Just gone to press: Tales For a Blue Moon, 18 far out, unique short stories and a cover to match by J Guenther. Here’s what they’re about:
A church looks forward to its annual Blessing of the Animals: “There’s a lot of interest again this year. We’ve already received twenty or thirty phone calls and a dozen anonymous notes shoved under the rectory door . . . ”
Adolfo wages his own private war in Arma Virumque Cano: “Hey! You!” the man said, waving a knife in his hairy fist. Alarmed, Adolfo stared at the knife . . .
A planet’s culture is dying in The Eight Times Cut Stone: “The old language of our planet is dying. If you people stay here, it will soon pass away, and we will speak only your Anglic language . . . ” Continue reading →
After a long interval that followed Sail Away on My Silver Dream going out of print, it’s now available again under the Wyzard Hill Press imprint–new cover, new interior, and a few minor changes in the text. I designed this cover myself to replace the World Nouveau Books design.
I’ve also made a few notes towards writing a sequel. More on that later. If you ask, I’ll let you know what title I have in mind for the next book.
It’s often a good idea to use an imprint name rather than your own when self-publishing. One problem with this is finding a name that hasn’t already been used. Even an inactive publisher name can result in confusion, and there are a jillion inactive publishers. Somewhere there’s a government list of publisher imprints. I’ll add it here if I can remember it.
Yes, that’s our objective of the day: to turn your novel, novella, novelette or short into a hive of scum and villainy.
Stories of any length thrive on villains. The more wretched, the better. For without him or her, there is no conflict in your story (excepting stories about the hero versus himself– tales full of inner angst, bitterness, self-doubt, flatus, etc.) Without conflict, your tale will be blah. Good antagonists make good stories, and a good antagonist is bad.
The human brain is probably the most complex system on this planet, the ultimate puzzle. Understanding the brain may help us make sense of some of the strangeness in human behavior. The problem is, we can’t take the brain apart to find out how it works. It’s not like an auto engine. The scale is different, the materials dissimilar, and the structure is, well, organic. Continue reading →
The writing process, whether for novels or film scripts, has been characterized by many metaphors. Examples include building a bridge, painting a picture, hanging a clothesline, mapping an unexplored territory, opening a closet, making a sculpture, building a house, laying pipe, mining, surfing, riding a horse, and hunting.
All of these fail at some level. Here I propose another metaphor, knowing full well that someone else may have already suggested it. In fact, in a way, someone has:
Jorge Luis Borges
That ingenious Argentinian author, Jorge Luis Borges (~HOR-hay Lu-eez BOR-hays), wrote a story called “The Garden of Forking Paths.” The tale concerns (1) a lost labyrinth and (2) a nonsensical book rescued from the fire by a fussy executor.
SPOILER ALERT; READ THE STORY BEFORE THE FOLLOWING MATERIAL. OR READ ON IF YOU AREN’T GOING TO READ The Garden of Forking Paths.
Julia doesn’t talk about it, but she still thinks of that summer as “when I learned about incense.” Many things happened between June and September that year at Benison College, but she remembers the incense most of all.
Julia wanted extra spending money for her sophomore year, so she worked in town that summer, Monday through Saturday, at “Wooten’s Card Shop.” Wooten’s, known to students as “the Woo-Woo store,” sold goods ranging from greeting cards and posters, to crystals, candles, tarot decks, and Zigzag cigarette papers.
One afternoon during Julia’s first week, an elderly man visited Wooten’s. He wandered about for twenty minutes, then approached the counter with a tiny box of “Dr. Gupta’s Assorted Meditation Incense Cones,” one of the least expensive items in the store. “Just this, Julia,” he said.
“How’d you know my name?” she asked, tilting her head as she rang up the incense. Continue reading →
I filed the copyright application for my latest book, A True Map of the City, today. It took from 11:07 a.m. to 11:35 a.m. Practice makes it go faster. Next step: create ARCs (advanced reviewer copies) for reviewers.
“J Guenther cleverly combines a plot of adventure on an imaginary sailboat with a shrewd eye on teen-age angst.
In the SILVER DREAM, Sharon and David ride the waves ... to adventures where dreams are created and realized. On their journey, the two are tossed from grief to sweetness, from fear to solace and safety.
Guenther is on the mark, using the main characters as narrators, unfolding parallel stories between past and present, dream and reality. SAIL AWAY ON MY SILVER DREAM is a captivating page-turner, with a winning cast of characters.
David and Sharon seem so real that readers might feel they've already met them. We feel their disappointment and hopes, and we join them wholeheartedly...” N. Decker