Munk on Sabbatical

"Piss on the fire, call in the dogs, head it on back to Bowlegs."

Munk needs to focus less on blogging and more on noveling. This post, therefore, is the last you will see posted on my blog for what may be a very long time, years even.

Yes, of course I will miss your comments. And yes, of course I care. I will try to stop by your places from time to time, I promise. Please stop looking at me that way, yer breakin' my heart. I just can’t keep blogging right now guys, my family and work justifiably take the lion’s share of my time, and the truth is, Booker is in trouble—he needs me.

So, here’s the deal, should you wish to converse, and/or share critiques on queries or manuscripts, email me at munkdavis@gmail.com. I would love to hear from you. For any new visitors… here are a few popular bygone posts…
Sweet Munk Nothings
Emperius Rapturius
Damn that Munk
Munk Rules
and
Love-a-Roll-a-Coasta

If anyone asks, tell them I’m writing.

Munk’s opening line…

By turning the page, he had turned on the world.

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Music: The Nerny-Nerny-Nert-Band: Bowlegs

Munk out.

Hey Baby, What's your Genre?

What is your genre? What is your line?

Fiction and diction, coarse or divine?

Commercial for fun or classical prose?

The Code of Da Vinci or Name of the Rose?

Vampires you say! Why not call it romance?

Where zombies and werewolves all come to the dance

Dramedy, comedy, horror, and gore

Mystery, history, tales of yore

Yoga, Pilates, organics, and health

Follow my teachings and find instant wealth

Home repair? Don’t despair, fixed in a jiff

I’ll write you a book about making it stiff

Fantasy’s fun... but don’t write on a lark

You first must decide if it’s light or it’s dark

For lollipop-fairies might get quite a start

From leprechauns dining on unicorn heart

Pay homage to comics; no longer cartoons,

with mutants and heroes and high school buffoons

Now graphical novels sell fine-art with type...

Is the art any finer or is it just hype?

I once knew a bloke, who called sci-fi a joke

And said later Han Solo was his kind of folk

And what of the man who “pays thrillers no mind”

But thinks Lisbeth Salander is so very fine?

By now you must know my tastes are diverse

It’s less about subject and more about verse

I can cozy with spies or golems or ghouls

As long as the teller sticks to some rules

Character, plotting, and scenes are a must

As are pace and the voice of an author I trust

And though some may define me a maudlin mope

I just can’t do themes with no glimmer of hope

So write genres you love, and love what you write

Mix 'em and match 'em, let stories take flight

Throw three in a blender and give 'em a spin…

Say….

an epic-gay-western with magic thrown in?

Munk’s Opening line,

With the brim of his ten-gallon Stetson pulled low on his brow, Jake’s blue eyes glistened in the residual silver light—a mumbled incantation and the deed was done.

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk 

And lest you consider what I write poetry...

This week’s music: Joe Pug...an old soul in a new vessel... Hymn 101

Priorities

I am willing to do most anything in pursuit of a noveling career: writing, reading, reviewing, revising, kissing ass, querying, blogging, tweeting, social networking, anti-social networking, white-lying, dark-magicking, or simply munkeying around, I’ll do anything short of bold face lying, stepping on my fellows, or sacrificing my family’s needs.

I am dedicated to having a writing career: I therefore write, read, review and revise my work while blogging and tweeting to build a platform and never losing sight of my family's needs.

In order to create a better experience for my readers, I write, read, review, and revise my work. Blogging and tweeting are also important. As always, my family comes first.

I am willing to do what it takes in pursuit of becoming a better writer, husband, and father.                                                                                                      I'll try to blog

Compelling stories, compelling lies. I love my family.                                            blog 

Create the unforgettable. Love thy family.                                                                    blah

  

Love thy family, love thy writing.

Love thy passions.

There... that’s better. 

What are your priorities?

Munk's opening line
The depths to which Lucifer fell, 
can no more be judged by meters or miles, 
than his hell can be measured by mercury's rise.
Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Susan Kaye Quinn gave me a nod this week and here's a hearty nod back... she has a book release planned for November 1... Open Minds is the first title in the Mindjack Trilogy... I'm ordering one. Are you?

This week: rock as it was meant to be rolled.
Bob Seger, Get Out of Denver (Baby Go)
Up walked a Baptist preachin' southern funky school teacher... (I think)

Cadence

I have recently lectured on details and place

So today I submit a treatise on pace

Your stories may ebb and your stories may flow

But how do you tell when to rush or go slow?

Cadence depends on your goals for a scene

Such as hatred or passion or  feelings between

Shorten your phrasing for action and fights

But shake out Roget’s for fanciful flights, of love… of love… of wonderful, lovingful, chummingful love…

Go charging ahead with hard-rocking words

Like rockets and rackets and thundering herds

Then slow with the gentle of feathers and fluff

With kisses, caresses, and mushyful stuff

This poem may be poor, but you shouldn’t be sore

Based on the price that you paid at the door

Something for nothing is something said I

And it far exceeds herpes or a stye in your eye

What's your cadence?

Munk’s run-on opening line,

After changing his name to Jack, Jake married Jill, but Jill ended up liking Jake better so she divorced him, Jack that is. 

Munk's "Opening Line" is yours to keep, use it. Munk

Did everyone read Suze’s post regarding rejection over at Analog Breakfast this week? Loved it.

This week's music Nancy Sinatra--These Boots are Made for Walkin'

You keep lying when you ought'a be truthin'