran of Harlech Castle in North Wales. All of Moran's sketches and art can be found digitally through the Smithsonian's Open Access." border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2214" height="217" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvc31Cx_6s3pTOVPN3cXgzxCLNPYDfhzw4RR_0wm-qJjSry7nTLcp0hQXbTm4YL6mrMBFmDHUEYs2PNRbxPeKbtSfB-SyKh1IX44f6iczmMaZrfqFKC_cJR0719RDrNqVotA7rT-pyBrvBgvCcGWUrY8uc_QgucqXPiM6La1Z6DHk536KbwjzsNcXvlA/w320-h217/tmorancastleprint5x7.jpg" title="Harlech Castle, North Wales by Thomas Moran" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Harlech Castle, North Wales by Thomas Moran</td></tr></tbody></table><br />A few months ago, I teased the idea of a new series here on the blog. I'm not talking about a book series. This is purely for this blog and any readers I might still have after such a long hiatus. (Sorry about that.) </p><p>I took some time after I finished my MFA thesis to consider my next steps. I didn't write anything for a month. Such a break felt entirely necessary after cranking out a thesis over a few months. For some reason, I could only seem to finish things in a massive rush right at the deadline--and it must be the final deadline. Fake deadlines don't work. </p><p>Recently, I've discovered that this compulsion to only work under pressure is related to ADHD, a condition I have but did not know I had (at least not in any official capacity). I'm being treated now after a late-in-life diagnosis, and the difference in my ability to work is astonishing. I can write without the necessary pressure. I can fold laundry without feeling as if my bones are going to break from the agony of boredom of such a non-dopamine-rewarding task. </p><p>Back to the blog post series. </p><p>I'm going to call it my "On Series." Each post will be "on" a different topic, and yes, I understand that all posts are technically already "on" different topics. However, each month will be themed and every post in that month will be "on" a different aspect of the theme. For example, November is--as we writers know so well--NaNoWriMo. While I will likely not be participating, I do want to write a series of posts "on" writing. </p><p>"Very original, Bailey," you might be thinking. "No one has ever thought to write about writing before." *eye roll*</p><p>Guess what? I don't care. This is a personal blog. You're just a figment of my imagination until we actually meet in person, and since I'm not the type of person who goes around wanting to meet new people in the flesh, that's not likely to happen. </p><p>So, let's get to it. Let us discuss writing. Let me share my thoughts on writing as an art, as a practice, as an escape, as a dance, as a science, and as a communion with the past, present, and future, with you, my (perhaps not so) imaginary blog friends. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>The On Series (3 months)</b></p><p style="text-align: center;">November: On Writing</p><p style="text-align: center;">December: On Reading</p><p style="text-align: center;">January: On Change</p><p><br /></p>Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-37142639127207262392023-05-17T12:19:00.000-05:002023-05-17T12:20:26.869-05:00What Does Time Feel Like<p>It feels like a toddler mangling pronunciations and jumping over sticks. </p><p>It feels like an ending of a relationship. </p><p>It feels like seeds germinating, growing, climbing a trellis, producing flowers, attracting bees, and handing out ripe pea pods for picking. </p><p>It feels like the thunder and the wind preceding a summer storm. </p><p>It feels like old posts removed, and new ones to come. </p><p>It feels like moving on. </p><p>Time is an accumulation of growth, decay, and regrowth. Time is not numbers. Time is a current. Time is a place/space/stretch of dirt road.</p><p>I lost myself for a time. I had to pull myself out of the waters and onto the shore. </p><p>This post marks a new start for this blog. I hope once again to devote my time to crafting posts about books, writing, and the intersections of life. </p><p><b>Coming up...</b></p><p>A Reintroduction</p><p>An Introduction</p><p>What's Happened Since Starting an MFA Program</p><p><br /></p><p>As always, until next time...</p>Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-45717965188188158772017-02-23T10:08:00.000-06:002023-10-23T13:19:47.419-05:00Mastering the Fine ArtsHello blogland! Honestly, it has been way too long. I wish I had some really convincing reasons for being absent, but alas, I do not. I let myself get consumed by my instructor internship the past two years and now that has nearly come to a close.<br />
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You know what that means. That's right. I have the graduate school bug once again. So, I sent my writing samples out to two schools I thought were pretty cool and it turns out that they think I'm cool too. Yay!<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4iHG5Sqp1IBoWzI0YAMMNU-YNG-F_aOSgBCs_eTPln49oWudC-1pVwuVlkFASW1DFZZwOCphCkgxqkQymZGG-rbLcpp-PLRt-nC8jvqaf6PotOg3tEqmRUQWhAJnpeODlwQ2O1-cipxM/s1600/create_your_super_hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4iHG5Sqp1IBoWzI0YAMMNU-YNG-F_aOSgBCs_eTPln49oWudC-1pVwuVlkFASW1DFZZwOCphCkgxqkQymZGG-rbLcpp-PLRt-nC8jvqaf6PotOg3tEqmRUQWhAJnpeODlwQ2O1-cipxM/s320/create_your_super_hero.jpg" width="237" /></a>I've been pre-approved for admission to two really great MFA in Creative Writing programs and now I am simply waiting on the results from the graduate schools in both places. I will finally be able to assume my alter ego of ImagiGirl.<br />
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ImagiGirl: creating worlds, characters, and intriguing plots to save society from boredom and bad literature!<br />
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This is all really good news. I love sharing good news. It's...good.<br />
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But life isn't about always having good news. My husband will be gone for about a year starting in August, right about the time I'd be beginning my new graduate program.<br />
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His unit is shipping out to the Middle East (I don't know where) and they will be ping-ponged around the countryside taking down American military bases, building roads, and sundry other horizontal engineering unit duties. It's safe to assume nothing vertical will be built by his unit. (LOL)<br />
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I've been putting off coming to terms with his absence. As a military wife, I know deployments are inevitable. I've been lucky that my first two years of marriage have been relatively absence free. A few training sessions here, a long weekend away there, nothing I can't manage. I'm fine with being alone.<br />
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Or so I thought. I think I mostly tell myself I'm okay with solitude because to admit--even to myself--that I need someone around me, even if they aren't constantly with me, seems like a weakness. I'm a strong, independent woman, but I need my man. Even writing this seems like a betrayal of the sisterhood.<br />
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So, to help myself cope with all of this, I intend to write a poem every week he is gone. Then, when he finally does come home, I will have something to give him to show him how much he means to me and my family.<br />
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I may periodically post a poem on here, just to get feedback from you wonderful blog friends.<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-9296033088005047972016-06-28T08:35:00.001-05:002023-10-23T13:19:45.960-05:00Uncle Tommy<u>Thursday</u><br />
This weekend was rough. Actually, I don't think "rough" is an adequate description. I lost someone very dear to me, someone dear to quite a lot of people--some I know and many I don't know. We had no warning. Just a phone call Thursday afternoon that my Uncle Tommy was admitted to the hospital for heart related issues. We were told it was serious but not to worry. Just pray.<br />
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So we did.<br />
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<u>Friday</u><br />
I went to bed that night like any normal night. But when I woke up, it was to a text message from my mom saying he'd passed away in the early morning hours.<br />
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How does one react to such news? It had been a while since I'd lost my grandfathers--my first face-to-face with death--but I am older now. I discovered there is no difference between a 14-year-old's reaction to sudden loss of a loved one and a 25-year-old's. I cried.<br />
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Shock. Disbelief. At first, it was just a few tears, but then it devolved into an avalanche of racking sobs as the full enormity of it came crushing into me. He was gone. He is gone. And nothing I or anyone here on Earth can do can bring him back, even for a second.<br />
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I tried to comfort myself with the knowledge that he is with the Lord. (And John Wayne, his hero.)<br />
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So, I cried a bit more. I went over to my parents' home and cried there with my sister, mother, aunt, and grandmother, standing in the kitchen, hoping the nightmare would end but still being productive--it's bean canning season.<br />
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The familiar smell of freshly canned green beans washed over me like a clichéd soothing tide. Uncle Tommy loved to grow things. I knew with certainty that he would approve of the steaming pot on the stove and smell.<br />
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Since then, time has been a bit wonky. We were in a state of suspended animation it seems, waiting and yet not waiting, for that moment when we would all gather together, as is custom, to say our goodbyes. We drove from all over to meet, homing in on his location like geese seeking shelter. We found him and, yet, we didn't.<br />
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<u>Saturday</u><br />
I was supposed to be hosting a house warming party at our first home together. The Husband had been working so hard all week to get the outside of the house ready, while I worked inside to finally unpack all of those miscellaneous boxes.<br />
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Instead, my husband drove a Dramamine-d and Klonipan-ed me nearly four hours to Alexander City. I'd never dreaded arriving there before. The place of so many family gatherings and summer excursions to Lake Martin became a place I wished miracles of life could happen spontaneously, and if not, that time would stop and I wouldn't have to see the same look I saw in the mirror reflected on the faces of people I love.<br />
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Time didn't stop. Before I knew it, we were there and I was surrounded in a sea of grief. But, because this moment was about my Uncle Tommy, mingled in with the tears were choked laughs as we recalled stories about him. His wish was for a celebration, so we tried, in our weak human way to give him that.<br />
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It's easy to be selfish and want to prolong the crying part of a loss. Yet, Uncle Tommy never took the easy way and expected us--no matter what we did in life--to do our best, even if our best took us down the harder, less-traveled path.<br />
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Soon I'll apply a fresh tint to the wood, making my mark on this piece that once belonged to someone else. I imagine Uncle Tommy smiling and telling me to be sure to go with the grain. Don't ruin the integrity of the wood. Don't rush the process. Do everything with love.<br />
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<br />Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-36974839434078955152015-03-07T11:40:00.000-06:002023-10-23T13:19:47.207-05:00Defending a Creative ThesisDear Blog Friends,<br />
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The time has come, once again, for me to defend a large body of words in front of a committee of my choosing. The deed will go down this Monday at 4 p.m. Any warm fuzzy thoughts you can send my way at that time will be greatly appreciated. I feel like the past two years have flown by, but I guess that's what happens when you're having fun. I think the best decision I've made in my entire educational career is switching from a literature/critical concentration to a creative writing concentration.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAIawMoSWo-LybTS_fpDjNGIziLEGed2lT6TyOTTJrvD5BpnktB0MM6QG47auiXKoDAajO7uwlDl3RRRCgDPog4BDAb6PCsrqrg-xS90tHHj0yGeqM8qxRaqBBhaSF1vusziFoIhFDqo/s1600/Screen+Shot+2015-03-07+at+11.23.44+AM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLAIawMoSWo-LybTS_fpDjNGIziLEGed2lT6TyOTTJrvD5BpnktB0MM6QG47auiXKoDAajO7uwlDl3RRRCgDPog4BDAb6PCsrqrg-xS90tHHj0yGeqM8qxRaqBBhaSF1vusziFoIhFDqo/s1600/Screen+Shot+2015-03-07+at+11.23.44+AM.png" height="320" width="255" /></a>Sure, it would have been easier for me to write another thesis about someone else's work, analyzing it in some "new" way that would bring something else "new" to my field. BUT, and this is a critical one, I think there is enough of that in the academic community right now. What we really need are more creative works (not that I'm placing my thesis among such greats that we study), and I think that the people capable of writing these works need to stop being afraid of doing what we love. That's what it came down to for me. I knew--deep in my gut--that I could write another critical thesis and that it would be good enough for me to get my M.A. in English, another box checked. However, my true desire wasn't that. I wanted to write something of my own, something free from style constraints and works cited pages.<br />
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And I had a story inside me. It needed to breathe the fresh air and its characters wanted to be heard. They still do. I've only chiseled away the detritus from a small piece of it, but the support I've received from my mentors and friends is enough to encourage me to continue carving.<br />
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As I meditate on the past two years, I am pleased with my progress as a writer and as a perpetual student. If there is one thing that I've taken away from embracing the creative process, it's that learning never ends. There is always something new behind the next door. So, whether I go on to get my Ph.D. in English, my MFA, or simply sit on my master's degree and laugh at the world, I am content.<br />
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I thought about making this a post with advice to fellow creative thesis writers about the whole process, but then I decided not to. Each of us has a path and yours won't be like mine. The best advice I can give anyone who is thinking about pursuing a master's degree in creative writing (or who just wants to write a book/short story/poem, etc.) is to listen to your inner voice. Not the one saying you will fail if you try. That's not <u>you</u>. Listen to the other one. The one that says, "I'm here, too. And I want to tell a story. 'Once upon a time...'"<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-81152574168567198622014-11-16T15:59:00.002-06:002023-10-23T13:19:49.674-05:00Review: WAISTCOATS & WEAPONRY by Gail CarrigerI'm in love with this series. In fact, I think I've said that in at least one other post. The Finishing School series by Gail Carriger is simply divine.<br />
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Each character, no matter how minor, is alive with intent and practically pops from the page. Humor is dexterously woven into conversation and circumstances; I always find myself laughing out loud (to the confusion of my fiancé) whenever Sophronia or one of her fellow intelligencer-to-be's says or does something unexpected. <i>Waistcoats & Weaponry</i> (Book the Third, published Nov. 4, 2014 by Little, Brown Books for Young Readers) only made me fall even more in love with Carriger's writing style.<br />
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The dirigible's balloon, along with the top portion of what remained of the gondola, bobbed higher. Sophronia and Dimity stuck their heads out their respective doors; Dimity, pushing Monique carelessly aside as if she were a curtain, craned to look behind. Monique was still screaming, but that might be due to the indignity of being treated like a drapery. </blockquote>
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Dimity yelled, "The duke has left Lord Mersey and is trying to collect prototypes--sorry--frequencers. Oh, dear, it's as if he's lost his marbles." </blockquote>
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Sophronia said, "I wager the pickled duke is none too pleased and is going to demand an explanation from his son." (237)</blockquote>
The action is non-stop, packed with punch (literally), and brimming with the intelligent musings of Sophronia--a girl who simply wants to see balance in her world, and uses her vast skills as an intelligencer-in-training to do so.<br />
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Another aspect I admire of this series is Carriger's ability to talk about social issues (race relations, women in society, propriety, technology) in a way that neither offends nor bores. Sophronia's world is an interesting blend of Victorian ideals, modern technology, and the supernatural. Throw in a human group of gentlemen called Picklemen who hate supernatural creatures and revere technology, and you have a trifecta of potential disruptive behavior.<br />
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Really, I see no reason why this series cannot be read as a rulebook of how to treat your fellow man, regardless of skin color, social standing, or diet.<br />
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To sum up: <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21407176-waistcoats-weaponry?from_search=true" target="_blank">Waistcoats & Weaponry i</a>s a delightful paranormal steampunk romp and I recommend it highly to children and adults. Just click the link for more information via Goodreads.<br />
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Until next time...<br />
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Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-66280825694810766292014-10-28T14:41:00.000-05:002023-10-23T13:19:49.316-05:00Hello, France. Nice to Meet You Too? Is it strange that I check my blog stats every few weeks despite the undeniable fact that I do not post regularly?<br />
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I don't think so. Imagine my surprise then to see 368 visits from somewhere in France. This would be an adequate picture of my face.<br />
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Yes, when I'm intrigued, I look like Joey from Friends. I also share his sentiment about sharing food. I don't do it.<br />
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Now, as for the strangely large number of French visitor(s), I'm left with these questions: Are you one person or are you many? I'm assuming here that a) you (the visitor/visitors from France) are actually real and not some fluke of the Internet and b) you are reading this and can answer me. Preferably in English. I understand the gist of some French, but if you (or anyone, really) started speaking to me in French, you or they would see that Joey face followed by a grin and my Spanish reply of "No comprendo francés."<br />
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So, here we are. Or here I am, staring awkwardly at this page and Joey's face wondering what to type next. Perhaps a status update on my thesis prospectus? Yes? No? Okay. Yes it is!<br />
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Update:<br />
My mentor thinks my prospectus is very well-written; however, I used "however" too much. And will likely continue that pattern indefinitely because I could not write that sentence without using it. My fingers just wouldn't let me. As for the prospectus itself, my mentor believes I will soon be ready to defend it, and once that is checked off the list, I can actually finish the thesis in question and in short order defend it as well. Right now I'm focusing on the offense part of my game--actually getting the things written. Defense is something for Future Me to worry about. In a few months.<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-86985454385688561732014-06-25T18:59:00.000-05:002023-10-23T13:19:49.813-05:00News and Such ThingsDear Blog Friends,<br />
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I know I've been rather sparse lately in the whole posting-stuff-region, but I have a good reason. I've been really busy. Like, super crazy busy even for me. That paltry excuse said, I do have some good news to share.<br />
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I'm engaged! *cue<span class="gmw_"> cheering* </span><br />
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<span class="gmw_">The Boyfriend finally proposed and we're very happy. He has now been renamed The Fiancé. Hope I did that accento mark right....</span><br />
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Anyway, that's not the only news! I'm currently working as an Editorial Intern (which is a confusing title because technically I'm not getting paid, hence Intern, but I'm getting all of the credit of an Editor) at a local independent called <a href="http://www.negativecapability.squarespace.com/" target="_blank">Negative Capability Press</a>, located here in Mobile, AL. My mentor is the great poet (and former Poet Laureate of Alabama) Dr. Sue Brannan Walker. I'm learning so much about publishing that I can barely hold all of this new information, and the great thing is, I'm doing a directed studies class titled Publishing and Editing with her in the Fall so the fun will just continue. In addition to that, she is also my creative thesis mentor, so that means I'll be spending more time with her in the next year working on my, you guessed it, creative thesis!<br />
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Due to my current sharing mood, here is the premise:<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Courier New'; line-height: 150%; text-indent: -0.25in;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; line-height: 150%; text-indent: -0.25in;">Found wandering the Grymm Forest at age five and raised by a roving band of gypsies, Eurydice and her chatty sidekick Harly—a scholar turned mule—navigate the criminal underbelly of the Twin Kingdom as assassins for justice. Now seventeen, Eury’s loyalty to justice is tested when she comes face to face with an enemy that she never imagined: her past. Not knowing whom to trust, other than Harly, Eury must discover her origins, save a vagabond prince from almost certain death, and prevent a terrible curse from spreading beyond the Grymm Forest—a place she never anticipated returning, much less remembers having left. Magic, murder, and mayhem abound in this tale about identity and crafting the perfect arrow for every occasion. <i>May the Grymm Fighter watch over us all</i>. </span></blockquote>
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<span class="gmw_">By Spring this will be a full-fledged (haha it's punny because the title is <i>Fledgling</i>) novel and I have plans for a trilogy. I'm so excited! </span><br />
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<span class="gmw_">In order to keep the good news train rolling, here is my final bit of fun! My good friend Kelsey Sutton (whom I've posted about several times) has just won a <a href="http://www.independentpublisher.com/article.php?page=1791" target="_blank">Gold IPPY for her debut novel <i>Some Quiet Place</i></a>! More cheers! And Stephen Colbert dancing!</span><br />
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Well, that's all folks! Just look at him dance. Go Stephen, go Stephen, go Stephen!<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-49789356897107606652014-06-06T13:40:00.000-05:002023-10-23T13:19:47.702-05:00Review: THE CAMELOT CODE by Mari Mancusi<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21937258-the-camelot-code?from_search=true" target="_blank">The Camelot Code</a></i><br />
by <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/21701.Mari_Mancusi" target="_blank">Mari Mancusi</a><br />
<a href="http://www.marimancusi.com/" target="_blank">Author site</a><br />
<a href="https://twitter.com/marimancusi" target="_blank">Twitter </a><br />
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Goodreads summary:<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">All fourteen-year-old gamer girl Sophie Sawyer wants to do is defeat Morgan Le Fay in her favorite Arthurian videogame. She has no idea the secret code sent via text message is actually a magical spell that will send her back in time to meet up with a real life King Arthur instead. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="gmw_"><span class="gmw_">Of course<span class="gm_ gm_e657916f-74e8-8107-68de-c8015843b852 gm-spell gm_tiny"> </span>Arthur's not king yet--he hasn't pulled the sword from the stone--and he has no idea of his illustrious destiny. And when a twist of fate sends him forward in time--to modern day high school--history is suddenly in jeopardy. Even more so when Arthur Googles himself and realizes what lies in store for him if he returns to his own time--and decides he'd rather try out for the football team instead.</span></span> </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Now Sophie and her best friend Stuart find themselves in a race against time--forced to use their 21st century wits to keep history on track, battle a real-life version of their favorite videogame villain, and get the once and future king back where he belongs. Or the world, as they know it, may no longer exist.</span></blockquote>
<i>The Camelot Code</i> is available in e-book and paperback through <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00JPLG2HA/ref=as_li_qf_sp_asin_il_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00JPLG2HA&linkCode=as2&tag=mariannemancu-20" target="_blank">Amazon</a> or <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-camelot-code-mari-mancusi/1119235929?ean=2940149257799" target="_blank">B&N</a>. I received a digital copy from the lovely Mari herself and what follows is my honest to goodness review.<br />
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As an avid gamer, like the protagonist Sophie Sawyer, I enjoy hacking away at my enemies or casting spells to save the day. It's a wonderful escape from reality. However, if I suddenly found myself sucked back in time to the land of Skyrim, where dragons molested towns and the dead walked as skeletons in crypts, I might actually pass out from the sheer terror of it.<br />
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Sophie's handling of the situation is somewhat more along the lines of what I would wish to accomplish. She takes the event in stride and does her best to make things right, no matter how crazy they seem to get as the story goes along. As the Goodreads summary adequately explains, this historical, magical time swap is a romp in the park of fun.<br />
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I honestly had a blast reading this book. It's not what I typically read these days; I'm more of a darker YA reader/fantasy fan, but the lighthearted humor mixed with friendship and camaraderie as these friends embark on an adventure to save the world is exactly what kids these days need to read. There is just enough romance for the budding teen to giggle over, but not so much as to make it cross that boundary between middle grade and definitive YA territory.<br />
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As a 23-year-old graduate student majoring in creative writing, I found <i>The Camelot Code</i> to not only be enjoyable, but also well-written for its target audience, which somehow includes me as well. When I finally finished it I felt giddy like I did when I was twelve. I put down my iPad and simply relished the joy of the story.<br />
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Sometimes in this bustling world of books, that feeling is hard to come by. I applaud Mari Mancusi and wish her all the best with her other books (including the <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16006945-scorched" target="_blank">Scorched</a> series, which I also now plan to read).<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-24028979921265851872014-03-13T21:38:00.001-05:002023-10-23T13:19:46.464-05:00Review of FIREBLOOD and a look at the newest MMO, Elder Scrolls Online<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Hello everyone! This post is probably going to be the nerdiest one I've written in a while. And that's saying something. I once rambled about Skyrim and its sheer awesomeness for at least a page. Like the title says, I will be doing two things in this post: 1) Providing a brief review of <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15954549-fireblood?from_search=true" target="_blank"><i>Fireblood </i>(Whispers from Mirrowen) by Jeff Wheeler</a> 2) Showcasing some sweet screenshots from the Elder Scrolls Online (now that the NDA is relinquished).</div>
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Let's get straight to it then!<br />
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<span class="gmw_"><i>Fireblood</i><span class="gmw_"> is the first in <a href="http://www.twitter.com/@muirwoodwheeler" target="_blank">Jeff Wheeler</a>'s Whispers from </span><span class="gmw_"><span class="gm_ gm_c5f1aea2-6ef8-1887-7de2-7ea4bed29c1f gm-spell">Mirrowen</span> series. It's set in a fantasy world beset with a devastating plague. There is everything you would want from a fantasy series: magic, lore, evil creatures, quests, danger, intrigue, and so much more that I just can't share because it would spoil some of y'all's fun. The characters are multi-faceted, full of personal twists, and absolutely endearing. Yes, even the evil ones have something attractive about them (</span><i>maybe they're born with it, maybe it's Maybelline?</i>). </span><br />
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<span class="gmw_">The second book of the series, <i><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18318664-dryad-born" target="_blank">Dryad Born</a></i>, was just released (on my birthday!) and I can't wait to start it. <i>Fireblood</i> left me right in the middle of a big reveal and gosh darn it I just can't stand waiting!</span><br />
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Maybe I have the Fireblood and just don't know it? I have always wanted that sort of power. But goodness, the responsibility is daunting.<br />
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Anyway, that's all I'm going to say for now. As a fantasy fan, I recommend this series. Wheeler does a fantastic job of weaving a believable tale in a believable environment with believable consequences. Even the book covers are nice! In summary: delicious book.<br />
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I now summon the gaming nerd in me. Come forth, thou keyboard and mouse-clicking fanatic! Show yourself!<br />
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For a while now, I've had the opportunity to Beta test (long term) the newest Bethesda/Zenimax/Havok creation. I'm talking about the massively multiplayer online (MMO) game Elder Scrolls Online or ESO for short. Until recently, I wasn't allowed to talk about my experiences in Beta or take and share screenshots, videos, etc. There was a really strict nondisclosure agreement (NDA) in place and I, for all intents and purposes, always obey rules.<br />
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Besides, silence was a small price to pay for testing the game out before its release, and I like to think that I'm a pretty helpful person. I have helped test the game on a public test server (PTS) (I know, there are SO many acronyms), reporting bugs in quests, providing feedback on the forums, and basically stress-testing the server with my incessant questing.<br />
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Herein lie my thoughts and some lovely screengrabs of just a few of the places in ESO. (The graphics are amazing, not going to lie.)<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The final chamber in Coldharbour's starting quest. <br />
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<span class="gmw_"><span class="gmw_">In ESO, characters start out in a place called Coldharbour, the home plane of <span class="gm_ gm_f82d99ce-5ed9-90a7-eaa5-d4bad0837f3a gm-spell">daedric</span> prince Molag Bal. It's a really purple place. Like, really purple. I'm sure Prince would like it. The best thing about Coldharbour is all the random loot you can find in containers. I literally walk around in the large chambers and open every jar, chest, or trunk and take whatevers inside. It might be an ingredient, a lockpick (score!), or even a book that teaches me a new crafting style (double score!).</span></span><br />
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Depending on which Alliance you've chosen to join, you will end up in different places upon exiting this purple dungeon of doom. Albeit, you will leave with slightly less "soul" than when you entered. Actually, you will not have a soul at all. Cool, huh?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="gmw_"><span class="gmw_">My <span class="gm_ gm_b1f16f48-c82b-93c5-c9f5-4b767098dfda gm-spell">Khajit</span> character collecting a Skyshard. Getting some soul.</span></span></td></tr>
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<span class="gmw_"><span class="gmw_">To gain back some of your <span class="gm_ gm_d3fba99b-d1f0-a69c-a565-a77c32782f3c gm-spell">souliness</span>, you will gather Skyshards in Tamriel. </span></span><br />
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<-----Doing so will look like this. It's pretty neat.<br />
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Part of what makes ESO so awesome is the fact that you are playing with other people. I love Skyrim and other Elder Scrolls single player games and still do, but it's a whole different experience taking down a dungeon with fellow ESO fans.<br />
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Now for some gratuitous screenshots of my characters in ESO.<br />
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So, if you feel like joining the ranks of adventurers such as myself, you can starting on April 4. The game is available for preorder now for Mac, PC, Playstation 4, and Xbox One, but only Mac and PC will be released in April. Console versions will most likely come out in June. If any of you do become ESO players, drop me a line. We can explore the far reaches of Tamriel together, killing all that glows red and tries to kill us. That's the dream, right?<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-51371710418734972592014-02-22T14:54:00.000-06:002023-10-23T13:19:47.775-05:00Review (at last): FIRE & FLOOD by Victoria Scott<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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It's only three days until Victoria Scott's newest YA novel <i>Fire & Flood</i> is released officially to the masses that still read books. About a month ago, I received an ARC of <i>Fire & Flood</i> from Scholastic and subsequently devoured it in one sitting. I meant to write up a review right away, but somehow--as it often happens--I a) forgot b) got distracted c) procrastinated D) any of the above. All would be appropriate options.<br />
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However, I seem to have remembered what I set myself out to do that long while ago. A review!<br />
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<i>Fire & Flood </i>is probably the best ARC I've read in a while. The premise--that of a giant multi-terrain race where the contestants fight (often literally) to save a member of their families with genetically engineered companions as their partners--is, put simply, brilliant.<br />
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When I first heard about <i>Fire & Flood,</i> I was excited about the mere idea of animal companions with special abilities. Theses companions are called Pandoras, and I want one.<br />
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Narrated in first person by Contender (the ones participating in the race) Tella Holloway, the story takes us on a journey through thick jungle and rasping desert. We get a glimpse of a world where technology has come far enough to cure disease and create animals with special powers, but where corruption and evil exists in spades.<br />
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Human nature is put under the microscope, and every little flaw is examined side by side with the good. Sometimes flaws overwhelmingly win; sometimes the goodness in a person shines through.<br />
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And that, I believe, is the highest praise I, or anyone, can give a book. Sure, the action is great, the characters have dialogue both witty and meaningful, and the plot churns along like at a pace that keeps you guessing. But the feelings. The thought-provoking nature of the content--that is where a book becomes more than just words on a page.<br />
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I think that Scott has accomplished that in <i>Fire & Flood.</i> At least as far as I am concerned. So ends the review. If you wish to find out if these thoughts and feelings will affect you, I suggest picking up a copy on February 25. I'd appreciate finding out from others if it is as great a book as I think. Feedback is awesome.<br />
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Or so I tell the students I lead in peer review sessions. Sometimes feedback is...unpleasant. And I tell them that too. It's always a good idea to hear both sides of the story, don't y'all agree?<br />
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Until next time...<br />
<br />Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-26615500374612974462014-01-06T13:15:00.000-06:002023-10-23T13:19:46.536-05:00Review: THE FRIDAY SOCIETY<div class="tr_bq">
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Author: Adrienne Kress<br />
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<li><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/777907.Adrienne_Kress" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></li>
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Publisher: Dial Books<br />
Pages: 440<br />
ISBN: 0803737610<br />
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<a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/5623269-the-friday-society?from_search=true" target="_blank">Goodreads' summary</a>:<br />
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<strong style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">An action-packed tale of gowns, guys, guns</strong><strong style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> <strong>–and the heroines who use them all.</strong> </strong> </blockquote>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_HiqZ10o5dETe0hs77mNP7BgHLnKZiXlMtWCZTVBOM5cvfeXoJAAoerYMF7fEamgH3ZU-uNIKwOPYvCohnujC-zo4lf3KEsFCgwdYHDMk9KTye4QkuMEQGp7gWvGf6FrjV-XRWcmvFQE/s1600/thefridaysocietycover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_HiqZ10o5dETe0hs77mNP7BgHLnKZiXlMtWCZTVBOM5cvfeXoJAAoerYMF7fEamgH3ZU-uNIKwOPYvCohnujC-zo4lf3KEsFCgwdYHDMk9KTye4QkuMEQGp7gWvGf6FrjV-XRWcmvFQE/s1600/thefridaysocietycover.jpg" height="320" title="Source: Goodreads" width="211" /></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Set in turn of the century London, </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">The Friday Society</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> follows the stories of three very intelligent and talented young women, all of whom are assistants to powerful men: Cora, lab assistant; Michiko, Japanese fight assistant; and Nellie, magician's assistant. The three young women's lives become inexorably intertwined after a chance meeting at a ball that ends with the discovery of a murdered mystery man.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">It's up to these three, in their own charming but bold way, to solve the murder–and the crimes they believe may be connected to it–without calling </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">too</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"> much attention to themselves.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">Set in the past but with a modern irreverent flare, this Steampunk whodunit introduces three unforgettable and very ladylike–well, relatively ladylike–heroines poised for more dangerous adventures.</span></blockquote>
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Full disclosure: I read this book in a deer stand in 45 degree weather. I sat in that stand, cramping up, freezing, hoping a deer would find its way into my patch so I could actually leave the stand before dark fell, but as luck would have it, I spent those 4 hours reading <i>The Friday Society</i> and I'm actually glad I didn't get to shoot anything.<br />
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Because guys, this book was awesome. Normally I don't automatically pick up "steampunk" type novels. But lately I've taken to them like a labrador to tennis balls. I can't get enough. It started with <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2891665.Gail_Carriger" target="_blank">Gail Carriger</a>'s YA Finishing School series (<i>Etiquette & Espionage</i> and <i>Curtsies & Conspiracies</i>). Then I had to buy her <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/series/46888-parasol-protectorate" target="_blank">Parasol Protectorate series</a> just because I enjoyed her writing OH SO MUCH. (Haven't read this series yet, but it's sitting pretty in my Kindle app.)<br />
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As you folks no doubt can guess and might already know, I have a book purchasing problem, which is where I return to the topic of this post and a recent impulse buy on an "innocent" trip through BAM!: <i>The Friday Society.</i><br />
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The intertwined tale(s) of Cora, Michiko, and Nellie in an alternate version of London, where anything is possible when ingenuity is involved. These girls start off unknown to one another, but as the story progresses, they are inextricably brought together in order to solve crime and save London from nefarious ne'er-do-wells.<br />
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Kress writes strong female characters but does not create a world in which their actions do not have consequences. I always find it hard to believe when everything in a novel goes perfectly; I expect consequences. And in <i>The Friday Society</i>, there are just enough to make the antics of the girls believable without overwhelming the humor that Kress weaves into the story.<br />
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While I'm fairly new to the steampunk reviewing world, I have come to expect that books of this type must naturally contain a peculiar, wry humor, which infiltrates the dialogue and actions of the characters. I like it. It's witty. And I love witty. Therefore, if you, like me, like witty characters with pithy and quippy dialogue sequences, then you shall like <i>The Friday Society</i> as much, maybe even more than (though I doubt it), I do.<br />
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Final thoughts: <i>The Friday Society</i> is a smashingly excellent example of a book. And if the ending is any indication, I hope to see a sequel pop up sometime in the near future. That would just be delightful.<br />
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<br />Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-30238771741758768912013-12-17T10:33:00.000-06:002023-10-23T13:19:46.677-05:00I Made it to the Surface<a href="http://busyteacher.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/relax-in-grad-school.jpg?w=500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://busyteacher.files.wordpress.com/2012/10/relax-in-grad-school.jpg?w=500" width="320" /></a>Wow, it has been a while since I last posted and checked in with bloggy land. It's like I've been living under a rock or something. Oh wait. I kinda have. It's called grad school. Haha! Meme Boromir is right. I cannot truly recall a moment of relaxation that I've had since August. I didn't even get Thanksgiving off, not really. I had papers to write. And research to do.<br />
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But amidst all of that writing and reading and writing and reading, I did have a very nice first semester. I grew tired of doing critical analyses of books that were written when my great-great-great's were alive and decided to switch my concentration from literature to creative writing!<br />
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I anticipate less stress and more fun, both things I prefer.<br />
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I feel like there was a book related reason as to why I am writing this post...oh wait! I remember. Recently (as in, the day I turned in my last paper, lol) I sat down and started reading for fun! The first book up was the acclaimed second installment in <a href="http://sarahjmaas.com/" target="_blank">Sarah J. Maas</a>'s <i>Throne of Glass</i> series, <i>Crown of Midnight</i>. And guys, it was as awesome as I could have ever hoped for! If you have not read <i>Throne of Glass</i>, then I definitely recommend it. Actually, I think I wrote a review a while back of it. *goes to check archives to provide link* Yep! Totally did! Here's the <a href="http://overyonderlit.blogspot.com/2013/05/review-throne-of-glass.html" target="_blank">link</a>. To quote myself, the series is "<span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Crimson Text'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;">FREAKINGSPECTACULAWESOMESAUCENESS." </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCT68at4njvByos0pcWzkGXqnqC8_1wQwKXTacO8k98xmWPLMCWLKibRrN6BxM2k-O-yTodR2h9jgdCSVNsQBnjWph8Jc8z-1dlEBdp1oJGGY5wa4uunyd0CccMDanKT9JNRiCFahqU0/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCT68at4njvByos0pcWzkGXqnqC8_1wQwKXTacO8k98xmWPLMCWLKibRrN6BxM2k-O-yTodR2h9jgdCSVNsQBnjWph8Jc8z-1dlEBdp1oJGGY5wa4uunyd0CccMDanKT9JNRiCFahqU0/s320/photo.JPG" width="221" /></a>Anyway, <i>Crown of Midnight</i> met and exceeded my expectations. There were twists that I should have seen coming but didn't, and oh so much more. I just love the way Maas writes her characters. They are vibrant and dynamic in a way that makes all the difference in drawing readers into a story of magic and fantasy. And because I'm such a fan, I preordered it and received a signed print of the cover. *shiny*<br />
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But that's not all. I've started The Night Angel trilogy by <a href="http://www.brentweeks.com/" target="_blank">Brent Weeks</a> and I'm already on book two, <i>Shadow's Edge.</i> A coworker suggested the series to me and I have to say, it's pretty great. I love fantasy novels about assassins and magic and kingdoms being overthrown, so if you do too, then this series is definitely for you. So now that I've caught the blogiverse back up on me, it's time for this girl to read book two.<br />
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Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-54753749270486137642013-08-21T22:21:00.004-05:002023-10-23T13:19:48.782-05:00Winner of ARC of The Chaos of Stars! As you all may or may not know, I <a href="http://overyonderlit.blogspot.com/2013/08/3-books-reviews-1-giveaway-chaos-of.html" target="_blank">hosted a giveaway</a> for the past week and a half for an ARC of <i>The Chaos of Stars</i> by Kiersten White. The time has come for me to share it with one lucky individual.<br />
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Yay!!! I hope she enjoys it as much as I did!<br />
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Congratulations, Patrice!<br />
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Don't get discouraged folks. I will have many more ARCs to give away in the future.<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-44831245481935547792013-08-15T21:16:00.000-05:002023-10-23T13:19:47.349-05:00Trailer for V.E. Schwab's VICIOUSOh my goodness. Folks, this trailer is so spine-tinglingly simple that I had to share. Watch it and you'll see what I mean about the spine tingling. I can't even. The gravestones and stone angels. WATCH IT.<br />
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I already knew I was going to have to read Schwab's new book and this trailer just sealed the deal. <i>Vicious</i> is officially added to the Queue Up for Review.Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-32889411345850489722013-08-10T20:20:00.001-05:002023-10-23T13:19:46.837-05:003 Book Reviews, 1 Giveaway: THE CHAOS OF STARS, REBOOT, and SIEGE AND STORM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This blog post is going to be a three-in-one sort of deal, but to reward anyone for reading three reviews (which I hope y’all do because these books are great), I am also giving away an ARC of <i>The Chaos of Stars</i> by Kiersten White. And without further ado, let the reviewing begin! <br />
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<i>The Chaos of Stars</i> <br />
Author: Kiersten White <br />
Publisher: HarperTeen (imprint of HarperCollins Publishers) <br />
Publication Date: September 9, 2013 <br />
Pages: 228 <br />
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I believe in magic. A childhood growing up reading <i>Harry Potter</i> and waving sticks like wands has not been cancelled out by age and the real world. Experience continues to press me further into the embrace of the otherworldly, and perhaps that is why I found <i>The Chaos of Stars</i> to be a breath of fresh air in the realm of mythical books written for teens. <br />
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(Full disclosure: I haven’t read the Percy Jackson series. So no judgies.) <br />
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However, <i>The Chaos of Stars</i> doesn’t feel like those books. It isn’t a series. The danger isn’t some evil figure out to destroy the world. It’s a book about family and the bonds between loved ones (and not so loved ones). <br />
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Isadora may be the daughter of gods but she isn’t powerful; in fact, she’s mortal. This book is less a retelling of myth and more a natural exploration of how myths have adapted to change and now live quiet lives among unsuspecting humans. And it’s fascinating. <br />
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I believed every second of it and that, I think, is the highest praise I can give any book. Just like I believe that my house is hidden by some kind of strange magic from the owls carrying my Hogwarts letter, I believe in the mythology that White has used so well in weaving Isadora’s story. <br />
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<i>Reboot</i> <br />
Author: Amy Tintera <br />
Publisher: HarperTeen <br />
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Pages: 365 <br />
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I did a semi-review a few posts ago, so if I repeat anything, I don’t care. That said, <i>Reboot</i> is everything the author blurbs on the covers say it is. <br />
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“Fast-paced and thrilling—I devoured this book!” –Veronica Rossi (<i>Under the Never Sky</i>) <br />
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“A bone-breaking heroine fights for her life, her love, and what remains of her humanity in this fresh take on a world gone wrong.” –Lissa Price (<i>Starters</i>) <br />
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Wren 178 is a no nonsense character. As a child, she contracted the deadly KDH virus (kind of like a modified zombie virus) and during a supposed break-in was shot three times in the chest and killed along with her parents. Once dead, she rose 178 minutes later as a Reboot. Her role in the world after that became much simpler: follow orders. <br />
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She exists as a tool for the Human Advancement and Repopulation Corporation (HARC) to hunt down criminals and rogue Reboots. Because it took 178 minutes for her to “wake up,” Wren is super fast and super strong. The longer a Reboot is “dead” equals the strength of a Reboot once he or she awakens. I must admit, I find this semi-zombie virus style epidemic and resulting super humans to be a fascinating concept. <br />
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Part of Wren’s job is to train new Reboots, and the narrative really picks up once Wren gets her new trainee: Callum 22. He’s the lowest number she’s ever trained and it is her decision to train him that thrusts her into new territory and propels the Bourne-paced action of the story. I flinched a few times to be honest. Wren 178 really is a “bone-breaking heroine.” <br />
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My only niggling qualm about <i>Reboot</i> is about the pacing near the end. Everything seems to happen all at once, things falling into place miraculously (or so it appeared to me) one after the other. Click, click, click into neat stacks. It’s not a bad ending, but it isn’t a “Wow, would you look at that!” ending either. It’s…adequate, particularly since there will be more to follow. <br />
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Despite that, I can confidently say that I do recommend <i>Reboot</i> and I hope you all read it at some point or another because I have a feeling it might be made into a movie, a la <i>The Hunger Games</i>. Or at the least a TV show. Like I said, the KDH virus premise is just too appealing to pass up. If I were a producer (*cough* Joss Whedon *cough*), I’d snap it up in a heartbeat. <br />
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(*eyes Hollywood*) <br />
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<i>Siege and Storm</i> <br />
Author: Leigh Bardugo <br />
Publisher: Henry Holt and Company <br />
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Pages: 432 <br />
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It doesn’t happen often but I’m at a loss for words. How shall I begin to talk about this second installment in The Grisha Trilogy? Ummm, well, I read it today in about three hours and once I finished I had to wait 30 minutes before I was able to tweet anything comprehensible. <br />
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Sometimes books affect me that way. I squeak when I try to summarize them to people, stumble over the plot points, and wave my hands to try to gesture-describe what my mouth can’t. It’s a strange state, I give you that, but it’s part of who I am. <br />
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<i>Siege and Storm</i> is one of those books, along with any <i>Harry Potter</i>, <i>The Night Circus</i>, and any Shannon Hale novel. There are a few others, but y’all don’t need a comprehensive list of topics that make me tongue-tied. <br />
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If you’re a <i>Shadow and Bone</i> fan but haven’t read <i>Siege and Storm</i>, then let me say this: buy it but don’t read it until the last book, <i>Ruin and Rising,</i> is released because it’s TORTURE having to wait. My brain is leaving claw marks on the inside of my skull because I have to wait until June 5, 2014 to find out what happens next. Just look at the first few <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/14061957-ruin-and-rising" target="_blank">“reviews” on Goodreads</a> and all the GIF sets that I want to use are there. <br />
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Now that I’ve rambled, for, like, ever, I suppose I can actually provide somewhat of a summary/review. Ahem. <br />
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After Alina Starkov escapes the sexy clutches of The Darkling with equally sexy Mal, she tries to put her life back together while on the run. Of course, this can’t last and Alina is forced to assume her role as the Sun Summoner and as the only person in the world who is capable of standing up to the malicious (and handsome) force of The Darkling. There are new perils in this continuation of The Grisha Trilogy and Alina must make some difficult decisions, about power, about love, and about herself. The hunt is on for powerful artifacts and for a resolution to the power struggle in Ravka and the mysterious Fold. Darkness is gaining ground, but can Alina, the conflicted Sun Summoner with a growing cult following, hold back its sway over the land? <br />
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Whew. What a summary. <br />
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I feel like I need to give something away now. Just fill out the Rafflecopter survey below to earn entries and you might just win an ARC of <i>The Chaos of Stars</i>! Yay! It goes without saying that the contest is only viable in the continental U.S. and Canada. Remember, college student=no money. Best of luck guys! <br />
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<script src="//d12vno17mo87cx.cloudfront.net/embed/rafl/cptr.js"></script>Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-38778373120411831262013-08-06T19:39:00.001-05:002023-10-23T13:19:47.278-05:00When Lightning Strikes TwiceWell folks, I was going to post a review of <i>The Chaos of the Stars</i> (plus a giveaway) and a review of <i>Reboot</i>, BUT Mother Nature has decided otherwise. A massive storm just rolled over my house and let us have it with a lightning bolt, which effectively murdered the Internet and our main TV. :( <div><br><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJEGMieoLWFynuQlju075WZlcwAQxWWYd13nm9IvCupE8BgYO4nANs4YwamkUHm2qGHmVP5UF21TkDDMYP5SHc3PKOvi3NMNu7-9jsTp8_KcIWGeTDm1hP92RuAw-DOKg7w0rIZe7OC8/s640/blogger-image-1718942156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOJEGMieoLWFynuQlju075WZlcwAQxWWYd13nm9IvCupE8BgYO4nANs4YwamkUHm2qGHmVP5UF21TkDDMYP5SHc3PKOvi3NMNu7-9jsTp8_KcIWGeTDm1hP92RuAw-DOKg7w0rIZe7OC8/s640/blogger-image-1718942156.jpg"></a></div>Poor tree. </div><div><br></div><div>My Dad's work computer also got fried. This is the second time this has happened since we've lived in this house, and we were kind of hoping it wouldn't happen more than the once. Alas, we were wrong. As a result, I'm writing this post on my phone, fighting with autocorrect the entire way. Yay! </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqywE6EMckKmLTt_ZMhXbCWu-GJ8kCyEliDZZm3F1RvgqulSD7470HD6Iz9liApyRzKka-04lBbkpRVEuV89bokMSL65nVxqKl0LnnJAqrxQGCF3mb7Cyt_i5dJoeN5g9Gg681n4O6DpA/s640/blogger-image--1534134968.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqywE6EMckKmLTt_ZMhXbCWu-GJ8kCyEliDZZm3F1RvgqulSD7470HD6Iz9liApyRzKka-04lBbkpRVEuV89bokMSL65nVxqKl0LnnJAqrxQGCF3mb7Cyt_i5dJoeN5g9Gg681n4O6DpA/s640/blogger-image--1534134968.jpg"></a></div>This was an electric fence box buuuut now it's kinda exploded. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXR0iaHcjLm6xDC5TwCzPJYI2XSdkU6j_RsEKQEvYYZRCfDFVoBHQoN-0d4SNcGUb1hY5KMvqa0L9AoXm9eVDFFeJzvCZX0F_SiyMqZQqwr9wZbN8KiZRsk15OY9hSFhJTIVkM_Hx5p4/s640/blogger-image--1955462368.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyXR0iaHcjLm6xDC5TwCzPJYI2XSdkU6j_RsEKQEvYYZRCfDFVoBHQoN-0d4SNcGUb1hY5KMvqa0L9AoXm9eVDFFeJzvCZX0F_SiyMqZQqwr9wZbN8KiZRsk15OY9hSFhJTIVkM_Hx5p4/s640/blogger-image--1955462368.jpg"></a></div>All its parts now lie on the ground. </div><div><br></div><div>Hopefully the Internet will be back up tomorrow, but who knows. Last time it took a while, and now we're about to be in for a whole night of Mother Nature channeling Sean William Scott from The Rundown. "You want some Thunder? How about some lightning?!"</div></div><div><br></div><div>So look for more posts later this week, I guess. </div><div><br></div><div>Until next time... </div>Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-63628885447937103312013-07-31T14:09:00.002-05:002023-10-23T13:19:49.090-05:00What's Up Wednesday: The Chaos of Stars, an orangutan, and Radioactive<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This will be the first time I've participated in <a href="http://www.jaime-morrow.com/p/whats-up-wednesday.html" target="_blank">What's Up Wednesday</a>, a weekly meme hosted by <a href="http://www.jaime-morrow.com/" target="_blank">Jaime Morrow </a>and <a href="http://erinlfunk.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Erin L. Funk</a>, and I'm delighted to join. Lovely ladies both.<br />
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<b>What I've Been Reading: </b><br />
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Well, most recently I just finished an ARC of <i>The Chaos of Stars</i> by Kiersten White. (I'll be giving it away in August.) I wasn't sure what to expect when I picked it up other than my initial infatuation with the simple yet beautiful cover, but the first line grabbed me right away and off I zoomed to a world of mythical beings and ancient gods.<br />
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<i>The Chaos of Stars</i> is not like other mythological based YA lit I've read. It's not a retelling in any sense, but rather a continuation, and it makes sense to me that these characters and the events that unfold could happen if those myths were real and the gods still roamed the earth, hidden in plain sight.<br />
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The MC, Isadora, is the daughter of the Egyptian gods Isis and Osiris--but there's a catch: she's human. Because of that, Isadora has all kinds of typical teenage daughter issues with her parents, but on a scale that is quite beyond that of the "typical teenager."<br />
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To me, the book read as a testament to the trials inherent in any family and the ultimate love that parents have for their children despite their differences. Although I'm happy to report that my family doesn't have any of the murder or betrayal that Isadora's immortal family does.<br />
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At the moment I am reading <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13517455-reboot" target="_blank">Reboot</a></i> by Amy Tintera and enjoying it. It's too early for me to tell what will happen but I have a sneaking suspicion there will be romance and some butt-kicking action. The blurb on the back of the cover reminds me of <i>Divergent</i> and the ARC I recently <a href="http://overyonderlit.blogspot.com/2013/07/happy-book-birthday-to-kelsey-sutton.html" target="_blank">gave away and reviewed</a>, <i>The Brokenhearted</i>.<br />
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Now that I'm a Reboot: I am faster. I am stronger. I heal quickly. I don't cry. I follow orders. Until now. </blockquote>
Intriguing, no? I thought so. I have a cache of other books (YA or otherwise) just waiting to be read and reviewed or given away, and to be honest, it is quite overwhelming. I've taken to splitting them up and putting them on separate shelves so I don't get the figurative stink-eye from more than a few at time, depending on which direction I'm looking. Is it bad that I give my books personification? Because sometimes I think they really do have personalities.<br />
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<b>What I'm Writing:</b><br />
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Not to bore y'all, but I haven't been writing anything fictional this summer. I've actually been doing more research (Yuck! Help! Research!) into the characterization of animals and their "uses" in fictional works as either vehicles for ideas or balances for the bad qualities of a main character. I am doing this research in hopes of writing a more detailed paper on the relationship of Forrest Gump to the orangutan Sue, in the novel.<br />
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When I wrote my thesis, I focused on this relationship for about ten pages but all of my committee members (who are doctors of English, so I have to believe them, don't I?) said that that section was their favorite and suggested I develop it further. In all honesty, I, too, thought I made good points and considered it my favorite area as well, but since I was trying my hardest to sell them on the awesomeness of my <b>entire</b> thesis, I brushed the idea under the rug. I wanted to pass, after all.<br />
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Now that it's summer and graduate school is looming ever closer, I have decided to take the idea off of the back burner. So there you have it. What I've been writing. Or in this case, pre-writing, since I'm mostly doing research.<br />
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And as I type this I have a document open to one of my old WIPs, re-reading it and cringing at some of my descriptions. Goodness, it could use some TLC.<br />
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Working. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but I work (worked, now) at the Education department of my university and I was basically a lab fixture for two years. This summer was my last semester in that lab assistant position for one of my favorite classes ever (<a href="http://edm310.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">EDM310</a>, check it out, Dr. Strange is awesome). Now that it's over, I'm a little depressed. I'm going to miss that job.<br />
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Starting in August I will be working in the Writing Center as part of my GA position, but a part of my heart will always be in EDM310.<br />
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Let's see...what else. I've moved into a new apartment and this time I have a roommate. I love her though so I don't foresee any issues. We met in EDM310 as coworkers and she jokes that since because I and the a few others have graduated and she is still working there that she might pay me to read some of her assignments because she'll have so many to do. Ha!<br />
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<b>What Inspires Me Right Now:</b><br />
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I've been on a YouTube kick for the past two weeks. If you haven't seen Lindsey Stirling and Pentatonix's new video cover of Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, then please watch it right now. I'll wait. I've even embedded it for your viewing ease.
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Now, go watch all of the videos related to this one and you'll see what I've been inspired by lately. Oh this song makes my skin tingle and soul squirm. I can feel it inside me, oozing out of my pores to the soaring violin and beats.<br />
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Until next time...Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-63494585316727855182013-07-17T11:58:00.001-05:002023-10-23T13:19:49.019-05:00Confusion: Some Quiet Place Blog Tour<div style="text-align: center;">
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He isn't mentioned directly but his presence is felt throughout <i>Some Quiet Place.</i> Confusion is an Emotion that we all feel nearly every day. Therefore, his physical presence isn't exactly needed in order to feel confused. Due to his nature, Confusion is a wanderer, rarely in one place for long, because as we know, confusion fades as quickly as it arises.<br />
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He is passingly referenced here:<br />
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When I found out that Confusion would be my topic for Kelsey's blog tour, I felt like it was entirely appropriate, not only for this blog but for myself as well. I'm always befuddled over one thing or another. Confusion and I are great pals.</div>
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I hope y'all have enjoyed your stop on the <i>Some Quiet Place </i>Blog Tour hosted by Gabriella at <a href="http://themodpodgebookshelf.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">The Mod Podge Bookshelf</a>! </div>
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<br />Bailey Hammondhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12438805090275443619noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4260427758211395014.post-543322292255382732013-07-08T15:07:00.001-05:002023-10-23T13:19:45.680-05:00Happy Book Birthday to Kelsey Sutton!!! + Review of THE BROKENHEARTED<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4quCMsLdISDiupqMuwpCrw7tQCIE_GX2H97Cz8Jy5RPVqqYyxnCxqAHXpX8P7BUSUsu1OHr0My5khMakUUQ6M1XYuDGQyxTCZ5WnS3jM_b0fOr84bS106pdzQtqNDb94kb1LQRKGlAz0/s1600/15710557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4quCMsLdISDiupqMuwpCrw7tQCIE_GX2H97Cz8Jy5RPVqqYyxnCxqAHXpX8P7BUSUsu1OHr0My5khMakUUQ6M1XYuDGQyxTCZ5WnS3jM_b0fOr84bS106pdzQtqNDb94kb1LQRKGlAz0/s320/15710557.jpg" width="207"></a>A happiest of book birthdays to my friend <a href="https://twitter.com/KelseyJSutton" target="_blank">Kelsey Sutton </a>and her debut novel <i>Some Quiet Place!</i> Coming up soon there will be a guest post from Kelsey (July 17) and I'm so excited to see what she will have for us! I know it has something to do with Emotions and if you haven't read <i>Some Quiet Place</i> yet you definitely should! A few posts ago I participated in the <a href="http://overyonderlit.blogspot.com/2012/11/cover-reveal-for-some-quiet-place.html" target="_blank">cover reveal</a> for SQP and I'm thrilled to also be in the blog tour this month that Gabriella is hosting at the <a href="http://themodpodgebookshelf.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Modgepodge Bookshelf</a>! She created a lovely blog tour button that I just have to share now even though it's not my "turn" in the tour.<br>
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Anyway, I feel like it's time for me to get to the second part of this post, which is a short review of an ARC of <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/14498145-the-brokenhearted" target="_blank">The Brokenhearted</a></i> by <a href="http://www.ameliakahaney.com/" target="_blank">Amelia Kahaney</a>. I snagged this ARC from my local independent bookstore (along with three others, so expect reviews of those as well) and I plan to give it away as a part of this post. Appropriate, I think, considering it's SQP's birthday.<br>
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Here are the specs for <i>The Brokenhearted</i>:<br>
Pub Date: Oct 8, 2013<br>
Publisher: HarperTeen<br>
Hardcover, 320 pages<br>
ISBN: 0062230921<br>
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Anthem Fleet is the ultimate society girl or at least she should be. Her father--a real estate tycoon--is fabulously wealthy and powerful and her mother is a beauty queen turned socialite. They have it all, the penthouse, the cars, the perfect straight-A ballerina daughter. Until Anthem makes a series of decisions that change her life forever and propel her into a role she had not practiced for her entire life, but one that she chooses to accept regardless.<br>
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The setting is Bedlam City, a novelistic place reminiscent of Gotham, and I think it's meant to evoke that same darker urban feeling that the most recent Batman films have captured so perfectly. There are slums--South Side--where criminals of the Syndicate deal in drugs, guns, theft, and body parts for those willing to undergo surgery in the most disreputable of places.<br>
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Initially, I found The Brokenhearted to be a bit slow, but once I grew accustomed to the world and the pace picked up, I couldn't put it down. Much like the cover says, once Anthem's "heart stopped" her "life started" and so did the action in the novel. From simply looking at the cover, one might assume that this book is of the steampunk genre, but in my humble opinion, I don't think I'd classify it as such. There are more elements of the superhero type of narrative particularly with regards to Batman-esque type of social avenger, but I suppose you'll have to read it to find out.<br>
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To help one lucky reader towards that goal, I will be giving this ARC away! Fill out the Rafflecopter entries below and cross your fingers!
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