I know I never posted anything new this week. I apologize. However, I don’t think many people read this…
I am currently working on a plan to get my books into the public library system here in Raleigh. I am also currently working on the idea of a book signing at the library. (John Flannigan, author of the Ranger’s Apprentice series just recently did a Q&A/book signing at the public library here and that got me thinking about it)
Anyway, that’s what’s in the works… we’ll see what happens!
I will be on vacation and so may or may not post a blog entry next week. Have a lovely first week of June.
(I posted this on my personal blog, but figured it makes for entertaining reading, at least, to me, so I’m posting it over here too)
I’ve been reading up on various people’s responses to the Lost finale. Everything I read has made me dislike the finale even more than I did when we finished it (and that was quite a bit…) and I’ve come to the following conclusion: I’m sick of people rationalizing for the show and “apologizing” for it. I enjoyed watching the show. I liked the show. I think I may even go back and rewatch the first five seasons at some point. However, it wasn’t my favorite show in the world, and it has not rocked my world that it ended badly. Disappointed? Sure.
However, despite all that, I am moving on. In the past, when I’ve read a book that ended in a dis-satisfactory way, or watched a movie that left me feeling like, “Seriously? What?” I have had no problem with coming up with my own alternate ending and then pretending that was the way it really ended. (Always the overactive imagination… that’s me).
Thus, without further ado, this is how I would have ended LOST:
Skip the whole sixth season and it’s alternate-reality/purgatory thing… the bomb goes off, jumps our characters to their correct place in time, kills Juliet, and leaves Sawyer grief-stricken. Then, the ending would have gone something like this: We would have discovered that Jacob’s motives were pure and that immortality is quite taxing and he has held the evil that is the smoke monster (which in my ending is a demonic/alien force caged on the island due to the island’s electromagnetic uniqueness) at bay for as long as he can. He is tired and has run out of new things to try and feels that his control of the situation is slipping and he needs fresh blood and a new perspective to take his place. Jin and Sun would make it back to the mainland and live happily ever after with their daughter. Claire was actually dead and Kate would have to return to the mainland to be with Aaron. Jack and Locke would have a much cooler, far more impressive show-down, (along with a “real” storm) in which they both ended up dying. Sawyer becomes the island’s new protector (because, really, what else does he have to do? And besides, he’s been my favorite character since episode 1) and spends his days jumping the island through time (because the protector can do that) in order to keep Ben from getting loose on the world ever again because Ben becomes the new force of evil on the island (because there always has to be a balance and you can’t destroy evil, you can weaken it, you can cage it, but you can’t destroy the balance). And Hurley… well, Hurley goes home in peace because the island doesn’t need him anymore and he gets to live out his life as the lucky guy to whom nothing bad ever happens – and is never plagued by ghost numbers ever again. In the final scene, we would see Ben and Sawyer sitting on the beach while a group of strange aliens build a four toed statue in the background and Ben turns to Sawyer (his eyes gleaming red) and says, “Do you have any idea how much I want to kill you?” And Sawyer just smiles and shakes his head and goes back to reading his book (some classic… maybe A Tale of Two Cities)… because he’s cool like that.
Just found out about this new contest, when I was over at ABNA checking out who the top 6 finalists are in that contest. As I was poking around, I came across a link to this other contest, apparently the deadline is today…
The “Dear Lucky Agent” contest. I am submitting my work into the contest, we’ll see what happens. The top three submissions get a free review of their first 10 pages and a free one-year subscription to WritersMarket.com.
You can see more about the contest and the details of the contest here: guidetoliteraryagents.com/blog
This is a short story I wrote for the class I took a couple of summers ago.
“Jenelle, wake up!”
My roommate’s voice yanks me out of sleep and into a groggy semi-awareness. I jump, hitting my head on something hard. I raise my hand to my head and look at the clock: 6:30am.
“Ellie, I’ve only been asleep for an hour! What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know where we are, I need your help.”
I frown and rub my eyes. They feel as though I’ve been scraping sandpaper across them. I open my eyes wider and stare at my roommate, trying to see past the blurriness of sleep. Then I look out through the window of the truck and stare up at the buildings surrounding us.
“What do you mean, you don’t know where we are?”
“Our road ran out, it just ended. I was driving along and our road ran out, and I had to go through a tunnel or over a bridge or something and they charged me six whole dollars. There’s nowhere to park and I don’t know where we are.”
“Calm down,” I am starting to wake up now. I pull out the old, wrinkled atlas that we’ve been using and open it up to the Pennsylvania page.
“Alright, I went to sleep about an hour or so ago and we were just outside of Harrisburg, if you’ve been going about sixty miles per hour since then we can’t be any further than New Jersey. Do you know what street we’re on?”
“No,” Ellie grips the steering wheel tightly with both hands, her eyes wide.
“Ok, we just need to ask someone where we are, and we probably shouldn’t just keep driving. Can you find a place to park? What’s open at this hour?”
We drive past a few more buildings, their windows reflecting the pale red of the sunrise. My tiredness has been replaced by adrenaline, I can hear my heart beating loudly in my ears. I spot a yellow sign that says, “24 hours.”
“There!” I point, “A twenty-four hour McDonald’s, and there’s a parking spot right there on our side of the street, pull over, pull over.”
Ellie follows my orders and parks the truck and we both get out. I stand on the sidewalk clutching the atlas and staring up at the skyscrapers, they are taller than they seemed from inside the truck. Ellie joins me and we walk down the street to the McDonald’s. The air is cold and I shiver, pulling my jacket tighter around my neck. My skin tingles as a gust of wind whips down the street and plays with my already unruly hair. I stomp my feet as we walk, trying to regain some feeling in them. I hate to think what we must look like, how unkempt we appear.
We enter the McDonald’s and an assortment of smells assails my nose. Aromas of sausages and bacon waft from the kitchen, mingled with the floury smell of biscuits. Ellie sniffs appreciatively but I am on a mission. A man behind the counter smiles at us.
“What can I get for you?”
“I need directions,” I hold out the atlas, opening it slightly like a peace offering. “Can you tell me where we are?”
“Sure,” he has an easy smile, bright teeth in his dark face. His earring distracts me for a moment and then I make eye-contact again as he continues. “We’re on the corner of Twenty-Fourth and Fulton.”
I blink, something about his words seems alien. I shake my head, “No, I mean… what state are we in?”
His eyes widen and his grin falters a bit, “Girl, you’re in Manhattan.”