Beth Bishop's Blog, page 6

AU Beauty and The Beast

when Belle shows up to try to swap herself so her dad can go free, the beast discovers that her dad is a quirky inventor and is like, “You’re really pretty, but I think I’m gonna fund your dad’s inventing shit. Since the town is going to take your house, you can hang around if you want.” So the Beast lets Pops out of jail and funds his inventing projects, including an unstoppable siege weapon. Beast, Pops, and Belle overrun the whole town, being sure to crush Gaston and all the townsfolk who...

New Cover Art

I just got the cover art for the sixth Camellia book. It’s so pretty!

Doll House

I had one that I adored. It even amazed my male adult friends. I loved it, but like so many other things, I reached a point where I didn’t have room for it. I miss it. On my Tumblr, I follow a site called lookatthislittlething that posts photos of minis. My heart melted the other day when I saw this

which originally came from here. Follow the link for close-ups of the rooms. Amazing work and beautiful.

Fantasy Subgenres Explained

via @UOJim (link to tweet) Kyra on December 10, 2015 at 2:44 pm said:

Look, it’s very simple —

Urban Fantasy: Fantasy set in a city
High Fantasy: Fantasy set in the mountains
Low Fantasy: Fantasy set in the Netherlands
Fantasy of Manners: Fantasy set in manors
Epic Fantasy: Fantasy in the form of a lengthy narrative poem
Fairy Tale Fantasy: Fantasy about fairies with tails
Science Fantasy: Science fiction but there’s an annoying pedant in the seat behind you saying that it’s fantasy becau...

Bus Rides

We always sat together for the bus ride home. The two players who bridged the boy-girl gap, but not the only two who practiced together. At that age, I felt it was a measure of myself that a boy found me tough enough to be a real competitor.

You were my friend, too, for that spring. We had English together and sat side-by-side there as well, but it is the bus rides I remember. Ten girls and ten boys on a sketchy school bus, rumbling from the match back to school, back to the school parking lo...

Chris

I haven’t talked to her in eight years. What do you say to someone after they tell you they don’t even know you anymore? I think it’s good-bye. We never said good-bye, but we let go.

I see her occasionally. Images only. Her sister and I are Facebook friends, so she shows up in family celebration photos. Untagged. I was looking at one the other day and caught the side of a face, a swatch of her dark hair, a hand holding a camera. I studied the hand. No, not her.

Her fingers would be chewed – t...

Not Much To Say

I haven’t written here in a while now. I don’t have any books updates to speak of, as my publishing company was sold and the new owner is trying to sort out a bunch of backlogged books. They deserve their chance at getting published before mine. Besides, I’m still mulling over whether I want to update my contracts.

On the writing front, I’m kind of stuck. I need to create a disaster, but I don’t know what kind. The characters are powerful, so anything that doesn’t outright kill them is going...

Bully’s Eye

I am being bullied at work by a senior professor.

I am not the only one.

I am the only one who is ready to take it to the next level and have a discussion with the dean about stopping it.

This means that I will either become a hero, and the bully will really,truly, and absolutely despise me, or I will be treated like a hysterical, crazy woman to be burned at the stake. Well, I suppose they might just tell me to thicken my skin. They also might tell me to get a lawyer and sue the bully. In any...

Compared to other birthdays,

this one wasn’t the worst. It involved some toddler raging, but I also got to eat a cheeseburger. I built houses in Sims 4 for about four hours, so yeah, not too shabby. Although, it certainly doesn’t compare to the year I got my first bike.

One Percent Other: The Duke of Hazards

From the first time someone paid Brazen to jump off the roof of the elementary school, he knew he wanted to be a stunt man. He had no sense of self-preservation. Anyone who hung out with him could attest to it.

In a school that was 49% white, 50% black, and 1% other, Brazen was one of the few in the “other” category. He was unusual to look at, having inherited his Iranian father’s skin tone and coarse black hair as well as his ginger mother’s summer blue eyes. His mid-teen growth spurt left h...