Originally published February 10, 2011. Only edits are minor typos and clarity.

At the moment, I am reading SCIENCE FICTION 101 edited by Robert Silverberg. It contains some of the stories that shaped him as a young writer, and he analyzes these works as to why they are not only brilliant stories, but brilliant Science Fiction stories. The Forward of this book recounts Silverberg's rise as a young writer hoping to become a pro. He offers insight into the crafting of science fiction from people he admired and how their words taught him. This has inspired me to some extent, not only in my own fiction, but also in how I consider the genre that has chosen me as a vehicle.

Right now, let's get something straight between us: I believe that the work chooses a writer at least as much as the writer chooses the work. At least, insofar as those people who are honest with their fiction. Countless examples of copy-cat fiction line bookstore shelves of people who "choose" their brand of fiction in search of literary success, and there's nothing really wrong with that in and of itself. The problem comes for those of us who are drawn to a certain type of story that also seems ripe pickings for those people looking to make a quick buck as a writer.

I have the wonderful misfortune of being a fantasist. My mind turns to the magical and the strange more often than not as I'm writing a story. It's how I'm wired. I've tried writing mainstream and literary fiction. Several of my professors at SFSU demanded it of me. The work this produced was pail, dry, trying-too-hard, and ultimately, dishonest fiction. Perhaps I'll post some at a later date, just so people can see what I'm talking about. However, I digress. I say that I have the misfortune of being a fantasist because, aside from Romance, I can think of no other genre of fiction that contains so large a body of poorly written work – with a great deal of it (romance and fantasy both) making a metric crap ton of money. And while some of the greatest fiction I've ever read is fantasy, the amount of drivel that one has to slog through to find it is mind-boggling.

With this revelation in mind, and with my recent first sale (YAY ME), I find myself needing to explore the ins and outs of fantasy fiction. Over the next few weeks, I plan to make commentary on what makes good fantasy good and why so many people seem to fail it. I may cite specific examples, but most likely this will be my own private musings. At this point, some people might be accusing me of an extreme case of hubris that I, an unpublished writer, should dare assault the entire spectrum of fantasy with an eye toward literary criticism. At this point, I can merely reply to those people, "Perhaps, but I can do whatever I bloody want with my blog." If you have any disagreements with my assessments, feel free to respond to any of my posts. The bottom line is, I'm not undertaking this critical journey for anyone other than myself. It should be one hell of a ride!

Wow... just... wow... for anyone who has followed me over the past years and listened to me rant in classes and at conventions, this post kicked off a low-key obsession. This may very well have been my first foray into the journey that would eventually mature into The Geek's Guide to Literary Theory. I'm smiling at the chutzpah of this younger self because I see in him the audacity of the 4 Principles, the Gallowglas Narrative Algorithm, and current me never being satisfied with what I think I think I know about writing. I'm really going to enjoy taking these trips down memory lane – even if I anticipate cringing at some of my older posts.