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SF Writer. Screenwriting Professor. Insanity ensues day and night. Science Fiction is my wheelhouse. Stay tuned for my 1st Stargate SG-1 novel, The Four Dragons, for Fandemonium Press in June '10.

May 182009
 

If you’re like me, you don’t get to read as much as you’d like, or rather, what you read isn’t exactly “for pleasure.” Therefore, when you do have the opportunity to read what you want, you get picky. In my case, that means turning to the works of a rare dozen or so authors who have never failed to engage me in their fictional worlds.

C.C. Finlay is most definitely on that list. There’s an ease to his use of language, a rich tapestry of setting and character that immediately pulls me in, and his stories are always fresh in their plotting. I’ve yet to be disappointed in reading any of his work.

Finlay’s latest historical fantasy novel, The Patriot Witch, provides an extra bonus as it’s set against the rich AND realistic backdrop of America’s struggle for independence (a personal favorite historical period).  War is not pretty and Finlay never shies from showing us the clear and dirty details without ever slowing down the story. If you wanted to fight for freedom, more power to you. Don’t have a rifle? Just wait a few moments. Someone else will fall and you can use theirs. If nothing else, Finlay makes it clear that a pragmatic mind is the only thing that keeps you alive in the midst of battle… if you’re lucky.

As it turns out, luck – or to be more specific, MAGIC, may have something to do with staying alive as well.

While there’s ample historic underpinnings to The Patriot’s Witch, the story’s heart lies with Finlay’s protagonist Proctor Brown, a 20 year-old young farmer and minuteman. Proctor learns many a painful lesson in this first part of the Traitor to the Crown trilogy. Coming of age during the American Revolution is one thing. Discovering the dark ugly side of magic is another. Up until the story’s kicked into gear, Proctor’s only exposure to magic is the benign art of scrying – the ability to see into the future (though interpretation is key as he painfully discovers). He soon learns that his dreams of peaceful farming have no place in the harsh realities of a war reaching far beyond the battlegrounds of Lexington and Bunker Hill into the realms of the rights and wrong of magical power.

It is that exploration of what defines right vs. wrong, good vs. evil, which makes up a sizeable portion of this novel.  Finlay allows the reader to share in Proctor’s confusion, discovery and realizations by exposing the character to witches loyal to opposing sides in the colonies’ fight for independence. Desperate to hold on to their lands, the Brits will do whatever is necessary… including enlisting witches of dark magic to defeat their enemies. The American witches, however, (ever the underdogs) resist the use of life taking magics, even when it comes at a price.

Yes, there’s a metaphorical element to the story with bad witches as the British (the bad guys) and good witches as the Americans (that would be us good guys). That said, several threads are set up in this first novel that make promise of a more complex, less easily defined sense of good vs. evil. In fact, as fun as this first book was, I’m a bit impatient to start the second one (A Spell for the Revolution) as I’m eager to see how Proctor and the colonies maintain their youthful optimism as the Revolution’s first blush subsides and the harsh realities of fighting a war with limited resources can make the line between good and evil all the thinner.

Apr 022009
 

Ward Botsford, Author, Classical Music Producer
June 22, 1928 – April 1, 2004

***Warning***
Yes -  I’m about to get introspective.  I’m about to stop the clock for a moment, look around, and think…

“My Gods, has my Dad really been gone 5 years?”

As much as we may try, most of us leave this planet without making as much as a dent.  Not so much for my dad.  I’m not sure if there’s anything he didn’t accomplish in his 76 years.   Life was a grand adventure and he lived it to its fullest.   No sitting around, no wasting time, no waiting to see what life could throw at him.  Dad sought out each and every experience, knowing that life’s too short and for all we know, we only live once.

He’s been gone 5 years but he’s still here.  Still nudging me, poking me, laughing with me.  Most of all, still teaching me that yes,  LIFE’S TOO SHORT.

Make the most of it.

PS: If you’re interested in reading about this most awesome man, there’s a tribute over at the Classical Music Guide.

 Posted by at 4:51 am
Feb 282009
 

I know — most of us take this right (or privilige, though that’s not really the point of this post) for granted.  As children, we went to elementary school.  It was expected.

As teens, we went to high school.  Again, with the expectations.

As adults, many of us went on to college.

Bottom line, we received education.   Call it good, or bad, at least we had the opportunity.  Not so for girls in the Middle East.  A few headlines to underline my point:
IRAQ: Number of girls attending school dropping
Iraq: Girls Denied Education
Al-Qaeda plan to destroy girls’ school in Tarmiyah thwarted

Bombs built into schools to punish girls for learning.  Young women gunned down as they eagerly walk to school in hopes of expanding their minds.  Young girls raped as punishment for daring to dream.

I’ve been aware of this phenomena (sic) for a while but the reports have becoming more frequent as of late so as of late, I’ve become more sick to my stomach when I read this stuff.  Sitting here in the U.S., my own precious daughter soaking up her college education with zeal, I can’t help but want the same for all women.  I want it badly enough that I scoured the internet yesterday, looking for an organization to contribute either money or time to… none exist.  Oh sure, there’s Unicef.  But their focus seems to be predominately in Africa, when it comes to education.  Believe me, I want young African women to have education access as well… but I’m not reading/hearing much about their very lives being threatened for trying.  It’s more a case of resources being available.

I’m safely ensconced at a University where I have some terrifically talented young woman under my tutelage, yet there’s no way to ensure these rights apply to a region of the world where my tax dollars are going and where my friend’s sons, daughters, husbands and wives are putting their lives on the line.  I’m sorry, but I find that unacceptable.  What the hell are we fighting for if not to ensure liberty for all, especially in the form of learning?

If I’m wrong, and there is an organization out there, someone please — let me know.

 Posted by at 6:28 pm
Feb 202009
 

Last week’s little anti-social media experiment worked.  I generated a few healthy, dense pages.  So new rules @ Chez Diana:  On days I wear my instructor hat, yes — go, social media!  Make contact!  Tweet!  Blog!  Facebook!  LJ!

On days I wear my writer hat…  GONE FISHING.

Now where did I put my tackle box.

Cya Sunday night.