I believe that literary work doesn’t really belong to me any more once it’s out in the public. Every reader then makes of it whatever they want in their own imagination. So my intention was to not talk about “Far Away” at all, but there are two things that are mentioned in the story that I would like you to see/hear.
I’m reading “On writing” by Stephen King.
I love it, as most of his fans or aspiring writers would/do.
First of all, this is the first book of his where I can actually “hear” him, Stephen King himself. Not Carrie White or Stu Redman. But Stephen King. And it was very nice to “get to know” him like that. And funnily enough, he reminds me of Dan Simmons’ Martin Silenius, a satirical character in the epic “Hyperion”.
I’m re-writing Book #1 right now. A few of my beta readers told me the meat on the bone is missing. So, I’m adding the muscle right now, doing some “body pump”, some “jogging”, “swimming”… Hopefully the body will be in good shape once the second draft is finished. In any case, in one of these new muscle-building chapters, my main character encounters a person who she already met at the beginning of the book (that part I wrote new as well). As they approached each other,
Some months ago a beta reader gave me feedback on Book #1. It was useful and important feedback that I needed to address, but at that moment my first frightened thought was: I can’t. I don’t know how.
A few days ago I met two good friends of mine. We exchanged our news over a minimalistic, but dirt-expensive dinner, and sooner or later we came to my new writing career. While talking about books and my writing efforts, one of my friends tells me that she knows she won’t like my books.
A good book is when I can’t wait for my next available free time to sit and read the next few pages. When I read the page on the left and my eyes keep jumping to the page on the right, desperate to find out what will happen. A book that I often rewind: I go back to read a paragraph again and again, because I really liked it. A story where I identify with a character: someone who is good, brave, but still has some minor faults I can relate to.
Think of yourself coming into a painter’s studio. The wooden floor is splashed with colors. Lots of light streams in from the windows on the south side. Some windows are open and you can hear the murmur from the market below. And the room is full of paintings. Large paintings, small paintings, bright paintings, dark paintings, but – most of them are not yet finished. The painter creates his paining in a flash of inspiration. One morning he is inspired to work on landscapes. The morning after, he wants to paint still life, but his landscapes are not finished yet. They are waiting for the next flash of inspiration.
I write like that.
I think a short story is a little bit like a modern peace of art. A painting that everyone describes differently because it means something different to everyone. I wrote “Forbidden” and it means something different to me then it did to all my beta-readers who gave me their feedback. And I think this is the way it should be. Once out, the story is yours to make out of it what you want.
However, I would be curious of what this story means to you, so please, give me some comments below. The story is freely available on Smashwords.com, Barnes and Noble, Sony, Diesel eBook store and iTunes.
“Forbidden” is now on iTunes and Barnes and Noble!! 🙂
She wants it.
She needs it.
But she can’t have it.
But she takes it anyway.
“Forbidden” free on Smashwords.com