Tuesday, May 22, 2007

PW Article on Christian Fantasy

In case you haven't read it yet, here's the link for that Publisher's Weekly article entitled "It's a Fantasy", with the tag, "Speculative fiction is a tough sell in the Christian market."

Yeah, don't we know it.

The article includes quotes from our map-ender pal, Jeff Gerke, draconic author Bryan Davis, and NavPress Senior Fiction Editor Rod Morris. The latter "attended the Mount Hermon conference, and noticed that of the dozen or so teenage writers participating, the six or seven who were writing fiction were all working on fantasy."

It was an "eye-opener" for him.

Well, that's a step in the right direction.

I do hope more editorial eyes start opening. And not just for youth-oriented fiction. Already, what's available in CSF in the CBA seems to be heavily slanted toward youth, as if adults can't be bothered with SF.

I'm here to say that there's an adult audience who'd like books, too. They just need to tap into them and not assume they're not reachable.

The article is both pessimistic (about the current state) and optimistic (about the youthquake that seems a possibility in CSF in the CBA).

I'd like that quake to hurry up, please. And let is shake up both young and old. Oh, and middle-aged. Like me.



Clefspeare said...

I led the teen track at the Florida Christian Writers' Conference in March. Of the fifteen attending, about twelve wanted to write a novel, and all but one of those wanted to write in the SFF genre.

Mirtika said...

Wow. Too bad they didn't add that to the article, too!



Poetry said...

4 June 2007

After the storm, my mind cleared.

And a high wind arose and blew the tropics north.

running quartz crystals through a blender.

sand through your engines.

bubbles in your bays.

estuaries reaching out toward forbidden seas...

sand through your eyes.

5 June 2007

Calm as baby's breath

as peaceful as the storm's eye

Clouds spread and drawn with rough strokes of stratospheric winds

a warm and windy tropical day.

7 June 2007

Black water at dusk.

Lighting on the horizon.

Warm winds coming in across the darkening waters.

A flash of white wings as an egret takes flight.

And Thunder like God clearing his throat.

8 June 2007

Morning star in the still of the clear, dark waters.

a sky as clear eyed as a young girl.

bruised and tattered storm remnants limp off in the gathering light.

9 June 2007

Tickled her fancy.

giggling all the day long.

pretty good for a Saturday.

Clouds on the lake floating aimlessly by.

She smiled big--grinned really.

12 JUne 2007

A silver sky

ripe for the mirror.

you can not see yourself in this mirror

you can only see others

moreover, you can only see what others choose to expose.

Their houses, their boats, their sea-doos.

Birds skimming low over the water could

like as not

see them selves if they were to look down

as they skim low over the water

but they never do.

Rather they allow their reflections to chase them

quick and sharp over the still, glistening waters

while the bird's mind remains ever fixed on

food, or other birds, or escaping those damn noisy humans.

A dense forest impenetrable as a gaze.

13 JUne 2007

Like angry bee's eyes

the metal screen seen through the bamboo blinds.

A million insects dot the lake spreading micro ripples

14 June 2007

Of Fly Catchers and hidden lakes.

Of sleeping lizards and morning dew.

It is of birdsong and misty dawns

and fleeced clouds floating in a still pool.

The waters ripple awake in the gathering morn.

The first water birds head out for the far shore.