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Saturday, October 06, 2018

Learning to Write and Revise

While I love fiction writing, all types of writing are important to me. The personal things I write give me a trail of past thoughts and ideas interesting to revisit. My writing also gave me the opportunity to teach writing, which I also love because I want to help develop good writers for the future.

Two weeks before classes started at the end of this past August, I was given two more composition classes. That was great, one class was online, two classes hybrid, and one face to face (f2f -- Isn't it interesting how names for new things change names for preceding things?).

I have finished grading my first group of fifty essays. The essays' topics were great, but the grammar, while not dismal, certainly needed improvement. Which brings me to a question: don't students learn grammar anymore, like the parts of speech, or sentence structures like how independent clauses, subordinate clauses, and phrases work together? I think they do, but why don't my students seem to know them? While in fiction writing sentence fragments are sometimes a rhetorical device, in academic writing they are major mistakes. And commas! Different styles of writing often allow different comma usage, but they don't seem to know either casual or formal academic usage.

I do know most of the wording errors are caused by students not editing or revising enough, even though they have to critique each other's work. 

As a writer, I know how hard it is to find glitches in your own work. I make them all the time. I think there is a mind-eye-finger connection built when you write. Your mind knows what it made your fingers type. Your eyes saw the words your mind dictated. You immediately read the results and it is perfect! It is not until time breaks the connection by a day or two that you can go back and see what your writing actual contains. Then you can see the mistakes and correct them.

A certain percentage of students don't care. They don't think writing will be important in their future career (wrong!). All they want is to complete this required course with at least a grade of C and move on. Another group thinks they cannot write. 

One thing I tell them is that it is my job to point out their errors so they learn the type of mistakes they commonly make, so that they can look for them in their future writing. If they think my comments meant they don't know how to write, they're wrong. They should look at everything that was correct and had no comment on it, usually 80% of their essay. Those portions prove they can write, they just need to hone their editing skills. 

Even if none of my students end up writing short stories or novels, writing well is not only important, but the ability can also effect employment, and often adds enjoyment to their life like keeping journals. Memory is short, it's good to have a written backup.

Friday, November 01, 2013

The Nanite Warrior

By Rhobin Courtright
Futuristic/Sci-fi Romance, 317 pages
Cover art by Rhobin Courtright

Blurb: Not letting Nickal claim his prerogative in the heat of an interrogation, Ithan spoke. "I claimed you to wife, Xandra, on the flight back to Abode."

Her reaction wasn't what either man expected.

She laughed, weak, spindly, but a laugh. "Bad luck just won't end, but this time, I'm sure yours is worse than mine, husband."

Excerpt:
Within ten minutes they returned with the man and the parachute. The creases in their suits scattered trapped sand and pebbles as they moved into the heli. The pilot they brought with them wore a silver flight suit and a high altitude space helmet. The dark-lens view shield obscured the face. An oxygen tank hung from the chest straps of the flight suit, its tube running to the helmet.

"Strap in," came an order from their pilot. "It's going to be a bumpy takeoff." Everyone complied, leaving the body tethered to the heli's deck anchors. In a minute they were in the air.

"We are closer to Abode," Ithan shouted his order to his pilot as this area of the craft was far noisier. "Cancel the flight to Van Garth Habitat and head back to the Enforcer landing deck on Abode." He kept his attention on the pilot tied to the floor.

Noting the pilot's chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, he loosened his restraints despite a warning from Randall. Several hands reached out to restrain him as turbulence bounced the craft. Shrugging them off, he let his past medical training come to the fore. He heard numerous other restraint locks release. Ithan grasped the helmet's attachments, unlocked them, and began to slowly remove the helmet. "Get an oxygen mask ready, Randall," he looked at his men, "find out our estimated time to landing and warn the port." Carefully removing attachments and hoses from the helmet, he finally pulled it off.
"My God!" Randall said as he returned. "He's a girl."

Copper colored, short-cropped hair fell back from the face, and while clearly identifiable as female, whether attractive or ugly could not be determined due to facial bruising.

"Give me that." Ithan took the equipment Randall carried. As he lifted her head, the pilot's eyelids slowly opened and something tightened in Ithan's chest. She gazed at him through bloodshot eyes with startling dark, smoky-sapphire irises before passing out. Her bluish lips and too pale skin warned him of her danger. The bruise on the left cheek was dark purple, with a split lower lip, so older than any injury from the flight. He recognized a face punch when he saw one. Finished fixing the oxygen mask and a medical sensor in place, he shouted his order over the engine noise, "Emaciated… and hypoxic. Tell the pilot this is now an emergency flight, tell landing to have medical available for my wife."

Other voices fell silent around him broken a breath later by his bodyguard. Randall swore. "Are you crazy?" he asked, his voice an emphatic shout.

"Probably, but all of you are witnesses to my claiming this woman to wife."
"You don't even know if she is fertile," Randall protested.

As he took moves to secure his new wife's life, Ithan answered. "I'll take the chance. Most off-world women are. Help me get this flight suit off her."

As they revealed the life support garment underneath, two neck chains fell loose, one in an undecipherable language, the other a Colonial Pact ID.

"You stupid bastard," Randall said, looking at him. "Hastiness never earned good."

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Characters

One of my favorite characters from my first Wings book, Magic Aegis, was Ottillie. I've posted an excerpt to show her qualities at my website.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Eden & Guy -- Free short story

Hope you enjoy it.


Eden and Guy by Rhobin L. Courtright
Eden was pruning her roses when she spied a curled up snake. Grabbing the snake directly behind its head, Eden tugged it from the tangle of shrubbery.
“Gotcha. Damn snake. Don’t care if you are good for the garden. I don’t want you in mine.” Its length coiled around her arm. She put her garden pruners to the serpent’s head.
“Don’t kill me.”
Eden jumped, gasped, and a middle-aged bladder leaked. Death-grip fingers grasping the snake released as she tried to fling the thing away. The serpent’s coils clung to her arm. Her voice clogged in her tight throat. “You spoke!” She stretched her arm out as far as she could to get the serpent away from her.
“Yes. I’m an explorer from the galaxy Peareedeeessiss.”
Her mind flooded with movie images of alien invasions. “You'll destroy my world!” She clicked the pruner blades open.
“No! Wait! Just sightseeing. Don't hurt, please?” Pleading tones turned supplicant. “I can change into any shape that pleases you.”
She looked into the alien’s beady eyes and angular face. Was changing shapes any stranger than a talking snake?
“Change like a werewolf, or a vampire?” Curiosity tickled her imagination. “Anything?”
“Even a human.” The alien’s coiled body slithered over her forearm in a sensual touch.

Eden hesitated as the sensation brought romantic reminiscence of her husband Guy trailing arousing fingers in such a way. Not that for one instant did she believe Guy’s love had faded, but mutual interests had long ago changed to singular pursuits.
An explorer… a stranger in an unknown place; perhaps he desired companionship as much as she did?
“Change into anything?”
“Yessss.”
She took him inside. What was she to do with him? Let him slither around the house? Get away? No. She popped him in the empty cookie jar. Always empty now as the kids were gone and she didn’t need the extra calories. The alien’s coiled up body just fit.
Guy came home from work. “Hi, sweetie.” He gave Eden a perfunctory kiss and then found the TV remote. “Big game tonight. Mind if I have dinner in here?” He sank into the couch.

“Sure, honey. You can watch the game over dinner. You mind if I go out?”
“Not at all. You have plans with your girlfriends?”
“No, but while you watch the game, I might as well visit the library, or maybe the museum.”
“Great.”
Guy’s supper served, Eden changed to dressier clothes. Guy didn’t notice when she walked through the living room with his suit draped over her arm. Already the announcer’s voice boomed game statistics and predictions over rousing music.
In the kitchen she pulled the snake from the cookie jar. It wrapped around her arm. “Be Guy.”
The snake fell from her arm and morphed into Guy. She handed him the suit. “Let me take you out to dinner,” Eden said as he dressed. “Afterward, I can show you my world.” Exciting opportunities opened her mind and Eden smiled. She brushed some scales off the shoulders of the suit as the serpent pulled on the jacket.
As she opened the door to the garage, Eden heard Guy shout from the living room, “Bye. Have a good time.”

 

Monday, January 16, 2012

Excerpt from Legend's Cipher, an anthology


Legend's Cipher available from Wing's Press.

Bertok sat across the table from three examiners, his hands clasped on the table in front of him, and wondered why he had been summoned to Vincenne University on Acolyte Island, the home of the head bishop of the Holy One’s church. Three clerics silently stared at him from the other side of the table. One chair remained empty.

This couldn’t be about any immoral activity, could it? Yes, they could find cause, but my carousing has never led to another’s harm, has it? Is this a tribunal? The thought of burning briefly terrified him, causing him to quickly regard the other men seated in the room. No, those types of illegal inquisitions stopped generations ago, didn’t they? Besides, he knew no secrets, and he tried whenever possible to avoid such awareness.

Bertok compressed his shoulders while he twisted his neck, cracking the bones to relieve his tension. What had he done? A complaint sent to the Bards’ Guild at Queen’s University could result in expulsion from the guild. That notion shook him. He had a dual calling as both storyteller and musician. What would he do? He loved being a bard; the work suited his wanderlust, and his talents. He didn’t want to labor in fields or be beholden to some shopkeeper, or worse, some aristo.

A few inescapable reflections exposed situations where his actions had been less than ethical. These situations arose mostly through mischance or miscalculation. He was not as pure in body and soul as the priests demanded, but surely none of his misdeeds rose to punishable offenses? His only other secret he kept twisted tightly shut. How could they possibly know of that?

His short, well-worn leather jack felt buttoned too tight even if only at the waist, and to unbutton it would be far too casual for whoever was coming to talk to him. Besides, the jack hid stains on his shirt he did not wish to expose, even if the shirt’s frayed cuffs escaped the end of his jack’s sleeves.

Unlike many bards, I claim no coat string relation to any aristo, and I look like what I am, a powerless itinerant bard—someone with no influence. Perhaps even a worthless sacrifice for some religious goal? He shivered.

The closely woven texture and slight sheen on the three examiners’ gray robes of common clerical service, while plain, displayed fine quality. Their cowls, arranged in careful folds around the clerks’ necks, probably kept the chill-laden drafts away while Bertok’s knees knocked with nervousness and the winter drafts chilling the room. The fireplace’s burnt offerings failed to warm the room to more than bearable cold.

His mind returned to his ponderings. Why was I called to the Bishop’s School? He had graduated from Queen’s College, so if he was to be disciplined for any incorrect language or behavior, would not the oral rhetoric professors of his own school handle the matter? Not the prelate’s teaching center? Did they know his secret? With applied effort he prevented himself from unseemly squirming in his seat, but the clasp of his hands grew tighter.

The leaded panes of the tall, arched windows let drab winter light filter into the paneled chamber and made the ancient walnut paneling appear all the darker. He wondered if the prelates preferred such somber surroundings. The click of the latch of the door drew his attention.

His eyes widened, and his mouth dried as His Eminence the Bishop entered. If he didn’t know the man’s face, he’d have never recognized him. The bishop also wore general clerk’s dress rather than the ornately rich robes of his office. Bishop Hedrick settled his ascetic’s frame in the empty chair across the table. His gaze settled on Bertok. His eyes were the most innocent blue Bertok had ever seen. The bishop smiled, gentleness lining his face.

“Bard Bertok, it was kind of you to travel so far at my request.”

Bertok hesitated, wondering what to reply, but took the safe route. “Your holiness, I am at your service, only curious as to the reason for your request.”

The bishop’s smile changed his austere expression to one of an ordinary man. “That certainly eases my conscience. Before I embark on my reason for calling you hence, I would like to ask you a few questions.”

Bertok nodded his agreement while his stomach boiled in tension.

Monday, December 19, 2011

On-line Dictionaries

I love them. Type in the word, and all the information you want shows up. Although there are many on-line dictionaries, my particular favorite is Merriam Webster on line. I can Google any word followed by ‘Merriam’ and it brings up the link to that word. Yes, there is an advertisement (isn’t there always, anymore? -- but they pay for the service!). The ad can be skipped and the rest is fast, and comprehensible. Plus it gives an audible pronunciation of the word! I admit to being a pronunciation challenged person, so this is such a bonus. A medical dictionary and an encyclopedia are also available; however, my next favorite feature after the definition is the video section.

In the video section Merriam Webster editors speak about issues in grammar. If you think the plural pronoun agreement is wrong with indefinite singular antecedent check out Merriam Webster’s Ask the Editor – it’s such a relief! I was so tired of that politically correct usage of 'each has his or her preferences.' It is so nice to write 'each has their preference' without guilt. So Woo-hoo to Merriam Webster!

It is so easy today to be writing at your computer and have the ability to check out words on line so efficiently! There are many, many sources on the Internet for writers, it makes me think I’m living in a wonderful time in history.

 Check out my newest release from Wings, Legend's Cipher!

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Memorable Characters

No matter how many stories I read or write, there are characters that never leave my soul. Matter of fact, they sometimes haunt me. I first read Elizabeth Bennet's (yes, another Pride and Prejudice fan) in tenth grade, but I've revisited her often, like twenty plus re-readings and I never miss a movie. The new books carrying her story or her sisters' stories forward and other plot, setting machinations, do not interest me. Other readers, I know, don't care about her so much, but I'm certain they have one character who they always remember or one who plays a part in their imagination, dreams, or subconscious; for many it might be Harry Potter stars in this role.

It's not only good characters, either, for I often find coercive, mean characters, whose behavior I found reprehensible in a story, pop into my mind. Other times a character from an otherwise unremarkable story is so strong they break ground and plant themselves in my imagination.

What is this? Some sort of psychological archetype trick of the mind? If that is the case, I'm sure everyone has different characters hopping around in their cerebral cortex, but isn't it rather interesting who shows up?

The trick, of course, for writers is to make sure those characters don't show up in one of their own books. Which is another interesting phenomenon, because often my book characters show up in my brain long before they do a book.

How about other authors? Do you have similar occurrences?

Legend's Cipher
Short Stories from the Aegis World
Available from Wing's Press

Friday, August 01, 2008

Dream Realm Award Finalist


Devil's Due, third in a series including Rogue's Rules and Loser's Game is a finalist for both the book and the cover in this science fiction/fantasy award for excellence in e-books.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Incredible News -- The EPPIE Finalists

Four Wings authors are EPPIE finalists for 2007:

Mystery Category -- Moon Over Chicago
by J. D. Webb

Historical Romance Category -- By the Sword
by Alison Stuart

Single Title/Mainstream -- And the Truth Will Set You Free
by Linda Rettstatt

Science Fiction/Futuristic Romance -- Devil's Due
by Rhobin Courtright

Friday, November 30, 2007

What genre(s) do you read the most?

While I write science fiction and fantasy, and read many books in those genres from high fantasy to urban warlocks and werewolves to military scifi to scifi romance, I find myself reading many a cozy mystery, romantic suspense and contemporary romance.

Rhobin

Thursday, November 01, 2007

I have to agree with Angela on this, I want a heroine who wants to be in control of her own destiny, whether she chooses to share her future with the hero or not. I'm not particular about the rest: smart or just practical, previously sheltered or escaping abuse, trying to get out of trouble or tumbling into it, succeeding or failing, I want a woman who defies anyone who wants to control her and leaves anyone demanding she should live according to their rules.

Although today's fiction is full of interesting women, this isn't a new trend and certainly not just a mode of the current age. Although historically women haven't been encouraged to be heroic, those who stand out both in history and fiction were those too large to be content with the small roles their era doled out to them.


Rhobin C
Change, coming in January from Wings

Friday, October 12, 2007

Angela's Heroes.
I've thought about this topic for a couple days and decided I've liked alpha heroes and beta heroes and heroes who landed everywhere in between. Usually I'm drawn to smart men, although I seem to remember enjoying stories where the hero hasn't been as smart as the heroine, either because of injury or lack of opportunity for him to receive an education, or because his strength just wasn't brainpower. But they always had common sense, kindness and an inner strength to carry them through their travails. I've liked heroes who initially didn't start out as very impressive specimens for their gender for one reason or another, but grew into their role. So perhaps it all depends on the story, how he interacts with the heroine and how they develop as a couple.



Tuesday, August 15, 2006


I'm very proud to announce my first novel Magic Aegis won the fantasy category of the Dream Realm Awards. It is available from Wings ePress

The Dream Realm Awards are dedicated to bringing attention to the quality of electronically published speculative fiction books available to the reading public.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006


Very proud to announce I have a new scifi romance release this month. Check it out at Wings ePress

Saturday, July 30, 2005


Whoo-hoo. Just got a five angels and a recommended read from Fallen Angel Reviews for my second fantasy/scifi novel Acceptance. How great is that! Want an excerpt? Go to take a look.

It comes out August 1st! Just dancin'... dancin'... dancin'