Monday, January 28, 2013

To See through the Eyes of a Child

How do you see me, with innocent eyes gazing up?
A man to be feared, like a father unworthy of the title?
Or another wanderer through this thing called life
A haggard reflection of the future?
Tell me, what does the child see?
He sees what we teach him to
Yes, but there is more.  More to the child's gaze
Closer to the truth of things then is comfortable
And so the wicked rail in that reflection
And so Just smile and pray;
'Forget the sins of the Father
And walk bold, little one, head held high
So that we might be reflected in glory
And know but a moment of Hope
In your innocent eyes, gazing up.'

Friday, January 25, 2013

The Issue with Fantasy…



‘So, what’s your book about?’

When I’m talking to someone about my writing and this question comes up, I always feel the need to first explain that ‘it’s a fantasy novel’.  But why?  Well, from my stand point, it comes down to stigma.  Whether real or imaged, I can’t help but see the divide between contemporary fiction and fantasy or sci-fi.  Of course, that’s my issue and I know that many readers out there are simply concerned with reading a good tale, no matter the genre.  That’s not to say, however, that I haven’t come across those who have scoffed at the mere notion of “Fantasy”.