Killing Rutland

I have a confession: I love shrieking Shakespeare.  And I think there are not enough opportunities to do this.  I have had some good moments of very loud Shakespeare because I was very lucky in high school to be part of Shakespeare Society.  Many of my best memories in high school involve Mr. Shakespeare in some way.  🙂

I took an Experimental Fiction class in college, and decided to write a rather tongue-in-cheek story about my experiences with Shakespeare Society, and especially one favorite scene I enjoyed performing.  Because it was an experimental class, I wrote it in iambic pentameter–with footnotes!

I’m not sure how easy it’s going to be to handle footnotes on a blog, but…well, if it’s good enough for Robin McKinley, it’s worth a shot, right?  Sorry if you have to scroll up and down a lot!

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Killing Rutland

Have you ever shrieked out “Plantagenet”[1]

To the unhearing skies[2] stretching above?

I have because I am[3] a proud member

In my high school’s Shakespeare Society.[4]

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A Bit of Humor at the Opera

It’s Friday, and I thought I’d share a little more fiction from my Phantom of the Opera novel.  This is a fun scene with the managers of the Paris Opera House, Andre and Firmin.  Context: this is a while after the usual story, but all you really need to know is that, with the Vicomte de Chagny fled in the night, the Opera has a new patroness who has thoroughly taken over.  Her nickname is Madame Laissez Faire–Lady Let It Be–because she doesn’t let anythng be.  She’s determined to wage war against the Phantom.  Meanwhile, Meg Giry and Erik (the Phantom) have become friends, though he’s still mourning Christine’s leaving, and is endlessly solemn.  But not above the occasional trick all the same.

One other note: this is mostly based on Webber, but I tried to work in at least one nod to every version of the Phantom I was familiar with.  This scene has my nod to Terry Pratchett’s brilliant parody, Maskerade.

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The first thing the managers did, as they did most mornings, was to go to their office, which for a rarity was empty of their patroness.  It was also empty of everything else.

André and Firmin stood in the open doorway and stared at the empty room.  There was no desk.  No cabinets.  No files or books.  Even the half-eaten sandwich Firmin had left behind the evening before had vanished.  There was, in fact, only one item in the entire room: a single scrap of paper lying on the bare floorboards (even the rug had gone) in the precise center of the room, held in place by a single nail driven into the ground.

Merde,” Andre muttered, as Firmin entered the room and yanked up the note from the floor.  He brought the note back to the doorway and they read it together.  It was very brief.

If you can invade my private domain, I see no reason why I can’t invade yours.

The Phantom

André groaned.  “He knows we were in the labyrinth.  I knew that was a bad idea.”

“What are we going to do?  This is bad, all our records and papers and…”  Firmin trailed off with a sudden thought.  “I left my favorite coat here last night.  He stole my favorite coat!”

“That red one?”

Firmin nodded vigorous assent.

André shrugged.  “Just as well.  It made you look like a turkey.”

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A Writing Lesson from Barry Manilow’s “Mandy”

As you learned from my recent review of 15 Minutes, I’m a Barry Manilow fan.  Much as I love 15 Minutes, one thing I thought it was missing was a really good “loved her and lost her” song at the climax of the story arc–and I commented that it’s not as though Barry doesn’t have plenty of songs like that to choose from.

That got me wondering about just how many he does have.  And in the process, I think I discovered a great example of a good lesson in writing.

I don’t have access to every Barry Manilow song, so I can’t give you a definitive answer, but I can tell you how many I have.  I have about 170 songs sung by Barry Manilow, probably around 140 of them original. I went through my collection to pull out all the “loved and lost” songs, using a fairly strict criteria.  Essentially: the storyline of the song is that two people were at some point happily in love; somehow things went awry, and now the singer is singing from a perspective of still loving a girl he has lost.

And the total count: thirty-eight songs.  That’s about 20% of my total Barry Manilow collection.

Of course there’s an obvious gibe here that Barry only ever sings one kind of song (which isn’t even true–after all, I have over 130 songs with a different storyline) but the point I actually want to make is how impressed I am by this–because that’s thirty-eight very different songs, all playing off of the same essential story.  I don’t know whether to compliment Barry or his lyricist, but either way–I am impressed.

Somewhere I read that there are no new stories.  It’s also been said that there are really only seven stories in the world.  So what’s the lesson for a writer, looking for something original?  It’s all in what you do with the story–how you interpret it–how you can put a different angle on it.

Let’s look at some of those “loved and lost” songs, and all the different angles.  There is, of course, the classic, “Mandy.”  Mandy used to be there for him, he got “caught up in a world of uphill climbing,” sent her away and now he realizes “I need you today, oh Mandy.”  A straight-forward tale of regret, loneliness and lost love.

Sometimes the singer has found someone new, but “Even Now” yearns for the girl he used to have.   Possibly he sought out this second girl in the interest of being “Lonely Together,” but I think she ought to pay some attention to “If I Should Love Again,” with its dreadful lines, “Although I hold her close, and want her now and then, I’ll still be loving you, if I should love again.”

At least one song borders on suicidal, with nothing to do but “Lay Me Down,” while other times there’s confident hope that “Somewhere Down the Road” they’ll be together again.  The romance in “London” apparently ended amicably but still leaves him wistful, while there may be a girl waiting for him “In Some Bar by the Harbor.”

Sometimes we see the romance still falling apart, and might yet be saved.  He feels that “We’re Losing Touch” but suggests, “Let’s Take Some Time to Say Good-bye,” and if she’d just “Talk to Me,” it all might work out.  Especially if he starts playing “The Old Songs.”

You can also find love lost at the holidays.  I have one Barry Manilow Christmas CD, and even there the same theme recurs.  It’s bleak December, but he remembers “When the Meadow Was Blooming” and they were together, and “The Bells of Christmas” are ringing for a past romance.  I also have to make a comment on “I Guess There Ain’t No Santa Claus.”  I don’t technically include this one in my list–the singer is clearly alone and lonely, but I can’t find any indication he was ever in love in the past.  It does, however, contain some real gems of lines, like “Sugar plums in my head, only me in my bed,” and “They sure got it right when they sing ‘Silent Night.'”

Occasionally the focus is on “Where Do I Go From Here?” when “I Don’t Want to Walk Without You,” and in fact, “I Can’t Smile Without You.”  Alas, sometimes, “When Love Is Gone,” all you can do is say, “Good-bye My Love.”

Point made?  🙂 Trust me when I say that this just scratches the surface.  One essential story line.  Thirty-eight songs.  Thirty-eight different angles on one theme.

Some things can get over-done, of course.  I think an awful lot of angles on paranormal teen romance have been explored recently.  But it’s still something to think about.  Writers sometimes beat themselves up looking for a new story–when maybe what they really need is a new angle on an old story.

A Not-So-Charming Prince

I haven’t shared an excerpt from The People the Fairies Forget recently, have I?  I was thinking it would be fun to introduce…well, he would be Cinderella’s Prince, if he ever manages to get the slipper on the right girl.  Prince Roderick was one of my favorite characters to write, and he seems to get strong reactions from people.  One of my friends is quite adamant that she’d like to hit him with a two-by-four.

Context for the scene below: my heroine, Catherine, was mistakenly carried off to the palace when Cinderella’s slipper fit her.  She’s been waiting around for the prince to come see her; he’s just arrived in this scene.  My fairy narrator, Tarragon, is also present, but invisible.

That should fill you in, but check out the People the Fairies Forget category for more background and other excerpts.

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            Prince Roderick looked like everything a prince was supposed to be.  Tall and handsome and young.  He was wearing a multitude of gold braid and a rapturous expression that looked as carefully designed as the braid.  The expression dissolved away into petulance as soon as he saw Catherine.

“But you’re not the right girl,” he complained before she’d even completed a curtsy.

“That’s what I’ve been telling everyone,” Catherine said, looking vindicated.

Roderick turned to the smaller man with him.  “Leonard, she’s not the right one.”

I’d hardly noticed the smaller man when he had walked in with Roderick.  He was a thin man with long-fingered hands and a wisp of mustache.  His clothes and his hair and his eyes were all shades of vague pale brown, so that he almost blended into the background.  “How unfortunate, Your Highness,” he said smoothly.  “I can’t imagine how such a mistake could have occurred.  Clearly we should not have trusted the herald to handle such a delicate matter.”

The prince sighed deeply.  “Why is everyone always wasting my time like this?” Continue reading “A Not-So-Charming Prince”

Return Trip by Bus

After posting my last Fiction Friday about an adventure on Greyhound, I looked back at my writing to see if the rest of the trip felt post-worthy.  Oddly enough, I found that the part about Disneyland was not as interesting as the part about Greyhound (which is not how it felt in experience!)

Don’t get me wrong: I LOVE Disneyland.  Which may be the problem.  I wrote like mad all day, but lots of “Loved this ride” and “That ride was great” and “PIRATES!” does not really lend itself to writing anyone else will find all that interesting.

But the ride home on Greyhound–that had more to offer.  So just take my word for it that it was an amazing time in Disneyland; and then we (the slightly fictionalized “we”) got back on the Greyhound to go home…

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Saturday, 10:50 am

I have definitely been waking up far too early far too often lately.  Up early again today, so as to get dressed, eat breakfast, pack up and get out.

Angela drove us to the Anaheim Greyhound station, which is very tiny.  One little room and a few chairs, just one door instead of numbered gates.  And, saints be praised, they had an intelligible intercom system.  Four Greyhound stations, and only one had announcements that could actually be understood. Continue reading “Return Trip by Bus”