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STAR WARS FOR MY GENERATION OF WOMEN.


One of the biggest shames I can think of is how many women and girls have never
seen Star Wars. I personally believe that movies are culturally significant, if
not outright works of art. Movies, in their own way, can inform people as much
as the very best books. Because of this, I feel like women and girls are missing
out on something extraordinary and important if they never see Star Wars.


I've heard girls complain about the popularity of Star Wars, I've heard them
scoff at it, I've seen them roll their eyes. They treat it like it's the most
juvenile and ridiculous thing ever. Like it's an embarrassing thing their
man-child husband likes. Now, when their dislike for Star Wars is a matter of
taste, that's fine. People are, of course, entitled to their likes and dislikes.
Unfortunately, the vast majority of the time, these women and girls have never
seen the movies at all (or it was so long ago they don't even remember them).


But you know, I don't really blame them. Star Wars was relegated to a movie for
boys and men who grew up watching it as boys. The Star Wars "Dark Ages" of the
late 80's and 90's pretty much removed Star Wars from the collective
consciousness. There were no toys in stores, no movies had been made for years
and years, no video games had been released for a very long time, etc. Even boys
weren't allowed by their peers to be open Star Wars fans. It just wasn't cool,
and it wasn't accepted. I myself was bullied throughout elementary and middle
school for being a fan of Star Wars.


With the Prequel Trilogy's release starting in 1999, the public suddenly
remembered, "Oh yeah, Star Wars was awesome, and it changed everything about
movies, and it kind of helped shape me into who I am today." Everyone smacked
their heads at having forgotten such an important piece of their childhoods and
culture at large. Star Wars started to be cool again (I recently spent two solid
hours playing with my nephews and their Star Wars figures). It's been a Star
Wars Renaissance since then, with the new Trilogy and Anthology movies being
worked on, LEGOs and videogames releasing, toys and collectibles everywhere, and
I'm thrilled beyond belief.


But we still have those women and girls who haven't seen it, and don't want to.
Now, I will make it clear right now that I'm not putting them down, I am not
saying it's their fault. Star Wars wasn't allowed to be a part of a normal
girl's life. It wasn't given the respect it deserved by the people who raised
these girls. And that's a shame.


Still, that was in the past, and these women and girls continue to show disdain
for Star Wars. Trying to get them to watch it is tantamount to shoving rotten
pears down their throats. But something they might not realize is that Star Wars
was a phenomenon for boys AND girls, men AND women. When it came out, it didn't
matter what your gender was, everyone loved it! Look up old photos of fans from
1977 and on, you'll see a crap ton of grown women and girls wearing Star Wars
shirts, lining up to see the movie, etc. It was a gender-spanning movie! It's
only since the 90's that we've made it a movie for boys. Hell, look up Comic Con
cosplay and you'll see more women in Star Wars costumes than you can count.


There’s been a lot of talk about the lack of female roles in Star Wars. And for
good reason. We should always have those kinds of discussions. Star Wars IS a
mythology for everyone, and everyone should feel a part of it. There are
definitely things that could be done better. That being said, Star Wars did some
incredible things for feminism. It featured a tough female protagonist who
didn’t take shit from anyone: Leia had her own blaster and shot dozens of
Stormtroopers with it, she figured things out and saved everyone’s butts
multiple times, and she was one of the head honchoes of the entire Rebellion
throughout. By the end of the third film in the Original Trilogy, we find that
Leia even has the Force, putting her right in line with Darth Vader and Luke!
Girls, these movies are for you! They could have done better with gender
equality, but man, for their time, they were revolutionary. Girls, whether you
like it or not, Star Wars is a part of your history! Give it a chance!


I’m just gonna end on this: the feminist movement is about women bringing
change, it’s about men bringing change. It’s about people ensuring equality for
each other. I’m asking women and girls everywhere to give Star Wars a chance.
Take back the fandom of these movies females used to have. Don’t let marketers
sell it to boys and leave you out. Watch the movies, give them a chance. Look
deeper into the themes and significance of the stories these movies weave. I
promise, if you give them a serious chance, you’ll find you’ve been missing out
on something meaningful. Better late than never. Let’s show everyone that women
and girls love good stories and characters, love action and romance, love drama
and humor. Don’t let people define what you should or shouldn’t like.


As the new movies are made and come out, let’s tell the brass of Disney and
Lucasfilm we want more awesome female characters! We want more toys and
merchandise to fit the desires of both boys AND girls! This is our chance to
make a difference, to carry Star Wars into the rest of our lives, the lives of
our children, and help give them the awe and wonder we all felt ourselves.

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TODAY I OFFICIALLY HIT 50 LBS LOST SINCE MID-MAY.


I was fat as a kid, really skinny as a teen and young adult, slightly overweight
(though quite strong) while working several years ago as a furniture mover, then
fat once again at my current job sitting at a computer all day. 


Gaining weight creeps up on you, you shut your eyes to it, tell yourself you're
fine. Your internal image of yourself tricks your brain into thinking the damage
isn't that bad, that you don't look horribly different than you did a year ago.
You don't step on the scale because you don't want to think about what you've
been doing to yourself when you eat two plates of spaghetti and two cups of milk
for dinner.



Somehow it doesn't matter that you're sleeping terribly, can't jog for more than
ten steps, your self-confidence is crap, or that your father has had multiple
heart attacks and bypass surgeries from a very early age. All that matters is
that donut, that cheeseburger, or all the bacon. (Truly, we're a screwed-up
species.)


I've tried in the past to lose weight. Done little things like eliminate
dessert, go to the gym every once in a while, or cut out any added sugar in my
foods, but nothing has ever done more than make me unhappy. I honestly can't
tell you how, but one day I was suddenly ready to actually make a difference,
and it's all been downhill from there. I downloaded an app to my phone called My
Fitness Pal, basically a calorie tracker that hosts a database with millions of
food items and their nutrition information. It also includes a barcode scanner
so you can scan anything from the real world and immediately find the details.


I haven't exercised much, though my activity has naturally increased as I grow
healthier, and bike rides are not uncommon. My dog Darwin requires walks every
day, so I suppose that has helped. But the big thing, really the only thing, has
been counting calories. When I started, I could have eaten a whopping 3,000
calories a day to maintain my weight (the fact that I was previously
gaining weight speaks to just how much I was actually eating). To start losing
weight, I dropped that daily goal down to 1,960 a day (this was My Fitness Pal's
suggested amount to lose 2 lbs a week). I've since adjusted that to 1,500
calories a day (2.7 lbs loss a week) to remain compatible with my lowering
weight. I've been eating at that new daily goal for about two months now.


I have not limited what I eat, just how much I eat. I have not counted fat or
sugar (though in the interest of full disclosure, seeking lower-calorie foods
naturally leads to lower fat and sugar content). I still eat desserts and bread,
etc. But everything has to fit in that 1,500 calories a day. It's really changed
where I place my priorities. For instance, I'd rather eat a large plate of
paprika spiced rice and pan-seared chicken with zucchini than one little burger
from Arctic Circle. In fact, I can count how many burgers I've eaten in the last
four months on one hand.


As of four and a half months ago, I weighed three hundred (300) pounds.

As of today, I weigh two hundred forty-nine point eight (249.8) pounds.

That's a total of fifty point two (50.2) pounds lost in just about four point
five (4.5) months.

I went from a size forty-four (44) pant and XXL shirts (the extra big kind you
get at Walmart) to a size thirty-eight (38) pant and XL shirts.

(I don't know why I'm writing the numbers like that, just go with it.)



Bottom is most recent, B&W is the oldest.



I've had to buy new sets of clothes, which is exciting and sucks at the same
time. I'm still wearing several shirts that hang on me like a tent due to budget
restrictions.

I can wear my wedding ring again. (Side note, the veins and tendons in my hands
are visible once more.)

My Madrigal hoodie (from my high school choir) fits for the first time in many,
many years.

I can ride my bike for longer than five minutes without getting winded. I can
walk up stairs easily, even jog up them if I'm feeling crazy.

I feel slightly less embarrassed during sex.

BUT.

I have a long way to go. 50.2 pounds is only halfway to my ideal weight of
195-200 lbs. But I'm barreling ahead, and I'm not slowing down for anything
(except maybe Thanksgiving and Christmas).

The truth is, I'm still fat. 249.8 pounds is unhealthy, even at 6 ft 2 in tall.
I still carry the shape of a fat person, though my bulk has mostly disappeared.
My genes unfortunately gave me moobs and love-handles in addition to my gut, and
they insist on sticking around, in shape at least, if not in size. I will most
likely carry them right to the very end of my goal.

I've learned that nothing anyone can say or do will change you. Only you can
make something happen, and only when you're really ready. Here's to avoiding
heart attacks in my mid-30s.

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ANOTHER DEATH IN THE FAMILY.


A couple of weeks ago, my twenty-nine year-old sister-in-law died in her sleep.
My brother-in-law and their nine year-old son were home at the time, playing
video games and napping in the living room. After checking on her for the third
time since going to bed the night before, my brother-in-law found her not
breathing and attempted to perform life-saving measures with emergency
responders on the phone, but were ultimately unsuccessful. When the paramedics
arrived she had been gone much too long, and the only thing they could do was
take her body to the medical examiner. An official of some sort took my
brother-in-law outside, away from her body, and questioned him for two hours to
eliminate the possibility of foul play.

A crisis worker arrived and encouraged my brother-in-law to call her family.
After many attempts to different members he left a voicemail for her grandmother
and received a call back a short while later. The news quickly spread through
her family after that with the grandmother doing the calling. After repeated
encouragement from the crisis worker, my brother-in-law finally called his own
sister, my wife Becky. At this point, I believe just three hours had passed
since she was found.

We were sitting at home; me finishing up a raid in World of Warcraft, Becky
watching TV. As soon as she got the call, we dropped everything and rushed over
to my brother-in-law's house. When we got there, my sister-in-law's mother and
grandmother were there, along with an aunt and a few other people I wasn't sure
about. Someone had taken their son out to Taco Bell for lunch, away from all the
crying and distraught people.

To say I didn't know what to do or say would be an understatement (I imagine my
brother-in-law felt this multiplied by many thousands). I was at a complete loss
for words and actions so I just stood there while Becky hugged and cried with
various people. I've never seen my brother-in-law cry (no one has, really) and
I've never been at ground zero immediately after someone died. We tried to
broach the subject of how events had played out as delicately as possible,
eventually putting the whole picture together as we stood around and talked. No
one felt like sitting down for hours.

Eventually their son returned from Taco Bell, where his aunt had told him his
mother died. He's always been really young for his age, and it obviously hadn't
hit him at all. He was really happy to see us when he came in and laughed at
everyone crying. He continually asked why everyone was sad, and pointed out how
puffy and red their faces was. I don't blame him in the slightest, but it was
really hard and awkward, bordering on offensive at points. I mostly felt
terribly bad for him, especially considering how many people told him his mom
was a spirit now, or an angel, or asked him if he knew how to pray to god for
comfort. His mother was an atheist, and he was not raised being familiar or
comfortable with these ideas. The poor kid was so confused by so many people and
their religious beliefs that just sounded like fantasy to his mind. I just
wished people didn't press their beliefs on him, and I mean no offense by that.

We ended up staying extremely late that night with more of my in-laws coming
over. Both Becky and I called in and got work off the next day. We took my
brother-in-law's son home with us for the next two nights to give him a chance
to wrestle with everything he was dealing with. I can't comprehend or even
imagine what he is still going through. We returned the next three days and I
spent many many hours at his house, talking, sitting in silence, or playing
video games to pass the time. We've never been close, but in that environment,
under those circumstances it didn't matter. I was surprised and gratified that
he trusted me enough to tell me some of the very difficult and personal things
he was feeling.

We attended an initial planning meeting the very next day regarding the funeral
so my brother-in-law wouldn't have to be there alone, and while not much was
completed at that particular time, it was important. Becky volunteered to create
a slideshow for the viewing and wake, paired with some music my sister-in-law
liked. It was interesting and desperately sad to watch her family try to figure
out what their daughter/niece would have wanted out of a funeral, seeing as
she'd never planned for it.

Through those first couple of days, I never felt the urge to cry, though I
definitely empathized and shared the feelings of sadness and shock. I might have
returned to work too soon, but on the Wednesday after, alone in the office, I
inexplicably found myself crying. I had to tell my boss's wife I needed a break
and fled to my car outside. I suppose it was the stress of being away from home
for so many days coupled with being surrounded by grieving people and feeling
some financial strain, but my body physically demanded that I cry at least once.
I went back inside after 15 minutes and felt a little better.

The funeral itself was small, but nice, just a viewing prior to cremation.
People talked and laughed when they weren't crying, and there weren't any hymns
or prayers, which I appreciated (though a few songs were played on a cheap
boombox that I might have vetoed had I been in the position). The wake was the
next day and we ate food and people drank. It was a nice send-off, in my
opinion.

Though she wasn't in my immediate family/social circle, my sister-in-law is the
closest death I've yet experienced, even more so than my grandparents and
various uncles, who I consider partially estranged. I've chatted with her
socially many times over the years, been to family dinners with her, and she
even came to multiple shows when I was in my band (something my own immediate
family never even did with the exception of one brother). She bought merch
afterward for goodness sake. I can't overemphasize how important that was to me.

Needless to say, my brain case has been full the last couple of weeks. Thoughts
about death and life, unexpected accidents or tragedies, that sort of thing.
I've felt scared by the suddenness and how it could happen to me or Becky, but
grateful it hasn't. Focus on work or writing has been hard, and World of
Warcraft has provided something I can fall into and forget everything for a
time. Things are still uncertain with their son, and my brother-in-law probably
feels like it barely happened no matter how much time passes. It's hard having
someone young die so suddenly, cliche as it sounds to say it.

I have no grand thoughts about it, just a lot of questions and stupid feels that
won't go away.

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1998 PRINCESS LEIA IN HOTH GEAR.



All photos by Becky Green Photography, effects by me.


Accesories:

 * Blaster Rifle (A slightly incorrect model, as she didn't procure an Imperial
   blaster rifle as pictured below until her escape from Cloud City with Lando,
   Chewie, and the droids, and was wearing another outfit by that point.)





"I'd rather kiss a Wookie!"

This 12" figure of Princess Leia Organa is taken from The Empire Strikes back,
arguably the best of the original Star Wars movies (certainly the darkest). In
the movie, Leia is part of the Rebel command structure working to secure the
newest base on the ice planet of Hoth. While she doesn't do much fighting in
this part of the movie, she does have a lot of responsibility on her shoulders,
and can be seen giving orders for the evacuation of the base long after the
Imperials discover and attack it.



"You stuck up, scruffy-
looking... nerd herder!"

I just barely purchased this 15 year-old figure from an antique store. Not only
was this figure cheap, but I didn't have to pay shipping either! I was pretty
excited to find it, as I had been hoping to get a Princess Leia figure for a
while, but didn't like the version dressed in the costume from A New Hope. As an
extra plus, she matches the Hoth Luke Skywalker I already have, and the Hoth Han
Solo I hope to get. All the Hoth figures are high quality, and I'm glad to add
them to my collection. Her clothing is authentic and stitched well, and though
her skin color is much too yellow and the paint simplistic, her face is a
surprisingly good likeness. In general, Kenner makes slightly horrendous female
figures, but this is one of the better ones. One thing that bugs me: though her
hair is well made, the hairline around her ears is too high, and makes her look
weirdly shaved, even though she had those 1980s pronounced female side-burns in
the movie.



While I've always appreciated how beautiful Princess Leia is, I've never had the
typical male-geek obsession with her (though the gold bikini in Return of the
Jedi was, and always will be, hot). I enjoyed watching her on screen because of
her confidence and ability to blast stormtroopers when needed, as well as her
caustic wit when it comes to Han. I feel like they're the perfect couple: drawn
to each other even though they hate the idea of the other, and never mushy.
Reading the Star Wars EU books has given me an extra appreciation for Leia,
though I must admit they have never really explored her potential, and have
perhaps written her with less finesse than the other characters. Still, I think
she's an awesome character and I hope any girls I have in the future will look
to her as the princess they emulate, rather than the many pink-ified Disney
ones.







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A DEATH IN THE FAMILY.



Watching your family dwindle is a desperate and lonely thing. Though I still
have my mother, brothers, sisters-in law, many cousins, aunts, and uncles left,
their numbers were reduced by one last night.

My Uncle Steve passed away in his sleep after years fighting cancer.

I didn't know him well. When I was less than two-years old, my father, Uncle
Steve's brother, divorced my mother and left us, taking his side of the family
with him, grandparents and all. My mother's side of the family has been absent
and silent my whole life, and were never a factor. As I grew up I didn't
particularly miss my father's side, as many families of a single parent learn to
make do and don't know any better. But as I grew into a teenager and later
entered my early twenties, I started to feel bitter about my father's side of
the family that hadn't--in my mind--done anything to reach out to us like they
should have.

Then my own brother got divorced and left his family. None of us were prepared,
and none of us could have imagined the rift that immediately opened between his
ex-wife and us, and by extension, his four young boys. Things spiraled into
madness and my brother's children ended up halfway across the country with their
mother, leaving the rest of us with spinning heads. The damage is done, and I
don't know what to do.

I understand now how hard it is to reach out to a family torn apart by divorce.
Misinformation, discomfort, animosity, and reluctance, both sides experience all
these things to some level, and the walls they erect are powerful, even when it
comes to children who don't deserve the effects of divorce. I no longer carry
any bitterness toward my uncles and aunts for the lonely life my mother and
brothers lived growing up, I'm simply saddened by the circumstances. I would
apologize for the anger they probably never knew I felt.

Last year I had the chance to attend a family reunion for the first time in over
ten years, and re-acquainted myself with a family of good people I wish I knew
better. I spent some time with my dad, shook lots of hands, and relearned names,
including Uncle Steve's. Though my grandmother--the person I had known best of
all of them--had died years before, I thought of her as I hugged my grandpa.

Now, with another death in the family, thoughts of her are also echoing in my
mind.

Uncle Steve's death marks another lost opportunity for me, just as my
grandmother's had years before. Death is so very final, and marks the ending of
a life that will never return, no matter how we rationalize as the years go that
we will make the wrongs of divorce right eventually and someday make the ties of
family strong once more. For Uncle Steve and I, that time passed, and I will
never know the man his wife and children describe as so strong and wonderful.

I wish I had known him. I don't know when he was born, I don't know what he did
in life, or much about his legacy. I wish I could cry for a beloved uncle, but
tears won't come for a stranger, sad as that sounds, though a pain in my chest
and ache in my head swells when I think about his death. I know others are
crying, those that were closest to him, and my heart goes out to them.

Life is too short for a decades-old divorce to keep family apart, plain and
simple. My own father won't live forever, and despite his wronging of my
immediate family those decades ago, I can't stand the thought of his passing in
the same manner as Uncle Steve's. I'm grateful for all the attempts that
have been made over the years by my aunts, uncles, and cousins, and hope to do
more on my part to accept them. It would be tragic if my eventual children were
ever separated from their own cousins, so why should I be separated from mine?

The time is always now, whether it be family strengthened, dreams pursued, or
goals set.




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1998 EMPEROR PALPATINE FROM RETURN OF THE JEDI BY KENNER.





All photos by Becky Green Photography. Lightning and effects by me.

Accesories:

 * Knobbly Cane
 * Pure Evil





I love that he has
a cane.

This 12" Emperor Palpatine figure comes straight from Return of the Jedi, the
last of the Star Wars movies (so far). In the movies, he's the ruler of the
Galactic Empire, a dictator with a hatred for all non-humans, the dark center of
the galaxy, and the acting force behind Darth Vader's many atrocities. Luke
Skywalker's character arc peaks during his confrontation with Emperor Palpatine
and Darth Vader, where the Emperor's cruel order to join the Dark Side or watch
his friends die brings an emotional and powerful climax to the trilogy. (I'm not
sure anyone was expecting freaking lightning to shoot from his fingers!) Vader
kind of messes the Emperor's plan up by betraying his master and helping his son
defeat the darkness whirling within him, but it was a good plan for a while.
Paplatine dies screaming, thrown down an air shaft, where his Dark Side energy
explodes and nearly drags a wounded Vader down with him.



"If you will not be turned,
you will be destroyed!"

This is one of the new figures I've purchased in the last month. And by "new," I
mean new to me. He's actually fifteen years old, but came to me sealed and
pristine in his original packaging. I originally purchased him in tandem with a
new figure of Luke (more on him to come), but fell in love with him as soon as I
opened the box. The detail on his face and hands is exquisite, by far the best
sculpt job of any of the 12" figures I own so far. Everyone I've shown him to
gives me the same reaction: "Oh, he's creepy!" I love it. His robes are well
made and the falls of fabric actually look like the costume from the movie. The
only downsides I can see are his resistance to standing up straight (which the
figure stands I purchased will rectify as soon as they get here) and a strange
decision by the manufacturer to sew his hood to the top of his head. It makes
his head seem kind of flat and smashed on top, so I stuffed some tissues under
the hood to give it some extra volume. I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep
collecting more Palpatine stuff, he's just that cool.



"It is inevitable. You–like
your father–are now... mine."

I don't know if I've ever come across a character that does the "evil overlord"
archetype better (Sauron from Lord of the Rings certainly comes to mind, but I'm
not sure who wins out). Palpatine is evil as all get out, unseen in the original
trilogy until the final movie, which was an excellent move: letting the obvious
intimidation of Vader run the show for so long, until–BAM!–someone even more
evil shows up. I'll never forget the first time I saw his shuttle fly into the
Deathstar, surrounded by ranks of white stormtroopers and greeted by a
nervous–nervous!–Darth Vader: the low male's chorus in the background (love his
theme), the bleak atmosphere, the slow reveal of the character from the hem of
his plain black robes up, not to mention that damn creepy cackle he weirds Vader
out with a minute later as they talk. Oh man, such a great character. I actually
used his general appearance and creep factor to inspire one of the characters
from one of my novels.




If the video below doesn't show up on your smartphone, use a desktop. Not sure
why that is.






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~1997/1998 12" HAN SOLO IN SMUGGLER OUTFIT BY KENNER.



All photos by Becky Green Photography. Blaster bolts and effects by me.




Accesories:

 * DL-44 Blaster Pistol
 * Hip Holster and Gunslinger's Belt




This 12" Han Solo figure is the quintessential smuggler as we know him from
Episode 4: A New Hope. It's the clothing every kid wanted to dress up in, and
every girl swooned over. (Those tight pants and low-slung belt? Yeah, sexy).
Something about the outfit fits perfectly with Han's swagger when he boasts that
the Millennium Falcon was the one "who made the Kessel Run in less than twelve
parsecs" to a skeptical Obi-wan and confused Luke. (Most likely because parsecs
are a unit of distance, not speed. However, this isn't actually a mistake on
Han's or the scriptwriters' part, seeing as the Kessel Run is a well-traveled
smuggler's path that runs through an asteroid field edged by a cluster of black
holes. The closer one pilots their ship to the black holes to avoid losing time
dodging among the asteroids, the more space and time are warped, thereby shaving
distance from the route. This makes Han's boast not only correct, but an
impressively dangerous accomplishment.)



This Han figure technically belongs to my oldest brother, though it resides at
my house for now. (I'll be getting my own duplicate as soon as I can.) I love
the detail of his jacket and the way his belt sits with the grip of his blaster
right next to his hand. Notice the Corellian Bloodstripe running down those
trousers, an award for bravery, I believe. He's the only dude who can actually
pull off a popped collar. While his face isn't the truest representation of
Harrison Ford's (even the 6" Kenner figures from 1995 do a better portrayal), I
consider it a fun interpretation of the character, rather than an attempt at a
real-life face.


Han runs a close second to Luke as far as favorite characters go, and I've
always liked the Star Wars novels featuring Han prominently best. His cocky
attitude and dangerous scowl are the perfect foil to Luke's earnestness in A New
Hope. His relationship with Chewie has always fired my imagination; just two
buddies out adventuring in the galaxy and running from those up-tight Imps.
While Harrison Ford has long held that he didn't think the character had enough
depth, I've always disagreed; Han may not be a true anti-hero, but he has that
same spirit, the guy who sometimes does the right thing, but is never far from
trouble. After all, Han did shoot first.





 



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~1997/1998 12" LUKE SKYWALKER IN HOTH GEAR BY KENNER.



All photos by Becky Green Photography, lightsabers and effects by me.

Accesories:

 * Blue Lightsaber
 * DL-44 Blaster Pistol
 * Standard Issue Rebel Blaster Rifle with working missile
 * Removeable Helmet, Goggles, and Scarf


Toy

This 12" figure of Luke Skywalker takes its outfit from The Empire Strikes Back,
Episode 4 of the original Star Wars Trilogy. In the movie, Luke begins on the
ice planet of Hoth, helping to install a new rebel base after the Empire
destroyed the previous base on the jungle moon of Yavin IV. Due to the extreme
cold, all the characters are dressed in thick coats as they explore the
snow-covered surface on the furred-lizard tauntauns. I've always liked the
design behind all the cold weather costumes in this part of the movie, and was
super excited to get this figure many, many years ago. I'm pretty sure it was
for my birthday.



Real Life

The Hoth version of Luke is one of my favorites of all the 12" Kenner figures I
own. The detail and stitching on his jacket and pants is of incredible quality
and each piece of his outfit comes off separately. His cuffs even unfold and his
scarf can be tied any way you want. Notice the communicator on his wrist, just
like in the movie. While his face isn't incredibly true to Mark Hamill's, it's a
mite better than the monkey-visage present on the 6" figures Kenner introduced
in 1995.

I've always been a big fan of Luke despite pop culture's portrayal of how whiny
he is in A New Hope. It's probably because he has such a defined character arc
and I prefer to look at his whole journey through the trilogy as opposed to one
movie at a time. I think his "farm boy" archetype has to be one of my favorites,
as evidenced by my love for Taran from The Prydain Chronicles, Sam from The Lord
of the Rings, and the characters in my own novels.





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I'VE BEEN INTERVIEWED AGAIN!


A twitter buddy of mine and soon to be published author Kristin McFarland deemed
me worthy of an interview on her blog recently, where I promptly grew
long-winded. Check it out if you're interested and see what I have to say about
writing YA fantasy!

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INTRODUCING A NEW FEATURE OF MY BLOG: WEEKLY STAR WARS TOY HIGHLIGHTS!


Before you take a single breath further, know I am aware how nerdy this is and
realize how little I care.


I posted about my resurrected Star Wars collection already on this blog, which
was fun, but left me wanting to talk about it more. So I've decided to highlight
each piece in the collection once a week, complete with quality photos and
description of their place in the movie universe. I'm hoping to include a
breakdown of their accessories, a brief history, along with the year they were
manufactured, if I can swing it. For the more interesting or rare pieces, I'll
include the details that make them such. I'm excited by the idea because it will
give me an excuse to play with everything once more, and of course, talk about
Star Wars toys.


I'll begin with my favorites, then move on to the smaller and less consequential
pieces, all the while mixing in the new pieces I acquire going forward. The
first post should come some time this week!

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JOIN ME, AND TOGETHER, WE CAN BUILD OUR COLLECTION AS FATHER AND SON!


The Star Wars movies, books, comics, and radio dramas were some of the most
wonderful things to me in my childhood to mid teen years, and I feel no shame in
how much of a role they played in my life. I count the EU novels to be one of
the big reasons I developed a love for reading--and by extension--writing.

Anyway, when I was a kid, my brothers and I had a ton of Star Wars toys. I mean
a TON of them, from different manufacturing runs and decades from before I was
even born. We never had a lot of random toys lying around everywhere like you
might imagine a spoiled kid might have had, but we scrimped and saved allowances
for each action figure and begged Santa for the more expensive vehicle sets (my
poor, poor mother). Because of this, each acquisition was precious and well
played with. (Unfortunately, that also means we no longer have any boxes for the
collector items, more about that later.)

When my three brothers and I grew up, other things took priority over continuing
our Star Wars collection: a sofa to sit on, a $50 TV from the D.I., a kitchen
table, those sorts of things. We got married, got jobs, went to college, etc.
Unfortunately none of us really had room for our old Star Wars collection in our
little apartments, and my mom eventually boxed everything up and stuck them in
the garage.

Until now.

I've always been a geek (the kind that gets bullied at school because they can't
bring themselves to hide it)  and as I grew up, I never lost my love for fantasy
and scifi. I've recently begun to embrace that aspect of my life once more and
my new collection of superhero action figures and comics has slowly been growing
as I rewatch the old Star Trek TNG/Voyager/DS9 episodes and write fantasy
novels.

My mind has naturally turned once more to the boxes of Star Wars toys at my
mother's house.

So, a couple weeks ago, I stopped by and broke open the boxes for the first time
in years (while screaming like a girl at the spiderwebs).

It was like Christmas times twenty. I didn't even remember some of the stuff I
found before I actually pulled them out! My HUGE X-wing fighter, the
MASSIVE Millennium Falcon, our SWEET AT-AT walker, not to mention the hundreds
of action figures. We have playsets, SW micro-machines, full-size lightsabers,
puzzles, and half a dozen smaller vehicles like the A-wing, Luke's landspeeder,
a special edition snowspeeder based off a Ralph McQuarrie painting, and much
more.

Perhaps most valuable are the dozen or so original Kenner toys from the '80s,
including such figures as telescoping lightsaber Darth Vader (x2), RoTJ Obi-wan,
Imperial Star Destroyer Controller, AT-AT Pilot, Walrus Face, Weequay (x2), and
a many more I can't recall at the moment. We even have a super rare RoTJ Anakin
Skywalker that would be worth BIG (and I mean MEGA) bucks if we only had the box
he came in. This is super painful, because he'd be worth more than a lot of used
cars if we had never opened him up (not that I'd ever sell him anyway, nostalgia
and all that).

But I wasn't prepared for the wave of comfy nostalgia brought on by my pride and
joy: a set of 1998 12" fully-poseable dolls with real cloth costumes and armor.
There's Luke, Han, Darth Vader, Obi-wan, and Luke with Hoth gear. Man, we had so
much fun with those (I used to swap Darth Vader's clothes to Luke and pretend
he'd turned to the Dark Side like in the graphic novels). They just don't make
toys like that any more.



I'll add some better
pictures later.

Each one belongs to a different brother, with the two Lukes belonging to me, but
for now, they're all residing at my house with the rest of the Star Wars stuff
(minus the toys from the Prequels, they went back in the boxes and are now
sleeping with the spiders, as is fitting. Seriously, screw them). My dearest
wish is to continue adding more of the 1998 12" dolls to that collection, since
Amazon has a ton of characters I never knew belonged to that particular toy
line. There's even a Boba Fett, which I think I might faint when I can finally
afford to buy (peeps love that bounty hunter, so he's kind of expensive).

I dedicated a whole corner of my writing office to the display shelves that
reach almost to the ceiling and stare at the collection for perhaps longer than
is strictly necessary. I don't know why it took me so long to reclaim everything
from my mom's house, but I'm really glad I finally did. I'm sure at some point
my brothers will also come to their senses and start stripping their
personally-owned toys from the collection (as is their right), but until then, I
just gotta work on building my own collection to fill in the eventual gaps.

So yeah, I have a geeky collection once again, and life is good.

UPDATE: I have just purchased two new 12" figures: Luke Skywalker in black Jedi
gear, and Emperor Palpatine from RoTJ.

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MEET THE CHARACTERS OF THE WITCKE IN THE RUINS.


DISCLAIMER: Many writers take inspiration from already existing characters or
real people like actors or celebrities. It's an easy way to reference and check
yourself as you write them. That doesn't mean that the writer copied someone
else, or hasn't put thought and effort into making their own characters with
good story arcs. Trust me, paying homage to the following characters in no way
means I haven't created my own world, with my own characters, and their own
struggles and motivations. Despite the general trend toward  inspiration from
cartoon and MG characters, The Witcke in the Ruins is a YA fantasy with dark
elements.


Fifteen-year old Astrid Kindle has never heard of the magical witckas, though
her parents have spent the last two decades fighting one. She only knows her
mother disappeared, leaving behind a silver necklace that's the key to crossing
into other worlds.

After accidentally stumbling into a world that uses spellbinds instead of
technology, Astrid is shocked to find her long-lost mother part of a stalwart
group working to protect her world from Black Annis, an black witcke with
world-dominating designs.

Unfortunately, Astrid's arrival in the forest village of Grundwell alerts the
black witcke to the presence of the last piece of her plot--the silver
necklace--and she attacks. Astrid narrowly escapes with the help of an awkward
kitchen boy named Chale, but not before her mother is captured by the enemy.

Armed only with a temperamental spellbound sword and Astrid's unforeseen
aptitude for magic, the two teenagers vow to rescue her mother. Pointed along a
path by Chale's estranged grandmother, they trek across a rocky expanse of
hazardous lowland inhabited by the ghoulish wights. Pursued by thirteen ancient
Druids in Black Annis's thrall, they desperately seek for the source of the
black witcke's power: a totem that--if destroyed--will give them a fighting
chance. But time is running out for Astrid's mother as Astrid and Chale discover
their quest may be exactly what Black Annis intended.







ASTRID






As the main character, Astrid was the most difficult to pin down from the
get-go. I had a vague idea of who she would be, but it wasn't until the second
rewrite of the book that I finally began to draw some defined personality and
voice from her. Her inspiration came from many different characters including
Elonwy from the Lloyd Alexander's The Prydain Chronicles, Mariel from Brain
Jacques's Redwall books, and a small bit of Hermione from the Harry Potter
books. I mixed them all together and added a little attitude and a lot of
self-awareness from the girls I met while involved with the Hardcore music
scene.



CHALE






I always knew who Chale would be: a mix between my brother Travis and myself,
especially when it came to interacting with girls. (We were
both unbelievably painful nerds.) Chale needed to be awkward, stutter, look at
his feet, all that good stuff. He can't read, can't write, and sees himself as
only a mere kitchen boy. But I also wanted him to have courage that could be
coaxed from him as the book unfolded. A few rewrites in, his stuttering
lessened, and his courage came sooner. I also added in a little longing for
adventure, a desire to make a difference, along with a need to help protect
Astrid (who almost doesn't need protecting). I took inspiration from Wart
(Arthur) in Disney's The Sword in the Stone and Taran from Lloyd Alexander's The
Prydain Chronicles.




SPIGWORTH






I'm going to admit something: Spigworth is a blatant love-note to all the
talking owls that have appeared in cartoons and books through my childhood.
Archimedes from Disney's The Sword in the Stone, Brian Jacques's half dozen owl
characters, Owl from Winnie the Pooh, and many more. I just love the idea of
stuffy British owls in books! Can't help myself. The spirit of the character
also took some bits of Fflewddur Fflam from Lloyd Alexander's The Prydain
Chronicles. Spigworth fills the role of guardian over Astrid and Chale, keeping
them in line and adding a little worldly knowledge to temper their decisions.



KENNETH




I've owned rats as pets, and love to look at them at pet stores. I think they're
cute and funny; sue me. But a rat (or rats as was originally intended until I
combined two characters--RIP Git) was also the perfect character to pair with
Spigworth; polar opposites in form, the food chain, and personality. While
Spigworth thinks highly of himself and puts great emphasis on duty, Kenneth is
mostly concerned with turning a profit at the expense of his reputation, legally
or otherwise. As the book progressed, Kenneth became more complex, moving into
the role of a cynical pessimist who didn't really want to be helping Chale and
Astrid. His story arc, ending with a pivotal role in the climax, is a little
more defined than I had initially intended, which I'm quite satisfied with. Some
of his inspiration came once again from Brian Jacques's many sea-rat scallywags,
but mostly Templeton from Charlotte's Web.



BLACK ANNIS




I have a thing for witches. And I mean a particular kind of witch: old, robed,
filthy, seriously nasty--nothing funny about them. (Possibly a little female
Emperor Palpatine in there.) She's the bad guy and does some not-cool stuff.
Some of you might recognize the name of Black Annis (or Agnes) as that of an old
rural legend from the UK. With Black Annis, I play homage to that legend as it
fascinates me: an old crone living in the woods/moors, sometimes in a house,
sometimes in a hill, always with an oak tree growing by the door and tanned
human hides in the branches or tied around her belt. Super creepy, and
oh-so-fun. I actually had the character developed before I researched the
legend, and she fit pretty well with a few tweaks and name change.



BLOSSOM THE WITCKE





There's an old Still Remains song titled "Blossom: The Witch." I don't know if
I've ever had three small words spark such an explosion of imagination as these.
I'm not sure what the song is about beyond a few lyrics ("Beware of her eyes,
beware of Blossom"), but that didn't matter. I knew I had to write a book that
had a witch named Blossom in it. She's Chale's creepy estranged grandmother, a
small bit part that I hope is a lot of fun to read.



OLD DONETTE





Chale's grandfather and innkeeper of the Wandering Wanderer. Going back to the
boy with a sword archetype, there's gotta be the wise old man in there, just
like Obi-wan Kenobi in Star Wars, Dalben in The Prydain Chronicles, or
the inimitable Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings. A little Merlin from The Sword
in the Stone. I did pull back on Donette however, limiting his role in the
story, making him more of an armchair magician that doesn't affect the plot
much. He's not a bad guy, but he's done wrong with Chale, never teaching him to
read, relegating him to the kitchen of the inn, etc. I do have exciting plans
for him in possible sequels. :)



MOTHER AMBRIDGE




As a smaller character, I still found Mother Ambridge fun to write. She's old,
cranky, and quietly powerful. I took inspiration (strangely enough) from Madam
Mim in The Sword in the Stone, and Mrs. Patmore from Downton Abbey.



ABBEY




As Astrid's mother, Abbey is important to the story, but strangely didn't need a
lot of characterization. I eventually wrote her as the sort of blank-faced
character that you'd see in the background of an older Disney cartoon or
something. She makes a bad decision before the book begins and comes to regret
it in the course of the story, so there is a small arc there and character
development.

I should add, the idea for this post came from Vicki Weavil, a good friend who
posted a similar thing to her own blog yesterday. Go check it out, as she just
signed with an agent and you may be seeing her novel in print soon!

All images are borrowed from the internet for entertainment purposes only. I do
not claim the rights to them, and they do not represent the characters I have
detailed--only provide a visual hint.

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WHY I CHANGED MY TITLE.



This graphic is very suddenly
out of date.

Hello everyone! It's been a while since I last posted, so I thought I'd pop in
and let you all know what's been going on. The last couple of months have been a
strange mix of waiting impatiently on other people, then furiously working for
hours and hours to finish editing my latest book. Looking back, I can't decide
if I should classify the months as productive or a general waste of time. Let's
go with productive, since the book is finally being queried.

So, yay! After more than a year since the first word was typed, THE SOMETIMES
SWORD is finally on submissions to agents. Kind of. See, it's now called THE
WITCKE IN THE RUINS. Let me explain: when the book first started, the main idea
was that of a young boy with a magical sword saving the day. Yeah, that's the
archetype I chose to go with. The sword in question liked to disappear at the
worst possible times due to an unfortunate mix of spellbinds that had been
placed upon it not playing well together. However, the book has been rewritten 3
times now, altering not only the main character (adding in a female protagonist
as the main POV), but also changing the nature and importance of the sword.

The sword is now a very small aspect of the book, serving only as yet another
plot device to frustrate the characters by disappearing at inopportune times,
hardly pivotal to the plot. Because the title was THE SOMETIMES SWORD, the
current version of the book was a little confusing, as I didn't really explain
much about the sword, or why it disappeared (it's now simply an experimental
sword that wasn't ready for real world use yet). My beta readers kept repeating
that they couldn't understand why the sword was even in the story to begin with
(this was very frustrating for me, as I didn't want the sword to be important
anymore, and hated the thought of making it once more a large part of the
story).

After a bit of thinking, I decided that rather than expanding the sword's
importance, I would simply change the title of the book, thereby changing the
reader's expectations, and voila! The sword now fit in its current role, no
changes needed.

But that brought a new challenge. What should I title the book after a year of
calling it something else? I won't go through the whole process (I had five or
six options and talked to a lot of people about them), but I eventually landed
on THE WITCHER IN THE RUINS, seeing as my magic users are called witchers, and
one of them happens to be in some ruins at one point. It worked, and I liked the
tone the new title gave.

BUT. *record scratch*

The term "witcher" is apparently associated quite strongly with a series of
books/videogames by the same name. I'd never heard of it before, but it just
goes to show that the best laid plans of mice and men, and all that. After
talking with a few people in the industry, I decided I'd need to change the name
of my magic users and my title. Now, I already have made-up names for other
familiar creatures specific to the world (such as canavar, bloedrech, etc), so
it wasn't a stretch to simply alter the idea of a witch-like person into a new
word. I came up with "witcke" (pronounced wit-key) with the plural of "witckas"
(similar to Wicca, which works on a lot of levels). It was close enough to evoke
some of the same associations as "witch", but different enough to catch the eye
a little bit. Hence the new title of THE WITCKE IN THE RUINS was born.

I'll post again about the querying process here soon.




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MY NAME IS STEVE: A SHORT MINECRAFT STORY FOR THE CURIOUS.








MY NAME IS STEVE




Don't ask me what I'm doing here, because I don't know. One day, I woke up in
the middle of a forest, covered in snow, devoid of all memory and sense of
identity. Why? I have no clue. It almost doesn't matter.


I spent the first couple of hours calling for help, wandering around, hoping I'd
find someone nearby. After a while, I came to the reluctant conclusion that I
was well and truly isolated: no sound of human voices, no hum of tires on
distant roadways; nothing but the trill of far off birds and rustling branches
in the wind. There might have been a cow nearby from all the mooing, but I
couldn't find it.


I might not have known who I am, or why I woke up in this snowy forest, but that
didn't mean I was going to sit down and let depression take me along with the
wolves. I needed a plan of action, needed to find a way to survive! But first, a
man needs to know himself before he can trust himself, and because my old name
was lost to my departed memory, I have decided to call myself Steve.


It's a good name.



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WHAT I'LL BE DOING IN 2013.


I feel like 2013 will be the year everything changes for me. It has to be,
right? This last year has been stressful, full of little disappointments, but
also some modest accomplishments. There's been tragedies, confusion, and too
many bills. Looking forward is the only thing that will change all that.

I've been writing novels for over 2 years now, with several books completed and
one actively being queried. A second book will be ready for the same by the end
of February. I've sent out dozens of query letters, received many rejections and
two full requests (one of which was just the other day, and I have yet to hear
back on it). I keep getting told that if I keep at it, and don't give up, I'll
make it, if only by default. I'd like to believe that.

So here's what 2013 has in store for me:

First off, I committed to my writing group that I would complete 2 books this
year. As I mentioned, one is already set to be done by the end of February, and
the second is almost a third of the way written so far. I may even be able to
exceed my goal by a whole novel by the end of the year.

Secondly--and I know I have little control over this--I aim to sign a contract
with an agent, hopefully even be on submissions to publishers this year. If I
keep at it and don't give up, I think this is extremely possible.

Third, this coming year will mark a new level of commitment and time management
for me. Earlier in 2012 I made the decision to work part time and quit school,
instead focusing on writing as my Plan A. 2013 will be the first full year where
I implement that plan. Wish me luck.

Fourth, watch the heck out of a ton of awesome movies coming out this summer.

What do you look forward to in 2013?

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