Friday, September 30, 2011

What's Coming Up, Including a Preview of Doubled Jeopardy

First, I'd like to thank Twitarr Pirate for the shout-out and poem re-print on Talk Like A Pirate Day. September 19th has been one of my favorite days since my 1L year, when a professor introduced our Contracts class to the wonders of saying “Arrrrgh.” It's great to celebrate now with people around the globe.

Next, some good news about content. During the month of October I'll share a few movie reviews written by a horror film buff. This person makes it a goal to watch 31 horror movies every October, and does great write-ups of what he sees. Look for those sprinkled throughout the month. Also, Mutant of the Week posts will be back! Jesse Garson's colorful, punaful drawings will grace your screen every Friday.

Also coming in October (beginning tomorrow): a new story! Get ready for Doubled Jeopardy.

Here's a little bit about what to expect in the latest tale:

Doubled Jeopardy is different from all the previous stories on this blog. First, it's completely epistolary. We've used some epistolary elements in the past, but never to this extreme. The first part of the story – roughly a week worth of entries – is a series of e-mails between our usual heroine (Maryanne) and Absola Trotsky. Those e-mails set up the story and put the e-mails that follow into a specific context.

The second part of the story consists of e-mails written exclusively by one Stanley Obsert. Regular readers may recognize that last name. Yes, Stanley is related to the villian Bradley Obsert from No Fracking Way. He's Bradley's identical twin brother. Well, not completely identical. Stanley is so evil he makes Bradley look like a force for good.

The rest of the story will be e-mails between our heroine and other members of the Undead Bar Association. They'll explain how the main part of the story impacts the UBA going forward. Oh, and there's a little twist. Our heroine will reveal things in those e-mails she shouldn't...and the mistake will come back to haunt everyone (future stories).

The second way this story differs from others is the tone. It's written from the perspective of a villian. A dark, depraved villian. Stanley's voice is insidiously evil. He takes the most serious subjects, and dissects them with a caustice blasé air that is both frightening and (potentially) corrupting. There's value to all of this, in terms of the big picture. Knowing how evil the villians can be, we can better appreciate what dangers the Undead Bar Association will face. But caution should be taken in reading. This is a dark, psycological horror that should be read by an adult, with the lights on. The story is NOT recommended for our younger readers.

Doubled Jeopardy - Maryanne M. Wells

Why the new voice? Several readers have told me they enjoy reading stories from characters besides our usual heroine. More than one person has told me how much they enjoyed Naomi O'Conners' story. Unfortuneately for the UBA, Naomi has stepped away from writing full stories. I hope it's temporary. In the meantime, I'll do what I can to mix things up with stories from the perspective of different characters. That said, I don't plan to write from the perspective of a villian after this story. Putting Stanley Obsert's words on paper was an unpleasant experience. Blood and muck.

The third reason this story stands out is context. Finally, everything in the series is coming together. This story ties in with Until Death and No Fracking Way. It will foreshadow future stories (remember, our heroine will make a big mistake). And writing it has inspired the very next story on the blog. No title yet, but I promise this: more Absola, more Paris, more romance, and more vampires than you can stand. Best of all, this story pushes us further along the main story line. I'm excited, and I hope by the end of this story you will be too.

Doubled Jeopardy launches tomorrow. A new episode will post every day in October. Yes, every day. The first week is already pre-loaded. Episodes will post automatically at lunch time. I wish I could boast about that, make it sound like I'm some kind of superwoman for writing in advance, but no. Truth is, I HAVE to write the story in advance and pre-load episodes because my October calendar is booked solid. Day job related stuff. Yeah.

- M. M. Wells

Saturday, September 17, 2011

International Talk Like A Pirate Day 2011 - September 19th.

Arrgh, it be that time o' year once more. The time when we shiver our timbers, avast, and squint one eye. So grab yer parrots and peg legs, and celebrate International Talk Like A Pirate Day.

To get ye in the mood for Monday's festivities, we've composed a new sea shanty. Sing loudly, with rum in hand. The deeper in yer cups when ye reach the last verse, the better. Aye.

Ghostly Seas

Oh, we be ghostly pirates

We sail the seven seas
We float around the boat
'Cause we've nothin' past the knees.
We're grim and ghastly ghoulies
As frightnen as ye please.
Aye, we be ghostly pirates
That sail the seven seas.

Our captain were a scalawag
There first mate were a fool
The helmsman such an idiot,
he swam in his own drool.
But when yer needing work
Ye go where there be gruel
They promised that, drams of rum,
Gold, and glitterin jewels.

Helmsman Cole, he be sure
The earth be good and flat
I said he be an idiot
Ye know my reason: that.
The Captain said he didn't care
He nodded, winked and spat.
“Get us to the hunting grounds,”
He shouts, and that be that.

We began what hoped to be
A mis'rible long trip.
With that idiot at the helm,
It be a rudderless ship.
And then we met an ugly squall
His skills could not outstrip.
It weren't long a'fore the waves
Our battered craft did flip.

Survivors few, we be tossed
In deadly water's trap
Curse the helmsman; if I reached him
He'd hang by his bootstraps.
Instead he drowned, shoutin' in fear,
“We all be off the map!”
“Bless him, poor man,” the first mate said.
I longed his face to slap.

Cruel, the unseen hand o' fate.
It brought us to that place
Where waters of a bitter sea
Seek hatred to embrace.
It seized that blackness in our hearts
Denied us death and grace.
We joined the ranks o' living dead
A restless, hollow race.

Aye, we be ghostly pirates
We sail the seven seas
Seeking out more hating hearts
Our own hate unappeased.
Scalawag, idiot, and fool
Got thar rest and peace
But we be cursed forevermore
To sail the seven seas.

To be reading last year's piratical poem, be clicking here.