Book Review – Novices by KM Herkes

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This is my second KM Herkes read, and I’m just about to delve into “Controlled Descent” involving the two characters in this book, Carl and Eddie. I really, really enjoyed this. The pacing is perfect, lots of worldbuilding and creation without being heavy handed. As with KM’s other works, she creates a fantastical world but paints it with a fine point brush instead of a spray painter. We’re brought into it as if it’s normalcy, as if it’s our own world and in that way we can live deeper in it. The story really picks up pace and keeps the reader turning the page, wanting more.

The world KM creates is not a perfect one, and it’s not supposed to be. Prejudices run high and it’s a slice of life of our own world, only put under a microscope. It’s a world of divisive lives, of fractured countries, and that’s what the Restoration is all about. I’m excited to get into the rest of this world, as I’ve already loved and lived in the “Extraordinary” world of KM’s other books. This story gave me a slice of life look into Carl and Eddie, and it has me wanting more. As a first foray into the Restoration, this is a great intro. I’d also think that those more familiar with the lives of Carl and Eddie will enjoy this pre-story of the two heroes as teenagers.

And now. I MUST READ Controlled Descent. It’s a moral imperative.

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New Review of the Dry Land Audio on Amazon and Audible from Cassandra S.

4.0 out of 5 stars A solid 4 STARS, June 23, 2015
This review is from: Dry Land (Kindle Edition)
*I received this in exchange for an honest review
This type of book was sort of new for me…the Artificial Intelligence/Robotic type of character, but I found that I enjoyed it. Having some of the characters having that type of characteristics, thrown in with regular humans, and trying to find a way of expansion for Earth on the Moon. Now we all know that the Moon is so extremely important to the balance of the oceans, but obviously not all of the characters take this into consideration in this book.
It was an enjoyable book with a new look on things. The narrator did well and had great accents. I would definitely recommend this book to others and give it a solid 4 STARS.

Trigger Warning: Zombies

And no, I’m not talking the Walking Dead type of zombie, but I’ll get to that in a minute.

I once did some writing on another blogging site as a hobby. I loved putting my words and ideas and thoughts out there for free, my only payment being the feedback I got from various readers and other writers.

Now, some of the writing I did was a little, let me say, violent. Rough. Not in any sort of prurient manner for violence’s own sake, but to move the story. And sometimes in that feedback I would get, I would also get complaints about elements of the writing being “triggering.”

For those unfamiliar, the concept of “triggering” is that there is something in the story or the writing that would, as it says, “trigger” another’s illness or high emotions. And it is expected that if a writer presents a “triggering” situation in his or her writing, that said writer would include in the header of the story a single or often a long series of “trigger warnings.” Trigger warnings can be such as “TW: suicide,” or “TW: blood” or “TW: fight scenes” or “TW: gore.”  As I wrote more and more on that other site, I accepted the criticism. In bits of work after that I happily included such warnings, as many as I could, as they were appropriate (or not appropriate).

And so I was thinking of these triggers and trigger warnings in the car last night. I don’t think I have ever, once seen a trigger warning posted on the front of a novel or a book in the library or at the book store. I have never seen such warnings on Amazon. Yes, some warnings are included for films via the rating systems, but these are not specific. You don’t go to The Hunger Games and expect to see “TW: gore” or  “TW: children murdering each other” splashed up on the big screen before the credits begin to roll.

I don’t ever remember being warned of the issue of suicide before I read “The Bell Jar,” or “Romeo and Juliet.” I don’t ever remember being warned about the question of gang warfare or murder in “Lord of the Flies” or rape in Diana Gabaldon’s novels, or the issues of teenage death in “A Separate Peace.” I know there are better examples out there of things that can be triggering to a person in mainstream works, but those are the ones that I can think of at the moment.

But those are things that bring out high emotion in me. They give me the oogies, sometimes to the extreme that I need to set the book down and do something else for a while. I can say, then, that I have read many things that have “triggered” me (using the term very loosely) in one way or the other. Sometimes to the point of anger. Sometimes to the point of curling up in a little ball on my bed and crying my eyes out. Sometimes to the point of not feeling safe within my own skin for a while.

But…

Isn’t that the whole point of art?

Isn’t it the whole point of a piece of written work, or visual art, or music to make us FEEL?

My youngest son is autistic. He LOVES listening to what he calls “sad music.” Why? Because it makes him cry. It makes him feel SOMETHING. We don’t often let him do it, but sometimes he says “mom, I need some sad music.” Not because he’s sad, but because it triggers him. It brings about something inside of him that changes the humdrum, everyday, normative way he feels.

And that is a good thing.

So, now to the point of zombies.

I saw this film a while back, a Jim Jarmusch piece called Only Lovers Left Alive. It’s not heavy on plot, in fact, there’s really no plot at all. What it is heavy on is the commentary on this very issue.

In the film, Adam is a vampire. He’s old. Very old. He’s your typical or not-so-typical Byronic hero. Dark and brooding with a sense of self-entitlement. He is also, as one character puts it, a “suicidally romantic scoundrel.” Suicidal being the key word.

Why is he suicidal do you ask? Why does he ask his human friend to get him a bullet made out of the hardest wood he can find? Why does he load the bullet in the gun and consider shooting himself in the heart? What’s his explanation?

He’s tired of the zombies.

“Zombies” is Adam’s term for humans. And the problem Adam sees with the humans, the problem that drives him to no longer wish to live, is that the zombies are “afraid of their imaginations.” Zombies do eat brains, too, in a way. According to Adam, they consume and destroy imagination, creativity, scientific progress and beauty. They yell and scream and demand control over the art and imagination of others at the same time they decry the censorship of their own prized work. Adam laments how the zombies have ruined science and suppressed leaps forward in art, and how they have, in a figurative sense, eaten the brains of the men and women who dared to think and move science and art forward.

And is that, I wonder, the key here?

At the same time some are fighting the good fights for social justice online, are they, perhaps, also seeking to censor the work of others by demanding that every piece posted or offered carry warnings — warnings against simple things that make them feel (just feel, not necessarily react in a PTSD sense)? Warnings against bits of the writing that will throw them for an emotional loop for a time and carry them temporarily to a different headspace, a different place and a different time?

Some may ask, then: Why don’t we want to feel anymore? Why don’t we want to experience every aspect of life through the writing of others? Why do we complain when a work of art or a work of literature does for us exactly what it is designed to do? Why do we complain in a review on Amazon when an otherwise brilliant and craftily written piece has a few swear words, or a touch of graphic detail, or sex scenes, especially if those elements lend to the overall strong atmosphere or verisimilitude of the story?

Are we zombies? Do we not want to feel? Are we afraid of our own imaginations?

Others may ask, on the other hand: Are we over-preoccupied with our own feelings? Are we expecting others to constantly vet out our own emotions? Are we so paranoid and afraid of giving offense? Must we restrict and bubble wrap everything? Does our seeking to require the world to give notice to our frailties help us to overcome them?

Some may say: Are the trigger warnings themselves, perhaps, triggering? Do they truly deter someone from reading a piece, or do they present a prurient temptation to delve further into the dangerous territory?

I wonder.

I don’t criticize. I simply — wonder. I know the subject’s a touchy one.

With all this being said, I see both sides. I absolutely positively and completely understand and respect how a person, for example, who is struggling with illness such as PTSD or a violent past or a past event would not want it brought up again in what they read or see, and warnings may be vital for such things.

So don’t yell at me in the comments, okay?. 🙂 I’m here to neither bury Caesar nor to praise him. Just thinking, that’s all. Ruminating.

I understand, too, that if a piece has characters or dialogue or opinions that may be slurring to certain groups — that there should be some sort of warning against it. Warnings allow for mental preparation, and allow for a person to decide whether they want to continue reading a piece online, especially something new where there is no feedback or no discussion hinting at such things down the line.

But I was once criticized for not placing a trigger warning on a story where there was character death… a rather peaceful, non-violent death, actually, but a death nonetheless.

So. How does this work, then, really?

I know the need for these warnings in some communities, but where does the line get drawn? Is this practice restricted to online communities only, or are we going to start seeing authors include a list of potentially triggering things on the frontispiece of their books? What, exactly then, do we list as triggering? If someone in the story cuts their finger and sucks on the wound do we list “blood sucking” as a trigger? I know that’s a silly example, but really. I don’t know.

But again, I never see those warnings on published books or in film reviews, ever. I’m honestly not sure how to handle those situations and I am sure each individual person has a method to screen what they see and hear and read.

Again, I’m not critical. Warnings are a necessity. But to what extent? Is it enough to warn a person with PTSD against a violent plot? Or are we, as writers, going to be expected to warn against things that could be simply emotionally difficult for the average person, which again, is the whole point of our art?

I just don’t know.

Book Review – “Extraordinary” by K.M. Herkes

***** – 5 Stars

Extraordinary was the first short story I read by K.M. Herkes and I’ve since read more. There are even more of her novels and stories on my Kindle that I still need to read, and believe me, I intend to.

In all fairness, I’ll state that K.M. provided me with an advance copy to read in exchange for my honest review. But, if my statement that “I’ve since read more” says anything, it’s that I am enamored of her writing.

Extraordinary was, for me, a jump back into the short story format I loved when I was growing up, studying literature in school. You don’t see too many authors these days delve into this format, and I think that it’s making a comeback. And with the wave of this comeback, K.M. Herkes should be at the forefront.

As for this story, it brought me right in to this fantastical world. Dropped me in and left me to explore and integrate. I like that. I don’t like to be hand-held when I read. I like to experience the world and adventure for myself. Create my own gestalt. This story does just that for me.

Extraordinary lies in world where, by happenstance and kismet and genetic chance, people either remain human for their entire lives, or if they have the “R-factor,” they transform over time into what can only be described as monsters. And these monsters aren’t caged, they roam the streets, have jobs, have frank discussions with their friends, drink beer, and do all the normal, everyday things that people do. And with this story, the very idea of the R-factor becomes, in a very good way, everyday.

It’s like… it’s the way life is, and as you read you quickly understand and accept it, you accept this wild crazy fantastical world (even if you’re scratching your head at it a little, but I didn’t mind that), and find yourself living, in a sense, in that world. Characters are tightly and indelibly defined within a few sentences, and not by the way they’re described, but by what they say and what they do.

The dialogue is free flowing and natural, and again, this world is painted around you as you read. The story is vivid and bright and cinematic yet efficient. The action… and yes there is a great deal of action, is fast-paced, conflagrating, and stirring. You have to resist the temptation to speed up your reading to know how it ends (even though you know in your heart what has to come).

You want to savor this one.

Extraordinary packs a massive punch in a small package. You’ll find yourself glued to your kindle and you won’t want to put it down until you’re finished reading this. And then you’ll want to grab another. And another.

Purchase “Extraordinary” on Amazon.com HERE

The Slings and Arrows of Outrageous Writing – and Composting

I call my writing style outrageous…

… wait.

Change that.  I call my working style outrageous.

I don’t write outrageously.  The words that come out onto the screen from my keyboard are not bizarre or out of this world or strange. It’s the way they come out that I think, I wonder, is different than other writers.

Or maybe not so different, but it is what it is.

I belong to a group on Facebook called “The Dragon’s Rocketship,” which is a wonderful, warm, welcoming place for those who write fantasy or science fiction. That group is also home to a number of talented writers, some who write the most brilliant original material and very prolifically. They are fully and deeply engaged in the process of writing all the time.

Every day.

I get so much inspiration and entertainment and joy from the snippets of their writing that they post – the previews, the “look at what I wrote today” bits. It’s like having a deep insight into the mind of some of my new favorite writers. It’s a joy and a blessing.

Yet, it’s a curse.

For you see I’m not writing every day. At least, I’m not writing something that’s ever going to be published. I’m not working on the sequel of Dry Land (although I tried to but nothing worked) or the next book that I plan on putting out there on Amazon or sending to an agent. I don’t even have a solid idea, really. Scratch that. I have some ideas. Had some as recently as yesterday. I always have ideas. I just don’t have one that I really want to write.

And that’s the key for me. Want.

With Dry Land, I visited the Kennedy Space Center and a few weeks later the idea for the book hit me full on like a ton of bricks. Right between the eyes. Slapped me across the mouth. All those phrases and cliches that describe when an idea grabs hold of your brain, and buries itself deep inside. It’s happened with other things I’ve written of a more fan fiction type of venue. And it’s a wonderful, wonderful thing when it does.

But it hasn’t happened since Dry Land.

I wish I had the impetus to just sit down and write. But to do so for me feels like a chore. It feels like I’m writing empty, hollow. I need to be passionate about a story. I need to have something that I can’t help but think about as I’m trying to sleep at night, or when I just wake up in the morning. I need to have something that invades my mind as I drive to work or back home. I need to WANT. I need… to need. I need that drive. That shove. That kick in the pants to write. To get the story that’s taking over my brain out of my brain.

If I don’t have that, to me, what I do write feels forced. Contrived.

So, if you ask me why I’m not writing my next book yet, that’s why. I don’t currently have anything new that’s given me drive to write it. No new character is currently screaming in my head to make me give him life in a book. No character is feeding me bits of dialogue. No scene is being impressed deeply into my mind.

And that’s okay.

A friend of mine just affirmed that for me. She likened my (and her) writing process to a compost pile (ewwww! I know). Right now, my compost is well… composting. It’s brewing and breaking down and settling in, thoughts mixing with experiences, mushing together with ideas and fermenting with inspiration. And one of these days, my mind will take a pitchfork, turn it over and it’ll be a mass of filthy, fly-ridden, stinking… erm. Wrong metaphor.

It’ll be a supply of fertile soil in which to plant my next book. But it needs time.

So, if my working style in writing is odd or outrageous, then it’s okay with me. I’ll be happy to sit back and watch my writer friends dig through their own piles and be joyous at how beautifully the seeds sprout life. Until mine is ready.

Black Belt Writers

As I’m sitting here, two and a half hours away from my brown-stripe belt test, I got to thinking. Which is an odd and dangerous thing, me thinking. But I did it anyway.

In the American TKD school I attend, the brown-stripe belt is the last bastion before the coveted and hard-earned black. Now, we are taught, most carefully, that black belt is not the end of the martial arts journey. It’s really, only the beginning. I watch the black belt “masters” class on the floor before my adult class on Tuesday nights, and I marvel at the unfamiliar, difficult-looking katas and self defenses and weapons work they do.

But then, I also think back to when I was a white belt, just starting out, just learning the first few moves of the form “Journey,” and watching the red and brown belts pull off the “Matrix” kata with seeming ease.

But now I’m testing on “Matrix” today, along with three other katas, including “Journey.” And I know now it absolutely wasn’t easy. Not easy at all. Fun yes, but a lot of hard work. It’s been a long trip, but the road ahead is much longer.

That all being said, I think now about writing and publishing. It may seem to some, it did to me, that the publication of a book, whether via the traditional way or via the self-publication route, was akin to the black belt of the writing game. Sitting in the desk chair of a new author, just starting out with the proverbial “…Once upon a time…” is likened to learning that first front stance and double middle block in “Journey.” Starting out a new novel… it’s like sitting on the sidelines and watching black belt authors on the floor of a masters class as they spin and kick and jump through their double digit glowing reviews and high sales.

Publication, it may seem, is the end all be all of getting the story out of the head and onto paper (or into Scribd or Word), getting it through the editors, beyond the agents, past the publishers, and finally, out there on Amazon, the Barnes and Noble bookshelves, or the local libraries.

But, like the earning of the black belt, publication is not the finish. It’s only the kickoff.

Having your book published is only the start of a massive learning curve, a period of smile and cry, test and try, discard what doesn’t work, and keep what doesn’t. It’s a period of going back and cringing at that bit of editing you still don’t like. It’s reading others’ works and dripping with jealousy over their fine, fine prose. It’s learning to take the good with the bad, the harsh, strange reviews with the glorious praise. It’s learning to press the flesh, virtually and in reality, to get your book out there, to get it sold (or given away) to get it to eyes that will see the words and minds to give the words the gestalt of life.

Which is really, what every author wants – their blood sweat and tears driven story to be on display, to live in the mind and heart of another. Quite like what every black belt wants – their years of hard work, their integrity, discipline, and honor displayed for all to see on that strip of stitched canvas around their waist.

I’m excited about my test today. I know it’ll be hard, the entire process of getting to where I am was a long, hard, wonderful road. It’s not black belt yet but it’s close. But again, I know, it’s not the end. There’s so much more out there, and I can’t wait to learn it.

Edited to add: I did pass my brown-stripe belt test. And like the rest of my journey, the test was difficult, but fun. Black is next. Bring it on. I’m ready to kick the door down. I say the same about my writing and publication of my book. What comes with that too… bring it on.