Trolls for Dust, Season One print edition now on sale!

The TfD, S1 print edition is finally here!  Sold currently at the Create Space estore and soon to be on Amazon.

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How Twisted Should End

Despite its somewhat mediocre presentation at times, I thoroughly enjoyed the first season (or half season?) of the ABC Family show Twisted.  The availability on netflix helped me tune into a show, that given time could have been awesome.  I say could have been, because if the show gets renewed and if the show sticks with the same terrible plot lines it will die a quick and painful death if it’s life hasn’t been already cut off at season (er, half season?) two?  (Side note: Although I applaud shortening the number of episodes in a season to, theoretically, improve story quality and get rid of filler scenes/episodes, one has to actually have quality story to, you know, tell).

I just finished season two of Twisted on netflix and found myself wanting to pull my hair out.  What were the writers thinking?  What were the producers and heads of ABC Family thinking?  They don’t want their show to succeed?  Why make a show in the first place?  Let me explain.

Twisted began with an intriguing premise: Three junior high friends had their world turned upside down when one of the trio, Danny Desai, was convicted  for murdering his aunt with a jumprope.  Five years later, Danny is out of juvie and returns home where he and the two girls he was once besties with have to struggle with the feelings and the horror they still all have.  And no one’s quite sure if they can trust Danny, who claims to be a good guy despite the murder charge.

The show started out pretty good following all three leads and took a surprising romantic twist in that for once it wasn’t the awkward, socially inept soon-to-be-butterfly tomboyish girl that was chosen, but the popular, elegant and very feminine girl.  Thus began, sadly, Jo Masterson vs. Lacey Porter.  Now, I enjoy a good love triangle, but this “team” stuff that began with Twilight is seriously getting in the way of storytelling.  Lacey Porter is a great character; Danny Desai is a great character.  Them Together, they could have been incredible.

Insert Jo.  On the whole I like Jo, but by the second half of the first season everything was about Jo.  She and Lacey hadn’t seen or spoken to Danny in five years, yet Danny (and Lacey) are supposed to apologize to her for loving each other?  This is beside the point.  The show began with three leads.  Yes, there are hints that Jo’s family may eventually be show to be at the center of whatever conspiracy is actually going on, but actual evidence of that has yet to be seen.  If any of the trio gets more screen time, it should by all rights be Danny.  And then Lacey, because frankly actress Kylie Bunbury has better acting chops than the other two leads and all of the other characters combined.  Her emotions are believable.  Lacey comes across as a real person whereas Jo, much as I like her, seems only to be a plot device of a person most of the time.  Rico (Ashton Moio) also comes across as a very real person with genuine emotions.  Danny’s my favorite, though, but only because he has the potential to either be an ultimate hero or an ultimate villain.

And then we have season two.  Season two where for no apparent reason, Danny has seemed to turn off all of his emotions concerning Lacey.  True, he has always cared for Jo, but honestly in season one they seemed to be like a brother and sister.  If Jo’s feelings got confused, well, she’s young and socially awkward.  But now Jo is the love of Danny’s life…apparently.  And Lacey is…a lesbian?  Oh, so Danny doesn’t look like the bad guy, right?  So it’s Lacey’s choice that they’re not together.  Uh, huh.  Rico, too, has quickly overcome his feelings for bff Jo and moved on to someone else.  Soapy, dumb plot lines, but they wouldn’t matter if THE main plot of the story (is Danny or someone he’s close to a sociopath/psychopath/killer?) was at all thrilling.

If audiences are entertained, they’re willing to overlook a few flaws.  With Twisted the main plot line is a flaw in itself.  It appears to be going nowhere.  The writers have hinted at conspiracy, introduced a cousin to Danny, and brought in a manipulative father-daughter duo all for naught.  There have been zero answers, zero payoffs, and if their goal is to make Danny’s mom, Karen (Denise Richards), and Jo’s mom, Tess (Kimberly Quinn), look like the socios, they are doing a good job of it.

I know the goal of TV shows is to get renewed and renewed for more and more seasons, but prolonging a story simply for that purpose wastes so much, talented actors, writers, and so on.  Being in the business of storytelling, shouldn’t their first goal be to tell a great story?

Here is, with my puny imagination, how Twisted should be put out of its misery:

  • Danny Desai ends up being the sociopath everyone thought he was (though not necessarily a killer).
  • Jo turns into Nancy Drew and solves the case, realizing Danny and his mother have been pulling everyone’s strings the whole time.
  • Rico saves Lacey from a horrible death, the two of them realize their love for each other, and ride off into the sunset as the only two characters caring enough to warrant a happy ending.
  • Chief Masterson sits back in his chair and chuckles at a photo of Danny, except the caption on the photo does not read Danny Desai.
  • The last shot is of Karen Desai being released from prison.  Along with the items returned to her upon release is an FBI badge with her picture on it.
  • After the credits, and for no apparent reason or explanation, Danny’s aunt is shown to be alive and well and sunning herself on a yacht in the middle of the ocean.

Ok, ok, it’s hard to write an amazing, compelling story, and I give all TV writers a salute for trying, I just wish the first goal of each show was to have, well, not just a good show, but an amazing, epic, heart-stopping show.  One that people just can’t put down, so to speak.  None of the three leads actually has to have a romance in order to remain leads.  They could just relate to each other as friends.  Karen and Vikram Desai are really the only believable parents to be involved in a conspiracy.  It is painful to watch the floundering efforts at making Jo’s mom relevant to the main plot.  She could just be a mom who is there for her husband and daughter and still be a great character.  Rico wants to be a lead, he really, really does, and as a studying nerd he could contribute oh so much as a fourth in the “scooby gang.”  Plus he and Danny get along well and he actually brings out Danny’s good qualities far more than either Jo or Lacey do.

Sigh.  What could have been.  What could still be if only someone took control of the story.  But, sadly, showbiz doesn’t really run on story.  It runs on far more fickle things.

Sales Tips from The Paradise — Part Two

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One of the best things about business, in my opinion, is that good business tips also make good life tips.  In one form or another we are often trying to make an impression on those around us, trying to “sell” some idea of us to them.  Well this can be cast in a negative light, it is simply the way the world works, especially in a day and age with so much competition.

Here are more sales tips from the BBC show, The Paradise starring Emun Elliot and Joanna Vanderham:

You can never know too much about your product.

Denise, the shopgirl in The Paradise has a lot against her, mostly jealousy from her rivals who are also after Mr. Moray’s attentions, romantic or otherwise.  Nevertheless, knowing (or at least sounding knowledgeable) about the dresses she sells helps her get out of a sticky situation in which a rival shopgirl has her try on a dress for a lady.  The dress given to try on is purposely too small on Denise, so the lady says she won’t buy it.  In a fine moment of triumph, Denise delivers a sensual speech stating that it doesn’t matter how the dress looks on the shopgirl, but how it will look on the lady.  She describes the dress as the perfect item to wear if you wish to attract a suitor, and the lady falls for it all with Mr. Moray (the boss) looking on.

You can never know too much about your product, whether you sell buttons or gourmet dinners.  Customers are impressed by knowledge and confidence.  The same can be said for, yes, romance.  Confidence impresses.  Also, you never know who will be watching.  Employers are duly impressed as well when it’s clear their employees have taken the time to know the product.  Those employees are usually hard workers and marked for success.

The brightest and best will always be resented.

Speaking of success, if one wants to be one, it’s best to note from the beginning that if one is good at one’s job, or especially blessed with good looks or talent, one is bound to experience resentment from others from time to time.  As a society we continually fall prey to the idea that the rich and successful are to be resented merely because they are rich and successful.  We don’t seem to care about all of the hard work and sacrifice that came beforehand to get the person to that state.  Thus, to be a success, note that the resentment exists, and move on.

In the series, The Paradise, both Mr. Moray and Denise have people set against them due to their successes.  But the shops dying out because of the glittering mammoth department store aren’t even trying.  They seem to expect that customers will come to them “just because.”  Instead of finding ways to work with The Paradise, or new and interesting ways to appeal to a niche audience, these shops are decaying.  The shopkeepers make almost no attempt to even improve the look of their stores.  It is only when Denise takes the time to help them, that they even try.  It is sad that so many of us in this world think we are owed something, for that attitude will continually bring us heartache.  The truth is if we are to gain anything in this world, we must bring something to the table.  (Love is something apart from business, in that we can’t ever truly earn another’s love, though we might gain their attention).

It is interesting to see that even though at this point in the series Denise is actively encouraging the shops to take custom from The Paradise, Mr. Moray isn’t alarmed, but impressed by her ingenuity.  So we can say as well that the brightest and best don’t spend time resenting the other brightest and best.  They learn from them and consider them (in the age old words of Captain Hook) “worthy opponents.”

Find a way.

“If at first you don’t succeed…”  A good idea is a good idea.  A good product is a good product.  Sometimes barriers, whether of funds, pride, or spite get in the way.  Denise is a shining star of a shop girl, and as such, her supervisor, Miss Audrey, is alarmed that Denise may take over her own position.  Instead of bettering herself, Miss Audrey’s solution is to snuff out the burning light of creativity in the girl.  She insists that Denise stop having ideas altogether on how to improve sales, or if she has any, that she bring them solely to Miss Audrey and not to Mr. Moray who is so encouraging of her.

Denise respects Miss Audrey and doesn’t wish to make her feel threatened, nevertheless, she finds a way to go through an alternate third party to get her good ideas where they need to go, to the boss who understands their worth.  The best businesspeople find a way and they try to do it without crushing others in the process.

Cheer up.

Sam, a plucky Paradise salesman played by Stephen Wight, gives this an an answer to anything that ails a person.  Denise’s uncle,  Edmund Lovett (Peter Wight), is gloomy because his business is dying out thanks to the booming department store across the street.  Cheering up in and of itself doesn’t really solve a problem, but it definitely improves one’s outlook, and outlook is key.  Pessimists and people sunk in depression and gloom are rarely the movers and shakers of the world.  To have ideas is to have optimism, or cheer.  How can one win either in business or in love by throwing pity parties?  People are not owed business or love, but must seek it out.

It is disheartening, that especially when it comes to love, those most desperate to have it are scorned for that same desperation.  But, people are most attracted to those who are rays of sunshine and who show cheer and confidence.  Somehow, for those of us who are down in the dumps, we must fight that depression and put on a brave face.  Put on makeup and curl your hair if that helps.  Cheer up even if there’s not much cheer to be had.  Highlight your strengths as much as you can, putting your best food forward.  It’s not fair, but people respond best to the prancing peacock, the blondes who appear as if they are having all the fun, and those who bring excitement into a room.

Success is not guaranteed, but at least you now have cheer.  And cheer brings so many possibilities with it.  It sees the best in people and the best in every situation.  It can even look beyond the peacocks and blondes and see the quieter attractiveness of “nice” girls and guys who only want a little encouragement to shine and to wow you.  Cheer finds a way where gloom can scarcely conceive of one good idea.

True love isn’t fickle.

This is more of a life tip than a sales tip, but it can be applied to business as surely as romance.  If you love to do something, you’re not going to do it half-heartedly.  If you truly love someone, you’re not going to love them while keeping an eye out for someone better.

Confidence is the supreme importance in a lover (and in a businessman).  Mr. Moray and his on and off relationship with Katherine Glendenning is one of the most infuriating story lines in the show.  Both are fickle and neither show confidence that the other is what they want.  Moray exudes confidence in his business, but can only pretend at love, until, that is, he finds someone he actually does love.

The best romantic advice I ever learned was that if you aren’t sure that the object of your affection likes you, cares for you, or loves you, they probably don’t.  That isn’t to say that you can’t win them by impressing them with your love and confidence, but if you are “loving from afar” it is likely destined to be only a one-sided love.

This is not always the case.  Some love stories take their time, just as some businesses need time to grow, but the truth is: If you have to ask if they love you, the answer is in the question.  If you have to trick or cajole someone into committing to you, their heart isn’t in it.  If a person can’t decide that it’s you they want, they likely don’t want you.  But, cheer up, the world is full of billions of people, billions of possibilities for love, just as it’s filled with billions of different customers.  What repels one person attracts another.  The right person will love you in confidence and joy.  They will be eager to commit because true love wipes away all fear.  True love is willing to take the risk.  In the words of William Shakespeare:

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Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

Sales Tips from The Paradise — Part One

(PART ONE OF TWO)

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My latest obsession on Netflix has been a BBC series inspired by Èmile Zola’s book, The Ladies Paradise.  The TV series is a little more charming than the book, but both delve into the good and evil of buying and selling, particularly when it comes to department stores.  The BBC series is set somewhere in the Victorian Era at a time when sales and department stores are a novelty.  It is easy to see, however, that the frenzy of shopping we all experience stepping into a Tesco or Walmart is not too far in the future.

What I enjoy most about the series are the ideas of both the owner of The Paradise (Mr. Moray, a ladies’ man played by Emun Elliot) and his newest shop girl, Denise (Joanna Vanderham) have for selling and moving stock.  Denise pours out idea after idea, and Moray is willing to put every one into action, giving her full reign, and calling her his “little champion.”  A match made on Wall Street if there ever was one.  Love and business come together seamlessly in this fine production.

 

Here are some selling tips from Season One of The Paradise:

Successful businessmen take risks.

Mr. Moray is intent on conquering the city with his department store, and he is willing to risk everything to do so.  His advisor, Dudley (Matthew McNulty), is more hesitant, more practical, saying they shouldn’t put the store itself in jeopardy.  Mr. Moray says that their city is “littered with men who stood still,” men who shrank from the possibility of greatness because they didn’t want to take a risk.  “Men who slow down, men who take their time, they come second.  I won’t do that,” Moray says when Dudley cautions him against taking gamble with a large one-day sale at The Paradise.  Moray’s willingness to risk everything is why he’s such a successful businessman and ladies’ man.  Ever wonder why the “nice” guy or girl doesn’t get the person of their interest?  Faint heart never won fair lady (or gentlemen).

The customers won’t come to you.

Advertisement.  A sale.  A special, a contest, a promotion.  Customers must be enticed to buy, to want things they really don’t need — one of the “sins” of big business.  In the series and book, a woman’s desire for buying is connected with her lust for love and to be admired.  In love and in business, it is the brightly colored prancing peacock who gets all the attention.  Successful selling requires some flash, and a willingness to show the best of what one has.  Even the plainest of girls can be transformed with stylish clothes, well-cut hair, and a bit of makeup.

At a later point in the season, Denise tells her uncle that if he can’t sell dresses, he should sell neckties.  People are more willing to part with a small amount of money than a large sum, much like a woman may be willing to try conversation over coffee before embarking on a nerve-wracking first date with a dinner and a show.

Bend, don’t break.

Without customers, business cannot be conducted.  Thus the saying, “the customer is always right.”  Anyone working in retail knows that isn’t true.  Nevertheless, doing well in business often means taking small and sometimes large losses to keep customers happy, to keep them coming back.  At The Paradise, Mr. Moray must “bend” to those with money who are considered his betters.  In order to court their investment, he must submit to some of their demands, to compromise.  Part of the success of Kohls department store chain has been their policy that a customer can return almost anything at almost any time.  Yes, unscrupulous customers often taken advantage of this, yet it is a policy that keeps them and others coming back time after time, as do the various discounts and sales.

Investors require proof.

Cold feet in love and cold feet in business.  Reluctance in both can often be remedied with proof, proof that things can turn out for the best, proof that the risk is worth it.  In the series, Mr. Moray courts Katherine Glendenning (Elaine Cassidy) for love, and her father for his money.  Mr. Glendenning (Patrick Malahide) is hesitant both to invest in The Paradise, and to give Katherine’s hand to Moray in marriage.  “Haste is the enemy of love,” he tells his headstrong daughter, all while Moray looks upon both with calculating eyes.  Moray, we quickly find, is fine with waiting in love, but not in business.  Thus, he puts all his efforts into wowing Glendenning the banker with a huge sale at the store, a risk that turns out to be a success.  He also gives Katherine the teasing hope that more time will ease his reluctance to marry.

Loyalty goes both ways.

As a businessman (or a lover), if you expect loyalty from your employees, you should give them your loyalty in return.  A great boss is distinguished by his or her willingness to give their employees the benefit of the doubt when conflicts arise.  When a shop boy is accused of an indiscretion, Moray takes the time to find out the full story before condemning him.  He understands that a well-run business relies not only upon customer loyalty, but also upon the morale of the employees.

A great boss will also know the strengths of their employees and put them to good use, much like Moray continually seeks out new ideas from the veritable light bulb, Denise, and spends time flattering the middle aged Miss Audrey (Sarah Lancashire) who runs the women’s clothing department.  Miss Audrey is herself a born flatterer, a born saleswoman.

Business is Business.

At the end of the day, business is business, and only has a fleeting comparison with real love, but the dance of both, the game of both, can be very similar.  Both involve desire.  What makes Mr. Moray a great businessman makes him a terrifying suitor, a threat to all women.  As a businessman alone, he would make a terrible husband, much like a successful courtesan would make a terrible wife.

The strength of the series, however, is that it shows if one truly cares for and about people, one can be successful both in business and in love.  Customers (and ladies) can be won with time and care.  Moray isn’t a ruthless businessman with no scruples, because he knows he would put himself out of business.  Likewise, he is willing to court Katherine Glendenning, but won’t commit to her until he is ready for marriage.  Denise is a good saleswoman because she genuinely believes in the products and the future of The Paradise, and sees that both can be a benefit to the customers.

The series portrays the dangers of business and falling prey to consumerism, but it also shows the positive side, something we see far too little of in a day and age where the biased ruling of an elite government is held up as the only way the common man can have a chance.  In business, we are not victims needing to be saved by our “betters,” but equals in our striving for success.  A good sale is satisfactory on both ends, where both parties get what they desire in an amiable way that hinges not on their social strata so much as their being able to deliver as promised.  One ingenuity against another.

(To be continued in Part Two)

The Martian at the Diner

liftarn_Warning_for_aliensAlice sat at the table across from him and tried to pretend he didn’t exist.  This was correct behavior, because, of course, he didn’t actually exist outside of her head.  Still, the Martian stared at her, watching her eat her syrupy pancakes bite by bite.

With long, red fingers, the Martian fiddled with a metal fork.  The sound of tapping on the formica table echoed in Alice’s ears, but no one else looked up from their breakfast at the diner.

“How do you even know what a Martian looks like, honey?”  He narrowed his slit-like eyes, pressing the lids into a thin line.  “It’s not like you’ve ever seen one.”

“Of course I haven’t, they don’t exist.”  Alice answered him in her head between bites.  The sweetness of the meal calmed her nerves and she took another bite.

“Then, how do you explain me sitting here?”

“I read a book last night about an alien invasion and the descriptions stuck in my head.”  Too late, Alice realized she’d said that last sentence out loud.  She put a sticky hand over her mouth, and her eyes widened as a baseball-capped trucker at the counter turned to give her an appraising look.

“Alien invasion?”  His face was all graying hairs and acne scars, but a grin of perfect, white teeth broke through that, and Alice saw that once upon a time he must have had another, easier life.  The Martian snorted and made a rude comment about the trucker as the man tipped his hat to their table, grabbed his plate and coffee cup, and made to slide in on the Martian’s side of the booth.  Being not actually there, the Martian didn’t have a choice, and was squished against the large-windowed wall like a folded up bug.  Alice chuckled.

“So, alien invasion?”  The trucker carefully set his plate and cup down and flashed that fantastic smile once again.  “I like those stories too.”

Alice dipped a cloth napkin in her water glass and used it to scrub the syrup from her hands.

“The problem is, that after I read them, I go around thinking I see aliens everywhere.”

“Maybe you do.”  The trucker lifted his ceramic mug to his face.  Alice was amazed he could even find his mouth in the middle of his wild, overgrown beard.  “In fact, I think the alien invasion has already happened.”

“Why do you think that?”  The Martian spat out, looking terribly uncomfortable pressed up against the wall.  His elongated head was tilted towards the window, and one red, pointed ear stuck to the glass like a Christmas poinsettia plants that often sat in windows during the winter.

Seeing that the trucker’s dark brown eyes twinkled, Alice laced her fingers on top of the table and said, “What if I told you there was an alien sitting next to you right now?  A Martian.”

The trucker sat back against the booth and turned to look at the Martian.  The Martian stared back, rounding his eyes now in a dare of some sort.

“Not much to look at, is he?”  The trucker carelessly aimed a thumb in his direction.  “Seems like those descriptions you were talking about need work.”

Alice laughed.  “You’re right, they do need work.”  She looked down at her bag lying next to her on the booth bench.  Inside rested five spiral notebooks and an out-of-date laptop.  The trucker’s eyes followed hers.

“I knew it,” he chuckled.  “You’re a writer, too, aren’t you?”

Alice blushed.  “They never get it right, the alien stories, and so I wanted to write one of my own.”

The trucker held up a finger and fished around in the back pocket of his jeans.  Alice held onto the edge of the table, readying herself in case she should need to run.  She’d come across many strange people during her mornings at the diner.

She didn’t need to worry.  The trucker pulled out a small notebook and flipped it open on the table next to her now empty plate.

“I write too.  Poetry.”

“Poetry?”  The Martian wrinkled the skin around a hole in his face that on a better looking being would have been a proper nose.

“Alien invasion poetry.  It’s a genre I created.  I write it on my breaks.”

Alice peeked at the title of his latest work.  “The Saga of the Space Titan.  It sounds…promising.”  She blushed as he flashed his teeth once again.  “Mine’s called The Martian in the Cornfield.  It’s a comedy.”

The trucker bit his lip.  “Say, you ever think about writing a collaborative story?”

He did have nice eyes underneath those furry brows.

“What would we write about?”  Alice pushed a wisp of her own gray-black hair behind her ear.

“Oh, please.”   The Martian rolled his eyes.

“How about a diner?  This diner?  And all the customers are actually aliens.”

“Is it a love story?”  Alice vaguely remembered brushing mascara on her eyelashes that morning.  It made her eyes look larger, more luminous.

“It could be.”  The trucker chuckled and held out his mug for more coffee as the elderly waitress on skates rolled past their booth.  She filled his cup and moved on to a group of teens in the corner.

“I know, I know!”  The Martian raised his hand in a frantic, mocking sort of way.  “How about writing The Worst Pick-Up Lines for Authors Ever?  Ever!”

“You hear that?”  The trucker nodded to Alice.  “I think he’s dissing us.”

Alice shrugged.  “He’s just mad that his book is out of print now.  I’m the first person to borrow his book from the library in over twenty years.”

“Ouch, that is rough.”  The trucker inclined his head in sympathy towards the window.  The Martian made a sulking, almost human face and curled himself into a ball.

“I’ve thought of writing him a sequel someday, to give him a better ending,” Alice offered.  “Currently he is a slave in a bottomless pit.  Tragic.”

“Maybe he should move to the diner.  Have a new life with all of the other aliens.”  The trucker pulled out a pen.  “My name’s Al, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Al.  I’m Alice.”  She yanked a notebook out of the confines of her bag.  “I think the Martian needs a girlfriend.  Maybe one of the waitresses.  He deserves some happiness in his life, don’t you think?”

“Well, you know him best.  I haven’t read his story yet.”  The trucker shrugged.

Alice looked to the sad, balled up Martian and realized he was fading.  “A new life is really what he needs.”

“Don’t we all, especially these days?  Now, first of all we need a title.”

“And an ending.  You can’t start something if you don’t know how it ends.”

Al shook his head.  “Not knowing the ending is the best part of everything.”

“Isn’t the journey the best part?”

“What does your Martian think?”

Alice regarded the last, disappearing remnants of the alien.  “I think, sourpuss that he is, he’s just happy to have a story at all.”

The two writers bent their heads over their respective notebooks and scribbled away long into the afternoon.  They parted ways, but promised to meet again the very next week, for Al had a commission that would take him through that town and he always had time for a leisurely breakfast.  That night, Alice dreamed of aliens with fuzzy beards and warm brown eyes.  Her Martian sighed over it all, but seemed content in his new existence as a million dollar stock broker who wore fancy suits, but took his meals in an old-fashioned diner where the hot coffee and pancakes kept on coming, and where a certain leggy blond on roller skates had captured his attention.

The Ultimate Super Power

In writing fantasy and/or science fiction, it’s the job of the writer to come up with awesome, or at the very least, amusing super powers that their heroes or villains may possess.  As a Christian, I am time and again struck by how inadequate our imagination is, for we can’t come up with a power as amazing as the ultimate super power: the ability to forgive sins.  

Think about it, we may forgive each other for indiscretions, for breaking the laws of the land, etc., but we can in no way ensure that a person’s sins are completely gone, that they are forgotten, and that the person is now pure.  We can’t make them perfect in the eyes of everyone whoever lived, for future generations, and especially in the face of the laws written on our hearts, and even in those same the laws of the land.

A killer may repent, and may be “forgiven” by the world, but that sin will never truly be forgotten.  People will never stop thinking of that person as a killer.  Every job or loan application, every time his or her name is searched on the internet, their sin will still stand there accusing them.  One sin has tainted them forever.  One sin.  And just think how many wrongs we commit in a lifetime, how many bad thoughts we have, and how many times we fail to do the right thing.

Jesus Christ, the world’s savior, and every human’s personal savior, has the power to forgive sins.  He can and has erased our sins, taking them onto Himself so that by faith in Him we can stand the judgement of that law, written on our hearts, the law that is the absolute justice of God.  Through faith in Jesus, a killer can become innocent again; a liar, a truth teller; a rapist, a protector of those weaker than himself.  With true forgiveness of sins, all good things are possible, where before only evil was possible in the heart of man.

What’s flying or super strength or speed compared to that?  It doesn’t hold a candle to what Jesus can do.  Our fictional heroes are always confined in a way that God will never be.  Maybe that’s why it’s so hard to believe in Jesus for many.  His power is really beyond our imagination.  It’s a power that doesn’t make sense, it’s a power of love.  Love, now that really doesn’t make sense.  Who of us is worthy of love?  But God does love us, and sent Jesus to die for us so that we wouldn’t have to suffer the punishment for the awful things that we do and have done.

For me, this is the ultimate super power.

“And getting into a boat he crossed over and came to his own city. 2 And behold, some people brought to him a paralytic, lying on a bed. And when Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic,
 “Take heart, my son; your sins are forgiven.” 
3 And behold, some of the scribes said to themselves, “This man is blaspheming.” 4 But Jesus, knowing their thoughts, said,“Why do you think evil in your hearts?
5 For which is easier, to say, ‘Your sins are forgiven,’ or to say, ‘Rise and walk’? 
6 But that you may know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”—he then said to the paralytic—“Rise, pick up your bed and go home.” 7 And he rose and went home. 8 When the crowds saw it, they were afraid, and they glorified God, who had given such authority to men.” –Matthew 9:1-7 (ESV)

Once in a Lifetime Concert

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The theater: Italian renaissance decor as envisioned by the 1920’s American Midwest.  The player: The fastest violinist in the world…and his rock band.  (Incidentally, I now think every classical musician  deserves a rock band).

David Garrett, Music Live tour at the State Theater in Minneapolis, Minnesota.

When my friend said she had an extra ticket for a David Garrett concert, she was lucky that I actually knew who he was, and I only knew who he was through Facebook.  About a year ago, someone shared a video of him playing and I was hooked: Master violinist restyled as a rock star, and also easy on the eyes in a rather scruffy, Kurt Cobain-like way.

From 80’s rock themes to tangos to Gypsy folk tunes, the concert was truly amazing, a once in a lifetime experience.  The theater only holds about 2,000 or so people, so it afforded a more intimate experience than other venues.  The playing and the decor evoked images of the 1700’s, and I imagine Mr. Garrett would fit very well back in that time if he happened to fall into a time machine and be trapped there indefinitely.

The concert, though, brought back a memory to me of another once in a lifetime violin concert that I went to a couple of years ago.  The violinist was an old friend of the family, now grown up to be a teenager, and her playing at the chapel at our local Bethany Lutheran College brought to tears to my eyes.  I don’t know if I will ever get to hear Miriam, or, more properly, Sonoko Miriam Shimano Welde, play again, or David Garrett for that matter.  Both were obviously gifted children, and I for one am glad that they’ve decided to share their gift with the world.  How many people have incredible talent and never share it, never work at, never become masters of that talent?

Mr. Garrett shared a few humorous stories of life on the road and the loneliness it can bring.  Pursuing art can be difficult for many, I think, because for most arts there is isolation involved.  I’ve found this to be true in writing.  You can’t get very far talking about writing, you just have to write.  The same goes for music, you just have to play and practice.  The practice, especially, is where the solitary factor comes in.

In watching a concert, the musicians make it look so easy, but countless hours upon hours of practice have built up to that amazing moment.  Hours and perhaps time spent away from loved ones that the audience can barely comprehend.  Whether in mastering a symphony, or writing an epic poem, or inventing a light bulb, or leaving home and family to serve the poor in body and spirit, sacrifice is always involved.  We give something up, personal comfort, time, or money, for something greater than ourselves.  That time of sacrifice is the awesome part, the “journey” part of our life’s quest.  That journey is what makes us all unique, all “once in the universe” people.  No one either before or after us will have the exact same life history, the same pursuits, the same pleasures, or the same connections with people around them.  We are all unique, yet we’re all the same in being unique.  A sort of paradoxical state of being, but there you have it.

And, now that I’m done with my rambling, I’m going to go and do some actual story writing and continue on my own personal journey and epic quest.  I salute violinists everywhere and wish I could be one of you, but I’ll settle for being a writer and a somewhat mediocre piano player.  Although, someday, I just might write an epic novel about dueling, magical violinists…who are also sword fighters…and who time travel.  Don’t put it past me, because this journey isn’t done yet.

TfD Origins — April 25th, 2010

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Playing around more with fantasy and also second person point of view and present tense.  Happy reading, and don’t forget that Trolls for Dust, Season One is only $1 this month on amazon.com and bn.com. 🙂

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April 25, 2010 (Story One Hundred Seven)

You never really know if you’re going crazy or not.  Sometimes you see things like little flicks of movement at the corner of your vision. Perhaps it’s a cockroach or spider or mouse, but when you jerk your head and nothing is there, you feel foolish and hope that no one saw.

Sometimes you sit up late reading a book and you sense that someone is standing there just in front of you and off to the side.  Slowly, fearfully, you lower the book and look over the top of the pages, only to find just the dark doorway or a coat hung over a chair. …

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