Books I Should Have Already Read — Prince of Thorns by Mark Lawrence

This book seriously made me angry. I wanted to hate Jorg. I do hate Jorg. I’m invested and I was rooting for Jorg. I don’t like roller-coasters but I found myself staying on this one. I had a few problems with it, but mostly I loved it. I mean hated it. See?

The first problem I had with it was the beginning. It’s hard to relate to a thirteen year old kid who commits rape and kills an entire village. In all fairness, I’m not really into the anti-hero thing, nor am I into dark fantasy. Jorg, the main character, is beyond an anti-hero. That said, I kept reading.

The next problem that kept poking me in the head was a hard time believing the “brothers” in the story would follow Jorg. He’s nuts. He’s hardened. He’s fearless. So are each of his followers. The way I handled this issue was to deliberately decide to suspend disbelief. I figured there was a reason and kept reading.

I didn’t like any of his brothers. I wasn’t supposed to. In that, the author did an amazing job. I was thoroughly disgusted with the way each looked, their personal hygiene, their goals and lifestyle. They were gross! Halfway through the book, there weren’t many characters that I did like. I kept reading.

Are you seeing a theme here? There are so many things to hate, but when you read it, and you should, you’ll love it. You’ll curse yourself for not being able to put it down, then you’ll go out and buy book two. This book is meant to disturb and delight you. If you experience it the way I did, you’ll find yourself wondering why you like it, but in the end you won’t care about the why. It’s a hard read but love it or hate it, every fantasy reader should read it.

There are some interesting twists and turns that I’ll let you discover for yourself. Lawrence’s settings are superbly done.

Jorg is the best of the worst, or worst of the worst. You’ll like him, in spite of him. You might want to smack Mark Lawrence when you thank him though.

Not a read for the faint hearted. I’ll probably get bitten for this but in MY opinion, I think men would like it better than women. I lean towards books that are geared towards men so that’s not really a problem in my eyes.

I’ve decided not to rate with stars or numbers because this book is so different from all others I’ve ever read that I think a comparative rating would be not only unfair, but inaccurate.

Sidenote: There are many lovely, quotable lines throughout the book. My favorite is:

What burns so bright cannot endure.


This was the first of the books I should have already read. I am undecided which book I’ll review for next month. I’ll update you all when I decide. For the full list click here to read my post laying out my reading plans

New Project!

Not surprisingly, I am working on something new. I’ve mentioned before that I have many stories in progress and I will flit from one to another as my mood strikes me. This is not to say I’m undisciplined. I have my main project and then when I’m either not able (stubborn muse), or unwilling (stubborn me) to work on it, I pick up another to make sure that I’m always writing — something.

I’ve been stuck for a while on my middle grade project and was finally coming to the conclusion that I need to let it sit and percolate for a while when a new idea popped up. I don’t really know what inspired it, or exactly where I’m taking it but I’m excited. This new story has a firm hold on me and I’m okay with that. It is fantasy. I don’t know if it will be a short story or a novel. Sound like I don’t know much about it? What I do know is the words are coming easily and it’s evolving in a way that I like.

This is the first scene, rough draft of course.

The old, young man pulled his baseball cap low over his eyes as he stood in the middle of the crowd. He watched the man on the outdoor stage perform illusions, one after the other. Glancing around at the people nearby he noticed, as always, no one stood closer than a few feet from him. He fancied they could feel the power emanating from him and naturally shied away, although, in truth, he pushed them away for their own safety. The thought made him feel in control, something he desperately needed when he was outside.

The magician must have done something amazing because everyone started applauding, drawing his attention back to the show. It was pathetic. If these people saw real magic they would either not recognize it or scream and run for cover. He realized he wore a sneer but he didn’t try to hide it. No one would look directly at him anyway. He liked it that way, most of the time. Loneliness was his constant companion. That negative emotion welled up, threatening his discipline. He was trying to stamp it out when something bumped into him, hard, knocking him off his feet.

Before he could figure out what had happened he realized he could see his hat laying on the ground in front of him. He groaned and closed his eyes. Now he would have to take control of the entire crowd to make them forget seeing him. He slowly drew in a little energy from the grass beneath him. He saw no reason to exhaust himself when he would have to face whatever attacked him.

When he felt he had enough, he opened his eyes, pushed himself up onto his knees and peered around. No one was looking at him. Huh? He knew he had been laying on the ground for long enough to be noticed. The lady closest to him started clapping, he abruptly realized he couldn’t hear it. Shit. A familiar magical shield surrounded him. He grabbed the hat, got to his feet quickly and braced himself as he covered his head again.

“You might as well look at me, Liam.” a voice behind him said.

Liam slowly turned to face his assailant. He stared at the man who was both older and younger than him. Fear wormed its way into his soul. One of the few beings in the world as powerful as he was faced him. “Hello Gareth.”

“Hello? That’s all you have to say to me after all this time? After all the effort I’ve had to put into hunting you down and waiting until you braved going outside? No, hello will not do. You’ll have to give me more.”

“Piss off. Let’s not drag this out. Just kill me and get it over with.” Anger replaced anxiety. Why had he ever stepped out in the open?

“No, Liam, I am not going to kill you. Not even when you beg me too. Come along now.”

Gareth walked away and Liam fell in line behind him as the compulsion took hold. A small part of him was relieved he wasn’t going to die this night but caution overwhelmed that quickly. “What do you want then?”

“I want nothing more from you. I have a job to do and once I finish, I’ll walk away.”

The bastard had been chasing him for three hundred years for a job, and why did that hurt his feelings? “Wait, where are we going?”

“I’m taking you to Suzanne.”

For the first time in his long life, Liam fainted.

Rough Draft – The Banishment of the Bren (A Backstory)

This is not flash fiction, it’s back story. It is the tale of how the Bren came to live in the tundra. It is told to Sel, a direct descendant of Bren. It’s been many generations since these events took place. Memory of the Demen has faded and no one knows why the Bren never leave their home.

Bren and his people were banished to the icy wastes in the year of beginnings by their own calendar. The Demen, or first people had always been worshiped in his village but Bren did not believe. He only had doubts, until the dream. After the dream he believed the Demen were only powerful beings: Immortal, but petty and vengeful. They were not worthy of worship. Bren had been the high priest of Phaedra, the most vain and jealous of the Demen. Every end day for twenty years he had preached on the sins of waste and slovenliness as all Phaedran priests did. He believed his words, but he had started feeling that his life had no real meaning.

One night he knelt by his bed to say his ritual prayers and felt empty. He stared down at his crossed hands unable to say the required words. For the first time in his life he refused. He did pray that night, not to Phaedra, to something else. He prayed to what he hoped was a higher power asking for his life to have meaning, for a purpose other than what Phaedra demanded of him. Bren asked for a sign that his doubts about Phaedra were justified. That night he dreamed of the God. The true God answered all his questions. He learned that the Demen weren’t gods at all. They were godlike in that they had powers that ordinary men didn’t but they were created by the true God as men were. When the true God made the Demen he gave them certain powers and gave the earth to them. Soon enough he saw their faults. They were shallow, vindictive, and overly proud. He felt giving them magic had been a mistake but loved them still, so he made a special place for them to live and separated them from the rest of the world. They could only leave their new home for short periods of time but their powers remained.

The God then created man. He only gave a few people power but weaker than the first people. In time, man spread to most corners of the world and the Demen became jealous. They considered man weak and not deserving of the bounty. Some were angry that the God’s new creatures could have children while they could not. There were soon many thousands of men but there were only a handful of Demen. So a few of the Demen went out into the world, when they could, to terrorize man and take back what was theirs. They soon learned how long they could be away from their new home, not even a full day once a week. The race of man in its ignorance and fear began to worship the Demen and provided them with offerings to appease them. This suited their pride and vanity and both races settled into their new roles with Man never really knowing his creator.

When Bren woke he felt thankful. He didn’t know what he would do with his life but he would no longer be the high priest of Phaedra. He knew hope again. He renounced his title and went out to share what he learned with his people. Soon he had many followers excited to know their true God. Eventually Phaedra came to Bren and knew the God had spoken to him. The loss of the priest enraged her and she set the rest of her followers against him. The Phaedrans outnumbered them three to one and soon drove Bren and his people out of their lands. They were banished to the icy wastes. Phaedra decreed if they returned they would be killed. They packed their belongings into wagons, gathered their livestock and headed north. After three days of travel they reached the south edge of the tundra.

They set off across the tundra, Bren leading the way. There were rumors of valleys hidden in the ice. They would search for one of these and settle in it. The rest of the tundra seemed lifeless. One could look in any direction and see nothing but white. They had lived in a cold climate but nothing could have prepared the people for the harshness of the tundra. They had to make the wheels of the wagons into crude sleds then they set out. The sheep were dead within a day. The horses lasted a week. The hearty oxen were better suited to the cold but Bren knew it was only a matter of time until they too dropped. Hope was a memory but Bren and the true God drove the people on. They had to get far enough away that Phaedra couldn’t hurt them.

One morning, two weeks into the trek, the group woke to find half the oxen had died during the night and even Bren started losing faith in their ability to survive. The entire day was spent butchering the oxen. They started off again the next day with little optimism. The group had only traveled an hour when they came upon a hidden valley. The walls were very steep and dotted with caves. There were only two entrances, both easily defensible. While exploring the vast cavern system they discovered an underground lake and hot springs. There was enough space for all the people so they made the valley their new home. The caves provided shelter from the harsh tundra winds and the hot springs kept the temperature steady. There was plenty of ventilation for the smoke of fires but very little firewood. They had brought some wood with them but most was used on their trek. They would have to find another way to prepare food. The problem of light was solved by lichen found deep in the caves that put off a bright enough light. They sent out search parties to gather anything they could find that was useful. To everyone’s delight the valley was a day’s walk from the great icy sea. Fish was plentiful and there was a sea cow beach nearby. The people would survive.

Two years after the people settled into The Valley, Bren went out to check his nets. He came upon the most amazing sight. Caught in his largest net was an enormous sea dragon. It was clearly female as it was obviously pregnant. She was frantically trying to chew through the net to escape. Only her head was out of the water. When she caught sight of him, he saw the desperation in her eyes. Without a thought to his own safety he drew his knife and dove into the water. He started cutting the net even as he started freezing to death. While he worked he felt a surge of warmth. He didn’t question, he just kept cutting. While he worked he heard the dragon speaking in his head. “Bren, I have seen you and know you to be good. I appreciate your help but for the True God’s sake please hurry. The birth will be soon and if my youngling is to ever breathe air, he must take his first breath on land. If he is born in the water he will be forced to stay in the sea forever.” Bren finally cut her free and she hauled herself to the shore. He was amazed at her beauty. She was larger than the whales he occasionally saw while fishing, yet she as graceful a creature as he had ever seen. Her back was a solid deep blue shading down to the hue of the morning sky along her sides and belly, each color like that of precious stones. As she moved the sun glinted off her scales and he had to cover his eyes at times. He tried not gape as she gave birth but he was genuinely surprised that she was not an egg layer. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity as well.

He watched and guarded the dragons for a few hours until they both recovered and entered the water again. He set about repairing his net. Many things had damaged his nets over the years but never his own knife. His job was almost complete when he heard the dragon’s voice in his mind again. “Thank you Bren, for saving my child from the fate of a fish. I will reward you.”

“The result is the reward lady, and you also saved me from dying, so my thanks are yours,” Bren replied with a bow. “No reward is needed.”

“True,” she replied haughtily, “but I will reward you all the same and make a request of you. Firstly, my name is Silandra. Appreciate the gift of my name for there is more power in it than you can know. Secondly, my request: Bren, I ask of you when a dragon calls to you or any of your people, you will heed the call. Vow that he who hears the call will answer. Vow for yourself, your people, and your children’s children and so on. In return for your vow I will give you another gift.”

“Lady you ask nothing I would not freely give. I vow to you on behalf of my people and our descendants, we will heed the call.”

Silandra nodded her giant head solemnly. “I gift you with fire. From henceforth fire will never harm you. You will be able to awaken it any time. You will have power of heat and cold; you and all your people.”

“My thanks to you.” He did not truly understand what she meant but accepted gladly.

She laughed and she disappeared back into the ocean.

Bren dropped to the ground in a very deep sleep. When he awoke his mind contained the fire knowledge. He was warm because he’d been putting the knowledge to use as he slept, raising his body temperature. He packed his gear and returned to the settlement to share his tale and the gift of the dragon.

This is told to one of my MC’s – Sel as he prepares to go out into the world. He is a seer and while young, seventeen winters, he is soon to be a leader among his people. He can hear dragons. He has to gather the other MC’s together and go save the world. He needs this information given to him to accomplish this. Obviously it’s a fantasy story. There is an ensemble cast, of which, Sel is the youngest. Some of the basics about him are: He’s good at a lot of things. He has to be, as he lives in a harsh environment. He can make tools, sew, cook, hunt, fish, he can do some basic healing – with herb lore, and he can find food in the most unlikely places. He’s a bit over-confident, but terrified of horses. He also hates camels when he encounters them and doesn’t understand the concept of pets. He is not the leader of the group he has to gather and that doesn’t sit well with him. In his land, he is an adult but people in the other realms see him as a child. He also has the gift of the Bren. Along his journey, he will learn exactly what that means. He has dark hair and blue eyes. In fact, all of the Bren have blue eyes, so everyone he meets will know what he is.

I know I need a lot of description in the story. Feel free to give any advice you want to. All comments are welcome. I’ve decided to concentrate on this story for a while so any help you can give would be appreciated.

New Year’s Resolutions and Goals

There are millions of resolutions being posted today. Here is mine anyway. I have a couple of resolutions and some goals.


  • Write more. Write everyday, no matter what, even on my husband’s days off.
  • Get organized. This does NOT include my desk but does include my closet! Mostly I need to organize my tons of books and office supplies.


  • Finish first story in my middle grade series, and revise it.
  • Write the rough drafts of the second, third and fourth in that series. This isn’t as difficult as it sounds. I have the bones to the stories already.
  • Finish rough draft of my fantasy story. This is your typical fantasy thing. Ensemble cast.  A few dragons. Good against evil. A long quest to find important artifacts. Magic. Awesome locations.
  • Figure out if one of the characters in the fantasy story will keep the name Zanne or if I need to rename her. Same with Darian.
  • Come up with a solid outline for a YA project. This matters because I’ve been writing it with no planning. I don’t want to lose where I’m going with it.
  • Join and participate in a critique group. I’m being pressured to join now (in the best possible way), but I’ve been too chicken to do it. This should probably be a resolution.
  • More flash fiction.

I have other goals that have nothing to do with writing but I left them off this list because they are only of interest to me and my family. Good luck with your goals and resolutions. Happy New Year!

Favorite Authors (Plus a few I think will be added to the list)

What follows is a list of my favorite authors plus a bonus list of authors I haven’t read yet but have good expectations of.

  • Brandon Sanderson – Whatever he writes, I will read.
  • Peter V. Brett – I only started reading his work in the last year but I love it. I was angry at him for days The Demon Cycle didn’t end with book three.
  • Brent Weeks – I also recent read his stuff. I was also mad at him about Lightbringer. I’ll forget him and Peter Brett once I get my hands on the next books in their series.
  • Michael J Sullivan – I’ve only read one book by him but I see a lot of potential. I hope I’m right.
  • Terry Brooks – Even though reading The Sword of Shannara was difficult, I enjoyed most of his other books.  They are easy reads and fun adventures. Not the deepest things but when you want it light, he’s the one to go to. I’m slightly concerned that the Shannara series on MTV will be whiny and awful but I’ll give it a try.
  • David Eddings – I must state clearly that The Elder Gods stuff is NOT included because I hated it so much I only read a couple of the books from that series. However, like Terry Brooks, Eddings three other series are fun, easy reads. The Belgariad, Mallorian, and two Sparhawk trilogies are something that I reread about once a year.
  • Maggie Furey – She has two series that I like but my favorite is Aurian. I don’t know what it is about that one but I love it passionately. There are some flaws but I accept them and keep reading.
  • Neil Gaiman – enough said
  • Mercedes Lackey – Valdemar. I know, some of the books set in that world are awful. Most of them are interesting and fun. There is some overuse of certain tropes but I’m okay with it because she was the first female fantasy author I ever read. The books she co-authored are pretty decent too.
  • R.A. Salvatore – Not everyone will agree with me on this one. I almost don’t agree with myself. Most people either love or hate Drizzt. Again, fun, adventury, a mood thing. I haven’t liked any of his newer stuff though.
  • Anne McCaffrey – Hello, dragons! I don’t normally want science in my fantasy or vise versa but for her, it’s acceptable.
  • Tad Williams – I actually like the Otherworld series. His fantasy was fine.
  • Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman – Dragonlance. I’ll be honest, I don’t know why I like this series so much. I suppose I really like the characters. This is another on my reread semi-often list.
  • George R. R. Martin – Love him, hate him
  • Robert Jordan – I know The Wheel of Time is six books too long. I know it drags. Book two was so hard to get through.  Most of the female character are awful and there are too many people in the damn thing. However the story is so interesting that I read it often. How can you not like Mat?
  • Raymond E. Feist – I just like him
  • Marion Zimmer Bradley – This was the second female fantasy author I read. I have a soft spot.
  • Patrick Rothfuss – I can’t wait to get my hands on book three. Plus he’s just cool.
  • J.K. Rowling – What an amazing imagination that woman has.

If you think that list is long, don’t ask me about my favorite songs! Also, there is no particular order to the list.

Bonus list! These next authors are ones that I believe will be good enough to make it to my favorites list. There are many reasons I haven’t read them yet. Some it’s due to time. Some it’s because I decided to wait until ‘book 3’ comes out before getting sucked into their worlds.

  • Mark Lawrence – I bought the first book, but then Nanowrimo began. Also, I don’t normally like to read books written in first person so those go on the bottom of the list. I’m pretty excited about this one though.
  • Joe Abercrombie – Again, I have book one but nano came up and I just haven’t gotten to it yet. I will soon.
  • Daniel Abraham – When I read the description, I knew I would like it. I’ll let you know.
  • Kevin Hearne – The Iron Druid Chronicles. I normally don’t read stuff set in modern times but this looks good, even though it’s first person.
  • Brian Staveley – It’s on my wishlist
  • Anthony Ryan – I don’t own anything by him yet but I will soon. I need to find out when his next book comes out.

You have probably noticed that some of the legends of fantasy writing are not on this list. They are not forgotten and their influence is appreciated.

If you have favorites not on the list, feel free to share them. I’m always looking for new to me stuff to read.

Name questions

I’m wondering how other people feel about female characters with names that are traditionally male. I’m not talking John or George. I’m thinking more like Ian, Ethan, Rhett, Nathan, Liam. I have a character that just won’t accept a feminine name.  She’s not boyish, I think she’s just stubborn. This is a girl who inadvertently caused the deaths of most of the human population. She steps up and tries to fix things. She joins the fight to save as many people as she can and stop the war that she knows is her fault.

I want her to have a strong name. In fact I’ve been looking up names that mean strong. I haven’t liked most of the female names for her. I almost liked a few that are feminized male names but not enough.  I have liked several male names. None of the ‘unisex’ names were quite right. My issue is I want to name her whatever I want but I don’t want my choice to throw off a reader. This particular story is pretty new and I don’t want to move too far ahead without knowing who this girl is.  She’s 16 or 17. I haven’t decided exactly what she looks like but I have a vague mental image going. I know she’ll appear more dainty than she is. She’s short and angry. She’s curious and speaks before she thinks, both of which help to cause a disaster. This story is forming oddly for me. I’ve never had another plot so clear in my head without knowing more about my main character.

I guess I’m hoping if I name her then I’ll start to figure her out. Naming characters is not one of my strong suits. For now I’ll go back to writing and typing in GIRL when I need to use her name.

My nanowrimo note for the day is I’m at 38,000. I have finished the rough draft for that. I know that sounds really short but not only is it a book for kids, I need to fill in a lot of holes. I must work on my description but I don’t want to get into editing mode so it will wait until December. I’ve moved on to the story mentioned above. Hopefully between the two of them I will get to 50,000

What If?

I don’t know about the rest of the writers out there but I find what if questions extremely helpful. If I’m trying to figure out a character, or I’m struck with writer’s block that kind of question is my go-to first step.

I’ll give an example of how it’s helped me. About a year and a half ago I decided to write a middle grade fantasy story. I had this random idea for a story about a fairy that didn’t really fit in with other fairies. I don’t normally like fairy stuff but I went with it. Maybe she would suck at magic or maybe be clumsy when flying. I didn’t like either of those so I started with the what-if’s.

What if she wasn’t good at magic because she couldn’t do magic the way the other fairies wanted her to because her magic worked different? What if all she wanted in life was to become a fairy godmother but failed to achieve that? What if she had no idea if she could fly because fairies didn’t fly anymore? What if she looked different than all the other fairies? What if she made some friends that also wanted to be fairy godmothers but couldn’t for some reason?

I somehow came up with hundreds more. Each what-if made me think of another. Eventually this turned into my nanowrimo project for this year. The idea wasn’t new but I had been working on other things. Plus I was too scared to write it because I had never written something like that before.

So a story idea about a fairy who didn’t fit in turned into more. It is about a fairy named Tomorrow (Tommie) who wants to be a fairy godmother more than anything. In the Fairy Godmother Academy, she learned that magic had to be carefully controlled. Creation magic was forbidden. For centuries the fairy community had used creation magic to change themselves to look more human. They got taller and their wings got smaller until most were born with no wings. No fairy alive could fly. As a whole the fairies were less powerful than that had been. No one remembered why, but everyone agreed that creation magic had been depleted and it was dangerous to use. Then Tommie was born. She was like the fairies of old. She was small, about four feet tall when the rest were near five feet. She had wings that were larger than her body was. She had huge purple eyes. But the biggest difference was that she was more powerful than the rest of her community. A lot more powerful. Controlling her magic only caused chaos and using it the way that came natural to her only got her in trouble. Eventually she has her final exam to become a godmother but failed. Various adventures ensue. Along the way she makes some friends who want to become fairy godparents too. Not one of them is a fairy and each of them is a little different than their families and peers. They start a campaign to change the rules when a bigger problem occurs. The gates to the fairy realm are failing.

Not too bad a base to start with. All of it started with the one what-if question: What if there was a fairy that wasn’t good at magic because hers worked differently than everyone else?

I still have a long way to go and I’ll keep asking my what-if’s until I don’t need them. This is only the beginning of a series. What tricks work for the rest of you? I hear people say ideas are cheap but I’m always looking for new ways to generate them.

Now I know I said I might talk about minotaurs in my last post. That one is in the next book. As I was researching him and making a character sketch, I realized I haven’t quite figured him out. What I know is that he is not evil. He might have evil urges but he’s choosing to be good. He’s got perfect memory. I mean he lived in a labyrinth, he had to be able to find his way around. I think instead of it being just one guy from Greek mythology, he will come from an actual race (maybe a created one). There aren’t that many around though and they are all bad. He might be a vegetarian. Tommie and her friends will meet him in their travels along with a really tall gnome, who was raised by garden gnomes.

Busy busy

I haven’t posted in a while. I’d love to say it’s only because I’ve been busy but mostly my creativity has been sapped, or it’s hiding. Part of it is World of Warcraft. Another is I’ve had a lot to do. Mostly it was setting up a new domain. I had no idea how clueless I could be until I did that. Today my cousin is having a baby so I’ll be at the hospital for part of the day. It’s my husband’s day off so I’ll be hanging out with him on WoW. I do plan to get some writing in for my nanowrimo project. I’m extremely behind but I have some new ideas so I should get caught up over the next few days.

Hopefully I’ll be able to post something tonight. Don’t surprised if it’s all about a minotaur named Raythe who doesn’t want to be evil. Maybe a pretty troll or a near sighted Centaur.

Sci-fi vs. Fantasy

I don’t know if this is normal or not but I love science fiction movies but I’m not really that into reading it. I adore fantasy novels but most movies in that genre don’t do it for me. Also, I don’t have the guts to try to write sci-fi. I don’t know if it is lack of interest in the books or if I don’t have confidence in my ability to pull it off.

Breaking down my lack of desire to read sci-fi, I think it has to do with how complicated those books can be. I feel like I’m smart enough to understand complex things but in a novel if two pages are needed to explain a machine or a process then I catch myself scanning. A good example of what I mean is Michael Crichton. If you read his stuff you’ll notice that he uses very technical terms and then spends pages explaining those words. Some people like that, but I’m not patient enough for that kind of thing. I’d rather have a complex story.

In all fairness I’d rather read and write page turners. I don’t see myself ever writing something that a reader would have to read slowly to understand.

Plus, magic. Magic is so awesome. It can be anything you want it to be, do anything you like. If I’m writing the story then I can make up the rules of how it works. I guess I find magic cooler than science in written form.

Now, sci-fi on TV or in movies, that’s a different story. You don’t have to be told every detail of a spaceship because you can see it. Things that are complex are easier to explain to an audience because of the visual. That’s good for me because I do want some explanation. I truly do want to understand what I’m watching. I have the opposite issue with fantasy tv and movies. I want little to no explanation of how magic works. Give me the basics and I’m happy. A good example is Aladdin. The genie says there are three things he can’t do and never really explains how he makes all the other things happen, because…Magic.

I do want a lot of complexity in the stories. Perhaps that’s why I read epic fantasy. There’s a tiny bit of description about magic and multiple complicated story lines.

So for me it’s not really a debate, I like both, in different ways, (Science Fiction is clearly friend-zoned). Also I’m shooting myself in the foot because I have a project to work on in the future that falls a little into the sci-fi category. That’s the story I’m most afraid to write. Maybe I’ll make that my nanowrimo project next year.