Tuesday, April 14, 2015

When Women Were Warriors



     When Women Were Warriors by Catherine M. Wilson is an Epic Adventure novel (not really action adventure, but adventure none-the-less), but it's also a coming of age story for our 16 y/o protagonist, Tamras. The story is told first person, and Mrs. Wilson's voice as an author was a bit jarring at first, for me anyway, but I soon found that it actually set the mood for the time era.  The story is set in the British Isles in the Bronze Age when tribes fought tribes over land and goods.

     I want to start by saying that my two favorite genres are Epic Fantasy, followed closely by Sci-fi.  If I had to pick a 3rd it would be realistic fiction based in the warrior's era (like this book is).  There's something about a story set in the time of the creation of civilization that just appeals to me.  Having said that, I had high expectations going in to this read, so I may be harder on Mrs. Wilson than I should be.

     Okay, so on to the review...

     Tamras is the oldest daughter of the oldest daughter in a line of warriors from her tribe.  Women won their shields as warriors through laurels in battle and war.  She, like her mother, is not large in stature, but given her birthright she is meant to be a warrior.  

     In her society, there is an old legend of a queen who lost a daughter in a hunting accident to a neighboring clan.  The enraged queen, readied for battle, but on the morning her clan was ready to ride out, a young woman rode into their village, unarmed, and offered herself to the queen as a peace offering from the offending clan's queen.  The young woman was the daughter of the neighboring clan's queen.  She came with a message that the queen could take her life to replace the daughter she lost, or take her as her daughter as she saw fit.  The grieving queen took the young woman as her daughter and peace was found between the would-be feuding clans.  And so the tradition of sending the oldest daughter to the neighboring clan as an offering of peace began.

     Tamras's story begins when she is sent to a much larger neighboring clan as part of this tradition.  She hopes to become a warrior and earn her shield, but when she arrives, she finds that they have much larger women as warriors, and she can only be a companion for one of the bigger warriors.  On top of that, she is given a fairly ill-tempered warrior named Maara who doesn't wish the aid of a companion.

     Maara is gravely injured, and the house healer leaves sleeping herbs for Tamra to administer so that Maara can die in peace.  Tamras is angry with Maara, and decides to try to heal her instead so that Maara would owe her her life.  When Maara doesn't die in the night as the healer expected, she laid Maara's life in Tamras's hands, and tells her that she did her no favors because now she would die a long suffering death from infection.  Tamras manages to heal Maara, but is shamed by her motive behind it, and confesses her shame to the ill-tempered woman.  Maara seems to like her candor, and the two begin the journey towards friendship.

     The characters are well developed and the slow plot is pleasant.  The story is great.  It would make a wonderful YA book, but there are two, pretty heavy, lesbian lover scenes.  They weren't pornographically descriptive, though they were racy, so I couldn't recommend the book to youth without a good parental guidance.  It was kind of a shame because it otherwise would have been a book I would have loved to have my 12 y/o daughter read.

     By the end of the book, you can't help but love both Maara and Tamras because Mrs. Wilson really has a way of connecting her audience with the characters through common hopes, dreams, and inner struggles.

     I'm not a huge fan of the lesbian love scenes, but the story was great aside from those, so I give it 



Monday, April 13, 2015

The Secret



     The Secret is a motivational book, written by Rhonda Byrne, made into a movie.  I'm sure most of you have at least heard of it.  I was working in Sales when this came out, so naturally it was a hot commodity in my business, and we watched it as soon as it came out, but we were reminded of it just recently.

     We had an upset in our house with my daughter when she didn't get a part in a play which she really wanted.  She was up all night crying about it.  Before her audition, she was being very negative.  The whole time before the audition, my wife kept whispering, "secret, secret, secret" like they do in the movie, and of course my daughter had no idea what she was talking about.  So when she didn't get the part, and my daughter said she knew she wouldn't, my wife decided we needed to watch this with her.  I'm kind of glad I did because even with the corny stuff in the movie, the overall message is very good.

     Basically, the "Secret" is the law of attraction.  If you focus on good stuff, your mind sends out a message to the universe to bring you more good stuff.  If you focus on bad stuff, your mind doesn't know the difference, and sends out a message to bring more bad stuff.  Byrne even goes so far as to relate it to Aladdin and the Genie in the lamp.  All Aladdin had to do is wish and his wish was the all-powerful genie's command.  All we have to do is ask, and truly imagine/believe that we will receive, and the universe will make it happen.

     I'm one of those people that these motivational speakers hate because I don't believe in genies.  However, this tactic actually works, just not in they way they make it seem.  If you focus on something, and truly put it first and foremost in your thoughts, works, and deeds, you'll accomplish that thing.  Even if it takes decades and a thousand failed attempts, you will eventually get it right.  So the law of attraction is true because you make stuff happen by your continued effort.

     The other aspect to this is attitude.  You can have the exact same day (all the ups and downs) and if you look at it with a positive view, it will be a good day vs. if you look at it with a negative view it would be a bad day.  Also, when you are positive, people react to that, and treat you positively (for the most part).  So attitude is everything.  I believe that that is really what makes people successful.  Society is more willing to move for a positive, happy person than for the die-hard cynic.  And all that is not to mention the fact that if you're positive, you will feel more fulfilled even if you aren't as successful as you had dreamed in the beginning.

     I think that this is a great movie to watch, or book to read, regardless of what you want to achieve in life.  It's always good to be reminded how far a positive outlook on life will take you. 

     I give this movie



Thursday, April 9, 2015

Self-Motivating




     I got this from Top achievement.  It's a good site to visit if you need a pick-me-up, or direction in life.  It's not author-specific, just motivation for life.

No one can motivate anyone to do anything. All a person can do for another is
provide them with incentives to motivate themselves. Here are ten very effective
strategies to help you get up and get moving toward actualizing your enormous,
untapped potential.

* Be willing to leave your comfort zone. The greatest barrier to achieving your
potential is your comfort zone. Great things happen when you make friends with your discomfort zone.

* Don’t be afraid to make mistakes. Wisdom helps us avoid making mistakes and comes from making a million of them.
* Don’t indulge in self-limiting thinking. Think empowering, expansive thoughts.
*Choose to be happy. Happy people are easily motivated. Happiness is your
birthright so don’t settle for anything else.

* Spend at least one hour a day in self-development. Read good books or listen to inspiring tapes. Driving to and from work provides an excellent opportunity to listen to self-improvement tapes.
* Train yourself to finish what you start. So many of us become scattered as we
try to accomplish a task. Finish one task before you begin another.

* Live fully in the present moment. When you live in the past or the future you
aren’t able to make things happen in the present.

* Commit yourself to joy. C.S. Lewis once said, “Joy is the serious business of
heaven.”

* Never quit when you experience a setback or frustration. Success could be just
around the corner.

* Dare to dream big dreams. If there is anything to the law of expectation then we are moving in the direction of our dreams, goals and expectations.
The real tragedy in life is not in how much we suffer, but rather in how much we
miss, so don’t miss a thing.

Charles Dubois once said, “We must be prepared, at any moment, to sacrifice who we are for who we are capable of becoming.”

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

The Undecideds Chapt. 5



     Once again, this is all very rough work.  I hardly read this over before posting it, and there are a lot of parts I would change, but I've got to get back to my other book, so here's chapter 5 of the book I'm writing with my daughter.

Chapter 5

                The rest of that school day seemed to go on forever.  Rachel  had missed her Angelology, and Predatory classes, but she felt confident that she knew enough about those two guilds that she wouldn’t really be behind.  She walked in halfway through her Math Class, but the teacher didn’t say a word.  Rachel figured that the teacher had probably heard the gossip about the Co-Leaders of the Angel Guild showing up, and didn’t want to have any part of that trouble.  Math was easy, and this class seemed to be review compared to her private tutelage.  The new student’s assembly and orientation was next on her schedule.  Rachel wondered if the principal had had enough time to compose herself after the encounter with her parents.  She would find out soon enough.
The entire school met in the gymnasium for the assembly.  The second year kids were singing the school anthem when Rachel and the rest of the first year students arrived.  The gymnasium was enormous.  Rachel found herself lost in awe, temporarily forgetting her misery.  She and the rest of the first year students filed in, most with only a ball of fur in tow.  The second year students had a wide variety of spirit beasts.  Some were fully developed, but stayed at Undecided’s Intermediate because they didn’t want to switch schools half-way through.  Most, though, only had partially developed beasts.  Balls of fur with lion’s faces, or legs and no face, or goat heads, or arms, were all hooting and howling at the new students.  The gym was noise in a box.
There were cheerleaders on the basketball court rallying the crowd.  There was a mascot of a dragon, which was the school’s mascot because it was a legendary beast that nobody had had for thousands of years, dancing around the court.  It must have taken three or four students to operate the enormous costume.  Rachel smiled, in spite of her horrible day.
Once all the students were seated the principal took the pulpit and everyone quieted down.  Principal Winehart looked to be put back together as she welcomed the new students to Undecided’s Intermediate School.  She was halfway through her welcome speech when someone yelled, “Principal Whiner Baby.”  The rest of the school burst out in laughter.  Rachel’s cheeks burned.  The Principal looked to have been physically knocked back a step, and Rachel thought she saw her bottom lip quiver.
Principal Winehart smoothed her grey skirt down at her hips and took a step back up to the microphone.  A deep scowl settled on her face as she scanned the student body.  Most of the kids quieted down.  A few of the older boys were chanting, “Whiner Baby,” but eventually that too died out.  The Principal found Rachel in the crowd, and held up her hand to quiet the rest of the students.  All of the other students raised their hands and shut their mouths.  Rachel figured it must have been a sign to be quiet in the school.  They never needed such tactics in the Angel’s Elementary School she attended.  She shyly raised her hand and looked down at her feet to avoid eye contact with the principal.
“Rachel Sie,” the principal said in a commanding voice.  “Come to the pulpit at once!”
The students all around Rachel looked at her.  She felt her ears burning.  She didn’t want to, but felt herself stand up and start walking towards the pulpit, just the same.  She never took her eyes from her feet, but she knew that everyone was looking at her.  A few of the children whispered things to one another, but mostly the gym was dead silent.  Rachel could hear her heart beating in her ears with a loud whooshing sound.  After what seemed like the longest walk in her entire life, she found herself standing in front of the pulpit at the center of the gymnasium.
Principal Winehart covered the microphone with her hand and leaned around the pulpit towards Rachel.  “Been talking about what happened in my office, have we?”
Rachel looked up in shock, shaking her head, “No, I swe…”
“Hush,” the principal cut her off.  “I’ll have no lies to save your hide.” 
Rachel had thought the principal looked pleasant, and even beautiful in her own way, before.  Now, she looked mean.  And she wore a scowl that looked to be easily brought forth.  Her cat was sitting at her heels with the hair on its back raised.  A low moan resonating from the cat made Rachel sick with worry about what Principal Winehart had in store for her.
The principal took her hand from the microphone and looked back towards the students gathered at the assembly.  “This is Rachel Sie, daughter of Saul Sie and Claudia Sie, the Co-Leaders of the Angel Guild.”  She motioned to one of the other teachers, and he brought a sawhorse looking stand in front of the pulpit.  “Bend over it, Miss Sie.”
Rachel didn’t know what the sawhorse stand was, but she knew she didn’t want to bend over it.  Once again, she felt herself walking over to it anyway.  She felt numb.  She bent over the sawhorse with her face a bright red hue.  The principal walked around the pulpit and behind her.  Suddenly, Rachel felt a sharp pain on her rear-end.  She cried out, instinctively, and stood up slightly.  The male teacher pushed her shoulders back down over the sawhorse just as she received another thrashing on her rear-end.  Rachel tried to cover her bottom with her hands, but the rod struck her hands instead, causing even greater pain than her bottom, so she quickly moved them.  Principal Winehart struck her ten times in total.  By the sixth lash, Rachel was bawling.  The lashings hurt, but more than anything she was humiliated.  She had never been spanked growing up.  The Angel Guild’s elementary schools would never dream of striking a child.  Physical violence was considered barbaric to all in the Angel Guild, but here, they obviously had different ideas about it.
When the ordeal was over, the principal courtly said, “Stop your blubbering and return to your seat.”  Rachel tried to stifle her crying, but couldn’t seem to stop.  Her breath came in racking sobs as she tried with all her might to stop crying.  A few of the kids snickered at her, but most sat upright in fear of the horror they had just witnessed.  Obviously, some of them weren’t use to physical discipline either.  When she reached her seat, she sat down quickly, trying to hide from the thousands of eyes watching her.  The moment her bottom hit the seat she cried out in shock from the painful welts on her bottom.
Principal Winehart slowly walked back behind the pulpit and stood staring at Rachel until she looked up.  She was still holding the thin rod she had used to lash Rachel’s bottom.  Rachel felt angry,  humiliated, and scared all at once.  The principal held her gaze for a while before a self-satisfied smile crossed her lips.
She looked around at the rest of the student body and said, “She has the most powerful and influential parents among you, but she is not above me in my own school.  Just the rest of you think about that the next time you think to open your mouths.”  The gym was silent.  Even the second-year students were sobered by what they had witnessed.  The principal finished her speech and sat down.  Several other faculty members spoke to the students, but Rachel didn’t hear a word of what was said.  She sat in her seat in a daze.  Sometime the students would clap.  Sometimes they would laugh, but Rachel just stared at her feet, wishing the day would end.
After the assembly the students returned to their classes.  Rachel noticed that they studiously ignored her.  Some went so far as to turn their heads away from her as they walked past.  Rachel filed out of the gym with the rest of the students, and into the hall.  She had no idea where her next class was, nor did she care.  She just started walking down the hall with the flow of students leaving the gym. 
David found her and asked her something.  His voice sounded like it was coming from the opening of a deep well.  She turned to him and asked, “What?”
David smiled his goofy smile, and took her notebook from her hand, opening it up to her schedule.  “Ah, economics.  I know where that is, I’ll walk you.”
Rachel nodded numbly, and walked with David to her next class.  He was jabbering on about how he was sorry the principal had done that to her and how he knew she wasn’t use to that kind of punishment.  She hardly heard a word of what he was saying.  When they got to her economics class, David said his goodbyes and left her standing in the doorway.  Rachel could see the kids inside pointing and whispering to one another.  Tears filled her eyes, and she turned and ran down the hall.
She bumped into several students along the way, they yelled at her, but she didn’t stop nor did she hear a word of what they were saying.  She ran until she was at the front entrance of the school.  She saw the light of day beaming in through the glass doors of the large entryway, and ran for them.  Before she knew it, she was halfway home, and her lungs were burning with the effort to keep her panting.  She had a painful stitch in her side, and had to stop to catch her breath.  Her heaving panting turned into sobs, and she fell to her hands and knees, half crying and half gasping for air.
She cried for a long while before she ran out of tears.  Once she was able to stop, she felt something deep within her.  It wasn’t anger, or hurt, or sadness, but it was a powerful feeling.  It was a feeling of determination and strength.  She had never felt the likes of this before.  She knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she would never cry again.  She wiped her nose on the back of her hand and picked herself up.  With shaky arms, she wiped away the streams of tears from her face.  Some had already dried to salty streaks, but she didn’t care anymore. 
Her parents were the cause of all of this, she was certain.  She wanted nothing more to do with the politics of the Angel Guild.  She marched the rest of the way home, knowing nobody would be there.  When she got home, she went to her room and started packing her things.  She didn’t really have any idea where she was going, but she knew she didn’t want to be there anymore.  Once she had a bag full of clothes, she went to the kitchen, and got some bread, and peanut butter and jelly.  She stuffed them in with her clothes and zipped the bag closed.  She didn’t want there to be any question as to where she went, so she decided to leave a note.  She wanted her parents to know that they had brought this on themselves.  She wanted them to hurt like she hurt, know that they had driven her away.
She put the pen to the paper and started to write:
Dear Mom and Dad,
                I cannot bear to live with the Angel Guild’s dictates anymore.  They seem to be constantly contradicting themselves, and I’m tired of hearing them all the time.  I can’t do anything right! I’m tired of feeling smothered all the time, so I’m running away.
                You ruined my life today when you came to my school and threatened my principal.  She struck me ten times with a rod in front of the entire school.  I have never been so humiliated in all of my life, and it’s all your fault.  I can never forgive you.  This is just the last thing in a long line of horrible things I’ve had to endure because I’m the daughter of the Angel Guild leaders.  The Angel Guild is full of hypocrites and so are its leaders.
                Don’t bother coming to look for me.  I’m never coming home, and I don’t want  to have anything to do with this family, or this guild ever again.
                Rachel
                Rachel read the letter over several times, thinking about changing different parts, but finally decided to just keep it the way she wrote it.  She picked up her bag and walked to the door.  Her stomach gave a little flurry when she opened the door and looked back into her house for the last time.  She took a deep breath, and closed the door behind her.