tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261740.post111144623457498692..comments2024-01-31T03:00:44.846-06:00Comments on Confessions of a Would-Be Writer: My Father, the HamsterLynn Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13444488890483608914noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10261740.post-1111491946831240632005-03-22T05:45:00.000-06:002005-03-22T05:45:00.000-06:00Really interesting, Lynn. And I've missed your blo...Really interesting, Lynn. And I've missed your blogs the last few days. I check here often.<BR/><BR/>I love a bit of fantasy, absolutely, which is one reason I'm a sci-fi reader. Such a great escape from the day to day, and the furthest thing from my reality. However, it can't be too far. There's a thin line between a work which transports you to another realm, and one that is so 'other-wordly' there is nothing to relate to and it leaves this reader behind.<BR/><BR/>No matter the situation, I need to find the point of human connection. The place where I can climb inside the story and imagine being there and *feel* something- not just watch from a sterile distance as it unfolds. <BR/><BR/>If I don't get that, then I miss the escape.<BR/><BR/>I do tend towards books the have blurbs like "quirky!" and "whimsical!" And I promise you if there's a single "gritty!" or "unflinching!" on the front, I run like all heck the other way.<BR/><BR/>I do want the fantasy.<BR/><BR/>So, offer escape to galaxies far, far away, a future in peril, planets at war, time-travel, etc., just don't forget to take me with you!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com