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Where I've been

Posted by opheliacrane on September 11, 2017 at 10:45 AM



Soooo, I've been busy.


Yes, I know I promised more books this year. Sadly, that's not how things are working out. I'm STILL working on rEvolution, but I'll be cranking up the heat over the next few weeks to get ready for Nanowrimo.


Wait? You don't know what Nanowrimo is??  Oh, well, let me tell you.


So, all the little writer boys and girls in the world hopes to create that one great novel that will take the world by storm and every year the Novel Writing Gods come down from the clouds grant a boon to the writer that can complete an entire novel in thirty days time. Many try, few succeed, but all are granted the love of the muses for exercising our creative brains. As with many years, I plan to enter the gauntlet once again in the hopes of coming out of it with a brand spanking new novel.

But that can't happen until I finish
rEvolution. Soo...yeah. First draft will FINALLY be done before November. When I do get it started, come show me some love on the Nanowrimo website.



Outside of that, all things are plugging along. Just be patient with me folks.



In other news, this Saturday I will be at the Meccacon at the Detroit Public Library!  Come by and say hello!  


ALSO!  If you're out and about in the Detroit Area, you can now find my books in your local library!  If your library is a part of The Library Network, you can find them! So, if you can't wait to own, then borrow!  Get a jump on my novels today!


-- O ~
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Thank you Ann Arbor!!!

Posted by opheliacrane on June 18, 2017 at 10:40 AM


Thanks so much Ann Arbor Book Festival!!!  I had a blast!  <3<3<3

News!!

Posted by opheliacrane on June 6, 2017 at 10:50 AM


Hey. Hey look who's gonna be at the art fair!!  Wait, wait, I'll get to that in a second.


First off, I know, I’ve been a bad writer lately. I haven’t been updating my blog nor updating anyone on what I’m up to. I realize that that’s what the modern independent author has to do to generate some kind of buzz for herself but…

Well, life gets in the way sometimes. What can I say? Let me just update you on a few things that I’ve been working on.

rEvolution is done – the first draft, anyway, and like everything I’ve ever written in life, I’m not happy with it at the moment. That’s okay, though. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about my writing is that I’m my own worst critic. I’m sure you all will feel differently once you get the book in your hot little hands.

It’s currently going through some major changes, however and that’s set me back considerably for publication. Hang tight, though. Hopefully, I’ll be done by the end of summer so I can get on with my other projects.

So, the BOOK FAAAAIIIIRRR!!!

I will be in Ann Arbor on June 17th at the Ann Arbor Book Festival! I will be there hocking my books and socializing with a great many of you wonderful readers out there, so if you happen to be in the area, stop by my booth and say hello! I’ll be the one with the blue tablecloth.

I gotta tell you, I am EXCITED. This is my first time at a book festival and I’m stoked to get out there in the world to let people know that I’m here and ready to share my inner world with you! Maybe you haven’t noticed from the decorations around my site lately, but it’s kind of a big deal to me . 

As always, stay tuned and I hope I see you guys next Saturday!

--O


So, we need to talk

Posted by opheliacrane on February 23, 2017 at 11:30 AM


 

First, let me begin by letting you know that “Three A.M.” will be available on Lulu on March 1st. It will be available everywhere else in April (date to be announced later), but don’t let that stop you from reading! It’s my personal collection of short stories I’ve gathered over the last ten years. I have it on good authority that it is a really good book.

 

Now that that’s out of the way, I need to you talk to you about the project I am working on now. Those of you who know me pretty well know that while I might not engage in very many political arguments, I am a pretty political and patriotic person. I have opinions about the state of our country, just like all of you, and like all of you, I have chosen a stance to take...or rather, it chose me.

 

That being said, you may’ve noticed that I don’t talk publicly about my political stances. I’ve learned a long time ago that the true art of debating is a dying one. We no longer absorb and listen to opposing opinions in the hopes of gaining something greater than we already knew. I don’t know if you keep up on social media or the news lately, but there is a lot of yelling going on and not a whole lot of listening.

 

But, I’m veering off track. I do have a point.

 

The point is that politically speaking, crowing about what pleases or displeases you is admirable in its own right and depending on how you go about it, it can be a wonderful way to show people who you really are as a person. By and large, I feel like this is an exciting time to live in. Whatever your political views are, you have to know that the tide is starting to turn. Change is upon us and how it hits you, personally, has the potential to change everything you now know. For some of you, that’s already starting to happen. If it hasn’t gotten to you yet, don’t worry. Change tends to rise like a flood.

 

Which leads me to my current project - rEvolution. By the title, you might surmise that it’s your garden variety “Fight the Power” story. Though, there are many anarchist themes involved, it’s not an ‘anti-government’, ‘anti-establishment’ tale. Simply put, rEvolution follows three revolutionaries in a future America, who find their beliefs challenged when they kidnap a mysterious stranger. This book will ask the question “What if everything you know right now changed?” We all seek comfort in our private universes where we understand the way things work. Coffee is hot, there is snow in winter and my job will be there when I show up to it on Monday.

 

So, what will happen to you if all of that changes? What if we really are in The Matrix and The cake is a lie?? What do you do on the day you wake up and the sky is nothing more than light and shadow?

 

But, I’m giving too much away. I’m here to say that the first draft is nearly complete and with any luck, it’ll be out by summerish and you can find out for yourself. My hope is not to inflame, necessarily, but I do hope I paint a complete enough picture for you, dear reader, to absorb. Personally speaking, rEvolution combines my worst nightmares with my greatest hopes for humanity. I hope you get out of it what I have poured into it.

 

 

--O


 

 

Checklist for the Coming Spring!

Posted by opheliacrane on February 5, 2017 at 1:05 PM


Checklist for the coming spring…

First draft of rEvolution – In progress…but the story is starting to get bigger than I anticipated. Still hoping for spring, though.

Collection of stories – Completed! Yes, yes, I didn’t mention that I was compiling a book of short stories in my last blog. I didn’t really know if I had enough stories to put together a decent book. As it turns out, I do. Now, it’s not the tome that many writers tend to put out, but I thought it would be nice reading while you wait for the other novels I’m cranking out.

So what is this book? It’s entitled Three A.M. It showcases several stories I’ve written over the years. True to form, it sticks to no particular genre. You will find horror, science fiction, abstract, and even erotica. Yes, I have written erotica in my life. The one with the best response over the years is the one I included in this anthology – The Faery Ball. For those of you who’ve read it, I’m sure you’ll want a copy of this anthology to keep you warm at night. Do be a dear and make sure to tell your friends it’s in this collection. 

Three A.M. is scheduled to be available in mid-February.

Next on the list…

The Pride: Sacrifice Book Crossing donation – Right now! So I have about seven copies of The Pride on my shelf right now with no homes. I got to thinking that they’re not doing any good sitting on my shelf, so I’m going to donate them. Where? Well, that’s where BookCrossing.com comes in. If you don’t know about it, here’s how it works. Each of the seven books will have a tag on the inside cover with a number written in it. If you should find one of my books, then read it! Please! After you read it, take that number, go to Bookcrossing.com and enter it. From there you can see where the book has been and who’s read it. But it doesn’t stop there! Keep donating it. Drop it off at your local library or book store. Leave it on a table in a restaurant. Keep it circulating as long as you can. Bookcrossing will track the book on its journey. Fun, right?

I’ll start leaving the books wherever I happen to be in the Detroit Area. If you should find it, Read it! Then tell Book Crossing about it!

So, that's the news for now, stay tuned. I've got a lot of work coming soon!

 

 

New Year, New Work

Posted by opheliacrane on January 1, 2017 at 8:55 PM


 

So, as it happens, I’ve been pretty busy writing new things to put out this year. Not to mention trying to navigate the normal troubles of life. Things like my day job, putting myself through school, daughters getting married, daughters starting high school, etc, etc. Normal life things.

This year, however, I’m determined to get some serious production done. First thing’s first…

 

Cracked Blooms

The comedy about nurses working a doctor’s office in the age of screwball customers (you guys that work in retail know what I’m talking about) is only about three episodes in sadly. Writing a show based off of real life is difficult particularly if one is still working in that environment. It’s not impossible, however, and all things considered, the other ten episodes should be done by next fall.

 

The Pride: Royal Blood

The second book in The Pride Series has been pushed back to 2018, depending on how my other works come along. The story of the Tsavo Lions moves forward with Sa’iya, the eldest daughter of the Lion Prince Saro. As the next in line to the throne, she finds herself in a place between the life of a warrior and the political life of the heir presumptive to her grandfather’s throne. When members of the court plan a coup, she has to decide where she fits or else she and her family will perish. Sounds kind of neat, huh?

The plan has always been to get it out later next year, but life events have caused my muse to decide that something more important needs to be written first, leading me to my current project…

rEvolution

I’m not revealing any details about this one yet as it’s still in its embryo stage. That is to say, I don’t know if I’m having a boy or a girl or a three legged Rottweiler just yet. What I do know is that I plan to complete the first draft of this one by the spring. I have to be honest though, I’m kind of hoping for the three legged Rottweiler.

What I can say about the new work is that it's coming from a very personal place this time. I've been doing a lot of soul searching and I think it's long overdue for me to comment on the state of the world before us. I hope you all like it or if you don't, then I hope you at least read it and blog about how much you hate it. Hey, any press is good press, I always say.  


So, new stuff soon! And there’s always room for more along the way. Hopefully by the end of the year, I’ll have quite a catalog to peruse through. Happy 2017!

 

Time for a Drinking Game!!

Posted by opheliacrane on October 25, 2016 at 11:00 AM


Soooo….I am a huge fan of the Evil Dead series and Bruce Campbell and Sam Raimi movies in general. So, it’s no surprise that on Sunday nights, you will more than likely catch me watching Ash vs Evil Dead series on Starz. Recently, it occurred to me while watching an episode of the show (now in its sophomore season) that there should be a drinking game for it. A quick search online told me that no one has as of yet produced a comprehensive one, so I figured, eh, why not me?

So, here we go. My version of an Ash v. Evil Dead Drinking Game to play with your friends!



1. One drink for every time someone/thing turns into a Deadite.

I know what you’re thinking, here, and no everyone won’t be drunk two minutes into the show. Yes, the ‘turning into a Deadite’ thing is a part of the whole plot, but surprisingly, it usually only happens once or twice during the thirty minutes that you’re watching…unless it’s a season finale or something, then you might have to bust this rule down to a sip.


2. Two drinks every time Ash says something racist or sexist.

Double that if he manages to do it in the same sentence.


3. One drink every time someone gets covered in blood/guts/goo.

This one happens at least twice literally EVERY episode. As a bonus, you can add a bet for how long it takes for someone to get splashed with something. Tip: Potential betters should stay within the 3-5 minute range for best results.


4. One drink for every ‘Jefe’ uttered.

Make that two if it’s Pablo that says it.


5. Chug for every creative/unique kill or attack

So, this one is a special. Any Deadite can attack Ash with a knife or an axe. It takes a special kind of monster to try to kill you as tiny little doll.


6. Three drinks for anytime Ash loses a loved one.

That appears to be the theme of Ash’s life. You’d think it would happen more often. It doesn’t though. Ash has only lost a few people so far in the series.


7. One drink for every time Ash has a plan

Two if it’s a dumb one.


8. Two drinks for every drug done/mentioned.

Yes, two….in keeping in the spirit of the show.


9. One drink every time Ruby/Kelly/Any female character does something bad ass.

Because girls rule!


10. One drink every time Ash puts on the chainsaw.

Because, come on. You know you love it when he screws on the chainsaw.


11. Two drinks for every Ash-ism.

You know, like; “Hey, She-Bitch! Let’s go” or “Hail to the King, baby.” Do I really need a reason for this one?


That’s about all I could come up with. All things considered, I imagine that with just those eleven, you will more than likely get smashed within the first half of an episode. I strongly advise that all participants play responsibly!


--O

 

To My Pet Hulk

Posted by opheliacrane on October 14, 2016 at 11:45 PM


Dear H,

We need to talk. Seriously.


First, let me just say that I don’t have a problem with you. Personally, I’ve always liked having you around. When you’re on deck, you let everyone know how strong I really am. You see, there is this idea that a person who doesn’t brag about their prowess or who is soft spoken and reserved is somehow weaker than the rest of the pack. When the empty cans find themselves posting up to me as if I would run screaming in the night from their loud posturing, you have always let them know who in the fuck they are dealing with in no uncertain terms. You roar and the jungle knows to back.the.fuck.up. In that, Dear H, you have always been my protector. You’ve always looked out for me.


That being said, there is a time and a place for you to show out and I don’t think you’ve ever got a handle on when that is exactly. You don’t care about my job or if anyone is staring. You don’t care who is in your way be them family, friends, even small animals...even large animals. You could give two shits about my personal belongings - particularly the items that shatter loudly. Broken bones and lawsuits are of little concern and so are police officers and while you have yet to break any laws, I worry about spending the rest of my life in jail because I could not get your under control in time.


And here’s the thing. Fundamentally, I don’t mind your antics. Sometimes, people go too far in what they say or what they do. Sometimes, certain people really need to know where your line is so that they don’t ever cross it again. I accept that you are inside me for a very important reason. Should real shit pop off, I have no doubt that I will walk away leaving a trail of devastation in my wake. You will carry me when I need to survive against an insurmountable threat to myself or my family. When you are at the helm, I am a storm in a raging sea. I will destroy entire civilizations with a wave of my hand. I am the kind of natural disaster that history books still write about thousands of years later.


But there’s a time and a place for all that and the bottom line is that you don’t seem to know that.
And I know it’s hard - particularly right now. The climate in our world has changed a lot of people. People who used to be relatively kind and civilized are now rude and angry. Years and years of unresolved issues amongst so many groups of people are now bubbling over and invading everything all around us. You know as well as I do that those people are coming for us on a daily basis. I get it.


But you need to stop. Seriously, before somebody gets hurt. Now, I know I can’t really stop you once you get going. Trying to tell a pet hulk to chill once you’ve got your “Hulk Smash” thing on is quite ill advised and for me...well, I’m pretty powerless once you decide to push me out of the way and take over.


So, what I’m proposing is that we get a nice cage for you. Now, wait, I know how that sounds, but think of it more like that reinforced cabin in Agents of Shield instead of a cage, per se. We can outfit it with a king size bed...or whatever is above a king size for those really hard days...like maybe a God size bed or something. We can outfit it with a video game system and a big screen tv with Netflix, maybe a little porn, even. Hey, it’s Red Wings season. Wouldn’t you rather lay back and watch the Wings rather than bash someone’s face in?


Now, I can’t promise that the cage will hold you forever. I imagine the walls will get worn out and the door hinges might get rusty allowing you to bust out on occasion, but I promise you that I will try to keep the cage in good shape so those break-outs are occasional at best. I’ll find better outlets for you too so that you won’t go stir crazy. Maybe we can take up kickboxing or watch horror movies together? Or maybe we can get constructive and take up skeet shooting or increase our writing workload or work out more than once a week?


Listen, in all honesty, I want to work this out. You’ve been a part of me since I was born and I imagine we'll be together until I die. Just understand that I have to function in our semi-civilized society on a daily basis. I have to keep a job and keep social services from taking my kids away and keep myself out of an orange jumpsuit. I want to live a healthy and happy life with you, okay? Say you’ll think about it, at least. In the meantime, what do you say we pop some bubble wrap to take the edge off? It’s not breaking windows with a bat, sure, but hey, beggars can’t be choosers right?


Love,
You’re ever-present alter ego
XOXOXO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

An Open Letter to America

Posted by opheliacrane on June 14, 2016 at 8:50 PM

  Dear America,

I can’t.

I wanted to post something on my Facebook, my Twitter, but I can’t. I just can’t. Not anymore. Because it’s all the same drivel that everyone else is saying. “It’s a tragedy, a travesty, a horrifying thing that shouldn’t be happening in a society so diverse and blah, blah, fucking blah.”

Not that any of it is any less true, I just can’t.

I feel like I’m living that Groundhog’s Day movie in that I can almost predict the course of events from this point out. Citizens will grieve. We will change our profile pictures to honor the fallen. We will rant in endless posts about banning guns and Islam and faggots and the media. The politicians will feed our fears and fan the flames until we are so frightened of what may come for us that we will vote for the loudest can in lieu the most qualified. Laws might be passed, but probably not. If they are, they will be ineffective and almost laughable. And next week, we’ll be on to the next story about how Kim K had the nerve to wear flip flops and cornrows to some black-tie gala in Hollywood.
 
And we’ll all go back to sleep until someone else dies and then the cycle turns all over again. We will do it over and over again because we are not learning anything from these events. We are not doing anything to change ourselves as a society, because, truly, that is the only way things like this will stop. We all have to move towards evolution or we will disintegrate like so much paper in a campfire.

So…I can’t. I just can’t. The ability to stop and think has abandoned us for the most part. We are only reactionary in our responses. We are screaming in rage at each other. We are shifting blame to whoever is the most vulnerable or convenient at the time. We are even resorting to making up horror stories so to pull in those few who are still questioning the lie of they are all out to get us. In short, we’ve stopped thinking and started reacting. We’ve de-evolved to our reptilian brains in a world that needs calm and reflection instead of striking.

And in doing so, we are ripping ourselves apart from the inside.

I just can’t. Not in this time, not in this place, because even as I write this, I know that while I might touch someone out there, you’ll forget. You’ll forget because Johnny Depp is divorcing his wife and Steph Curry was tempted by a ‘thot’. You’ll forget because there is a new season of “The Voice” or “Survivor” or “Game of Thrones” coming. You’ll forget because staying asleep is more preferable to the powers that be than the alternative. Being toddlers crying in the moment is much better than learning about what it is that has made us cry. And so, you’ll forget because toddlers forget their tears when something sweet, bright and shiny comes around. Maybe it’ll be next week or next month, but this open letter to you will disappear in the annals of internet history, buried somewhere beneath the cavalcade of Donald Trump’s rantings.

It has been said that those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it. It has also been said that insanity is doing something over and over again expecting different results. So here we are in the same position as we were when Sandy Hook, Virginia Tech, Newtown, Columbine, Colorado happened. We have not learned and we are insane.
 
I want to believe that we are better than what we have become and I can’t tell you that in any better way than that. We are better than this – ALL of this. But until we all figure that out, I can’t. Until we stop blaming entire religions on a handful of misguided fools, until we stop screaming over one another instead of listening to one another, until we stop seeing things like sexual orientation, gender, race, and religion as crimes punishable by death, until we realize that at the end of the day we all want the same things in this world, until we just start acting like human beings...I simply can’t. Sorry. I’m too tired.
 
On the day someone hears that not every Muslim is a terrorist and believes it, maybe I will.
On the day politicians learn that just banning everything in sight is a band aid solution and instead, start digging out the root of a problem to solve it, maybe then I will.
On the day men stop thinking that women owe them for that drink, that date, that phone number, I will.
On the day that everyone realizes that the words ‘transgender’ and ‘homosexual’ do not equal ‘pervert’, I will.
On the day that all religions are seen as tools of peace and not weapons for control and war, I will.
On the day that race and culture are celebrated by everyone, I will.
 
Until then, y’all. I can’t. For real. I can’t.

Wearily Yours,

-- O 

 


Strange Days

Posted by opheliacrane on June 4, 2016 at 10:00 PM

 

On my list of favorite movies forever and ever of all time is the 90’s James Cameron flick, Strange Days.


 

Now, I would imagine that there are only a certain number of people that know anything about this movie. In Michigan, if you saw this movie when it came out, you and I probably hung out at City Club way back when I was a Goth kid. It’s the same kind of Tank Girl, Johnny Neumonic, cyber-punk kind of flick that was popular back then.


So, this movie stars the man who would become Voldemort and the woman who would was Tina Turner in what was about four years in the future. Rather, the movie came out in 1995 and it takes place in 1999. I have so many reasons why I love this movie.

The fact that Angela Bassett plays a legit strong female character while being smoking hot AND classy at the same time. The social commentary on L.A.’s treatment of blacks in the 90s. Ralph Feinnes’ performance as the kind of hapless accidental hero. Juliette Lewis singing P.J. Harvey. Tom Sizemore…being Tom Sizemore…

What I’m going to talk about, however, is something that occurred to me today while watching it for the gajillionth time.

First, let me tell you that it took me a hundred times before I realized the actual point of the story as a whole. To tell you why, I have to lay out the movie for you. So, for those who haven’t seen it and might want to, there be spoilers coming. You’ve been warned.



Okay, so it’s around New Years 1999 in L.A and people are rioting…because, you know, the end of the world is coming.

 

 

You guys remember that, right? The world was supposed to end in 2000…or at least Y2K was supposed to obliterate us all by crashing every computer in the world.



For all your millennials out there, just so you know, nobody rioted that I’m aware of and our computers turned out to be just fine. Don’t believe everything you see in the movies.



Anyways, it’s the end of the world as we know it and there’s a new device out called a S.Q.U.I.D. deck. S.Q.U.I.D. stands for…uh…well, I forget to be honest. But what it does is allows you to view pre-recorded memories. It’s like, somebody wears the deck, has sex with a hot blonde, then sells it. The wearer of the recorded deck gets to experience the memory like it was their own. Pretty neat, huh? It’s like a VR headset with memories.



The main character, Lenny, (played by He Who Must Not Be Named) sells these memories, which is illegal because apparently it messes up your brain.



Lenny’s kind of scummy. Not in a bad way, but rather in a used car salesman kind of way. He’s also addicted to using the S.Q.U.I.D. deck because they contain the memories of he and his ex-girlfriend, Faith.




Hang in there, I’m getting to the point. So, Lenny gets caught up in a scandal that turns out to be the recorded memory of a prominent black activist getting gunned down by police. He and his friend Mace (Angela Bassett) get chased down by crooked cops and get involved in this twisty turny scheme that turns out to have been orchestrated by his best friend (Tom Sizemore), who turns out to be sleeping with Faith (the object of Lenny’s obsession) and plans to set poor Lenny up for murder.

So, Lenny defeats his evil best friend, his ex-girlfriend is arrested, the corrupt cops commit suicide, and all is right with the world. The whole thing ends with Lenny kissing Mace as the new year rings in.



Now, I left out a bunch of stuff, of course, but basically, that’s how the story plays out and for a while, I didn’t understand the kiss between Lenny and Mace. They were friends, just friends, all through the movie. After all, Lenny was into Faith. So much so that he had a box full of S.Q.U.I.D. deck memories of the two of them together. He follows her and begs to allow him to be her valiant protector even though she’s telling him to go screw himself at every turn…


 

Then, on the hundredth time watching the movie, it hits me.
Mace is there for him, even though she doesn’t approve of what he does for a living, even though he’s still in love with Faith, even though she knows that his reliving their memories is just making him more obsessed and more in love with Faith. When the cops or Faith’s boyfriend’s guards beat his ass, she defends him like she’s Chuck Norris…literally. When he actually contemplates trading the all important tape (that shows the death of the black activist) for Faith’s freedom – Faith! Who doesn’t love him anymore. Who’s said everything short of “I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE YOU LOSER!” – Mace is still there. She threatens to leave him on the curb if he does trade the tape, but let’s be real folks, she wasn’t ever going anywhere. You see, Mace’s there, by his side, the entire time.

 

 

 



 

And why? Why on earth does Mace do so much for Lenny??

Because she loves him. She’s loved him the whole time. Fairly early in the movie, we see her remembering why despite all these things, she loves him. At one point in time, when she needed somebody the most, he was there for her.

 

 



That leads me to the thought I had, on this, the gajillionth time watching Strange Days. Why didn’t I see it on the first time I watched this movie?? Her attraction to Lenny is pretty obvious in the things she says, the decisions she makes for him, that bad ass dress she wears to the big party at the end of the movie – That wasn’t for the party! That was for Lenny!


 

And then it hit me. If both Lenny and Mace had been black or if the both of them had been white, I would have seen it. I would have seen it IMMEDIATELY. I hate to say it because I always considered myself to be a pretty progressive person in terms of race, but I know that if Lenny had been played by Lawrence Fishburne, I never would have questioned it.

I used to say that I didn’t notice because of everything that was happening in the movie and there is a lot going on, but not so much that I would miss what the whole damned movie was actually about. Lenny’s character needed to move past his toxic relationship with the memories of his ex and move forward with the one woman who’d been there for him since jump. That’s it, folks. That’s the whole point of Strange Days…and I missed it because like a lot of us, I’ve been programmed to see a certain kind of leading couple onscreen.

Now that I see it, though, I can’t go back to sleep.

 

 

 




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