Dashing Rapscallion

I will be discussing spoilers from the latest episode of Once Upon a Time. If you have not seen that episode yet, you might want to wait until after you do. I’m going to be spoiling something fairly major that happened.

Still with me?

Okay, let’s start with the two words that sparked most of what I have to say:

Dashing rapscallion. 129300_8231

As anyone who has read my previous posts about Once Upon a Time might know, I have a thing for Hook. There’s something about him, the pirate swagger and bravado, the leather, swarthy nature, it just does it for me. It’s akin to the way that when I channel my character Yumi to write, a part of her brain just knows that Ash is attractive and she wants him. It has nothing to do with good, bad, right, or wrong. It is pure id speaking.

Now, last night, Hook shows up in the real world to try and convince the hero Emma Swan that she needs to return to Storybrooke. Emma, who has been living under the spell Regina cast for the last year with Henry, is on a date with some guy named Walsh, who I promptly entitled Captain Dweeb-face because in comparison to Hook, he pales. At least for my id, and that was pretty much the only relevant factor.

Now, an argument could be made that Walsh might be every inch a good guy, and by proxy a better “choice” for Emma. If you ignore the painful writing on the wall, you could say that. This is a television show. It doesn’t bode well for a character to be introduced as the love interest to the main character, and have been said LI for the past eight months off screen. There were no new names included in the opening credits (excluding Mader), and believe me, I looked through the names. I wanted to know if Robert Carlyle was still included in them. (He was, which makes me optimistic for his return.)

So, what could be the reasons for Emma to have a LI over the last eight months? Would it be for the sudden death of a loved one to spurn her on? Or would it be for a sudden, yet inevitable betrayal? (Thank you, Wash.) Given that the one constant for Emma is what she would do for Henry, I doubted seriously that Captain Dweeb-face was the one true love that Emma was going to lose that would break her heart. Between Neil, Graham, and Hook, she has had the opportunity to have that heartbreak, but the only person that she would be devastated over the loss of would be her son.

So, sudden yet inevitable betrayal had to be the reason. And, it was. (Which brings up all sorts of fucked up thoughts on how far had Emma let that relationship go since a marriage proposal had been on the table. I mean, Walsh turned out to be a winged monkey after all…)

What does all this have to do with the words dashing rapscallion? Not much really, but they were what spurned on my thoughts, and made me think. So much so, that I am planning another post soon for the Bad Boy vs the Good Guy. I’d like to take a closer look at what makes them tick.

Comments? Questions? Please feel free to leave them.


I’ll be honest. I’ve never really had a mentor when it comes to writing. I’ve listened to advice from friends, and I’ve attended seminars, but I’ve never had anyone take me under their wing to try and hone my craft.

That doesn’t mean that I’ve not met people along the way who aren’t mentors. It’s quite the opposite. One of the seminars I attended showcased two well-learned authors who were taking time out of their days to teach, to enlighten, and likely along the way, mentor those that they saw something special in. Sadly, last week, one of those men, Aaron Allston, passed away, while at convention.

A few years back, my husband pressed me to spend my Dragon*con weekend in the writing seminars that Aaron Allston and Michael Stackpole offered. I struggled with my confidence in being able to write something other than just errant fanfiction. I doubted that anyone would ever want to read, let alone pay, for anything I created, but my husband believed in me, and so I spent two and a half days in the basement of the Hyatt in downtown Atlanta, listening to these two men, speak, lecture, and teach.

Those seminars were the best money I’ve ever spent at a convention. They taught me about writing, and more importantly, they gave me the insight to look in myself. One of the things they taught for creating real characters is to analyze why. If a character is angry, why are they angry? Are they angry because of outside factors, or is their anger causing these outside factors? It really struck home for me, more than just for creating characters.

I questioned why was I so unhappy with my life because I was miserable most of the time. I had always put it on my weight, my job, and all these things that I felt I could change, but I was still unhappy. I started to look at it the other way though. Maybe all these things that I felt unhappy about were actually a result of the fact that I was just unhappy. Maybe I needed to find a way to fix what made me unhappy to begin with before I could try to lose the weight I hated, or find a job that made me feel more fulfilled.

If it hadn’t been for those seminars, hearing those words, and looking in myself, I probably never would have finally talked to my doctor. I would never have gotten on medicine, never taken the step to find someone to talk to, and I would never have dreamed I was capable of writing a novel on my own. They gave me the keys to take control of my life again, and I am profoundly thankful to them for that.

I might not have known Aaron Allston like so many others have. I might not be able to call him a mentor, but I can thank him – if it is a bit late. Thank you, kind sir, for giving of yourself to those of us who needed your wisdom. I hope you are in a place where you may continue to guide those who need your aid.


Writing is hard.

I mean, you would think it would be easy to take the words and thoughts floating around your brain and convert them into coherent sentences. Except, I’ve found it’s not that easy. Some days, it’s the most difficult thing in the world. It’s not that I don’t know the stories that my brain wants to tell, but I struggle with the translation from thought to paper (or computer as the case is normally).

Part of why it’s hard for me is that there’s a very distinct lack of feedback, especially in the initial phases. All you have is yourself to say if something is good, or if it’s bad, and we then have to find the courage to push on – even when you want to quit. The negativity that your brain creates can be crippling, and you just want to torch and burn the idea. Pretend that it never existed and go back to living a far more mundane life.

I need to find that courage again. It’s been hard. I don’t know why, but the doubt has crept back in, when I know that I am doing what I want when I am writing, when I am creating these stories. I also know that I am the only person who can talk me out of something. (I let my brain talk me out of going to a writing convention that was literally less than ten minutes from my house. Because, in my brain, what was the point?)

I need to stop letting the negativity win. I need to remember that doing the hard things can be the most fulfilling. I write for me, first and foremost.

Winter Weirdness

Well, I’m chalking last week up to a bad week. Not in the bad mental health way, but just in a really weird sort of way. After starting off the week with my dog getting injured, my husband and I had to take our eldest cat to the ER Vet on Tuesday night. Then, the area we live got pummeled with ice, and where my house was fine, I had plenty of friends and family without power for the better part of the week and weekend.

Things did get better come the weekend. My husband surprised me with a lovely cake for Valentine’s Day. (Which was a huge surprise since we do not celebrate the holiday traditionally in my household.) I had two great days of gaming with my awesome tabletop group (more to come on that later). The weekend concluded with my husband surprising me again with a movie, so I have finally seen Frozen. The previews did this movie no justice, but it was worth going to see in the theater. Then the second new episode of The Walking Dead, and we have Carol back. Oh, Carol, how I have missed you!

Now, on to the gaming portion of my post. We’ve changed the schedules of our games from alternating between four games every other week, to running three games. We’re playing two long games that will be alternating months on who runs Friday night (short game) and who runs Saturday (long game), and then we have a one off game to be played on the first Friday of every month. It’s allowing the longer games to build a more cohesive game with less “What did we do last time?” moments.

The change is actually helping me regain my focus on my novel, as one of the long games created my character Yumi Matthews, originally. Over the past couple of weeks, my brain moonlighted heavily into Mass Effect territory again, which is great because I love that setting, but I began to neglect my own original works. I needed to get back to them, and I feel more connected to those characters again.

As such, I shall leave you with a tiny tease from the first book:

Warm sand sank beneath the weight of my legs, curled up underneath me as the sun beat down on my shoulders, making the stiff cotton of my school uniform even more uncomfortable. I shook my head, pigtails hitting the side of my head as a giggle escaped my lips. A shovel and bucket were discarded to my right, and I could see two young boys sneaking around on the nearby grass, guns in hand. One boy, Sean, it must have been with those green eyes, held a finger to his lips as he glanced my way, his free hand holding the gun in the other hand.

“I got you now!” The other boy declared popping behind Sean and pulling the trigger.

A deafening roar filled the air, and Sean vanished before my eyes, leaving just a trail of smoke. I stumbled to my feet, running with tiny feet towards the smoke. “Sean!”

There was no response, but the smoke grew heavy, swirling about me, until all I could do was cough. The smoke was too thick, blanketing my vision with nothing but darkness.

A heavy thrum filled the air, repeating itself, as the smoke began to lessen. A red glow seeped through the wafting tendrils, until dark shadows danced across my vision, writhing in time with every beat that resounded through me. Soon the smoke melted until only a thin haze filled my vision, and bodies contorted on the floor around me, naked breasts glistening with sweat. Gone were the toys around me, as the uniform I had been wearing grew tight and short on my now grown body.

Hands grasped at my legs, fondling, caressing, and I found myself spinning. Faster and faster I spun, with each turn, until I was left breathless. I fell toward the ground, the bodies around me catching and slowing my descent, pulling the coat from my shoulders. I let it go, thankful to be free of its constraints, as I try to catch my breath.

Hot breath danced across the back of my neck, as hands roamed down the front of my blouse, fumbling at the buttons. A gasp escaped from my mouth, and I tried to push the hands away. Something wasn’t right. I shook my head, pigtails swinging in the air, and my eyes caught the glance of eyes in the shadows, ablaze with light. Movement in the darkness beckons me to draw near, as if pulled by an invisible line. I dragged myself to my feet, ignoring the protests and clawing hands and lumber towards the eyes.

As I cross the boundary into the shadows, inky black forms, somehow darker than the mire around me, grabbed my arms and tugged me forward. I cannot help but stumble until I find myself pressed against a hard table and shoved into a booth. Bright lights suddenly shone overhead, revealing only a mirror in front of me, with lines of pure white. My hands twitched as I gazed at those, my mouth growing dry with want, need.

Ghostly hands trailed along my neck, then to my hair, twirling one of the tails between its fingers. “Just a taste, my sweet. One little taste. You know you want it.”

It was right. I did. I wanted to taste the bitter powder as it slid down the back of my throat, feeling the rush as it infused my being. I licked my lips as I stared at it. What could one little taste hurt? I leaned closer, wanting to relish in the moment again, when movement caught the corner of my eyes.

I glanced to see green eyes and dark hair reach out toward me before plunging into darkness. “Sean?”

A howl filled the air, as the hand toying with my hair grasped the tail and pulled back with its ghostly might. A yelp left my lips, and I jerked myself away, falling out of the booth. The light above me grew, until its bright presence overwhelmed everything, blinding me.

I fumbled about the ground, trying to find anything. A metallic groan filled the air, and I felt my skin crawl as my heart raced. A pop filled the air, and the room began to darken as my vision returned, tiny sparks falling from the ceiling. Again, hands grasped at my arms, and I tried to pull myself free. Talons bit into the soft flash, tearing and ripping as I struggled against it. Pain lanced through me, and I opened my mouth with a scream, but there was no sound.

Teeth sank in beside the claws, against the bones of my wrist. All I could hear was the gnashing and crunching as it continued to chew on my arm. A hand snatched my head, pulling it up by the pigtails as I continued to fight for freedom. Hot blood trickled down my limbs, as my body sagged forward. Everything was so heavy, even my eyes began to droop despite the pain.

Pin pricks skittered across my cheeks towards my temples as hands grabbed my face. Claws ripped into the corners of my eyes, prying them open.

Above me, snaked along the top of the table with its broken body, was that vacant eyed skull. It snapped its head to the side, a sickening crunch echoing about me, grinning with its ever-carved smile. Revulsion poured through me as my throat tightened, but the rest of me froze in place. It lurched forward, opening its jaws as it closed in on my face.

Life, And so it goes…

I’ve had a busy couple of weeks.

I’ve snagged a part time job, I’m still looking for other work, my brain has been moonlighting in the Mass Effect universe once more, and now my poor puppy has gotten injured.

I’m afraid there won’t be much of an update today, and perhaps not this week. I will be back on track soon, but my first priority is taking care of my dog.

In the meantime, if there is anything you’d like to hear more about, please let me know.

Seeking Help

A good friend recently asked me how I managed to get through the worst parts of my depression and rebuild my confidence. I answered truthfully: therapy played the largest role. I found someone that I could go speak with a couple times a month. I could be happy the whole session; I could cry for the first twenty minutes. I could talk about every little thought that drove me crazy, or I could talk about the silly things that my dog had been doing. It was a 50 minute session devoted to me, and what I wanted to get off my chest, off my mind.

But I did do more than that. When I was at my worst, I found that there were so many things that I did that only served to make me more unhappy. I had social media sites, and forums, that I would go to, and rather than feel stimulated by conversation, I felt miserable. I interpretted things as personal attacks at me because it made the most sense. After all, the negative thoughts in my head had control, so what they told me had to be true. Which wasn’t the case, but when you are stuck in that mindset, and feel the constant pressure of negativity, it’s hard to believe otherwise.

So, I made hard choices. I withdrew from those sites where I felt miserable at. Not because I wanted to let the negative voices win, but because I had to stop the cycle of thoughts in my brain. At the time, I couldn’t get away from one of the largest sources of negativity in my life (my then job), but I could work to surround myself with people and activities outside work that brought me happiness. I had to refind that for me. After all, during the worst parts of my depression, I couldn’t bring myself to write. The simplest thing in the world, and the anxiety of that blank page would send me into a near panic that would inevitably result in my tears.

Through this all, I kept going to see my awesome therapist. She might be telling me the same things that people who loved me told me, but that one on one where it’s all about me, it’s something I do need. Plus, it’s no longer about my husband and my friends trying to carry me, trying to fix me. I’m getting the help I need, and I don’t feel the anxiety of being a burden to others. I also have managed to get off all my anti-depressants, and I’m less likely to try and sequester myself in solitude even on my worst mental health days.

I have pretty bad days still. I’ve had a string of them lately. Unemployment sucks, and it feels like failure on a magnitude that I can’t control. Part of me wants to just hide until I disappear from society entirely, but I don’t want to let that negativity take hold again. So, I’m going to stick to my commitments. I’m going to hang out with my friends, and just enjoy being there, even though my brain is trying to sabotage that for me. I can be stronger than the worst parts of me. I have to work at it, and it’s not something I always win at, but I try.

So, for those out there struggling, I hope maybe part of this helps you. If not, I hope you find what will help you, and just know, that there are people who understand where you are. (Seriously, Wil Wheaton is a huge inspiration for me when it comes to speaking out about this issue.)

Power in the Dresden Files

I’ve been on a good reading kick in the first time in months. Sometimes, when I’m in my writer mindset, I can’t motivate myself to read, for a number of reasons. Ever since I finished the second draft of my novel though, I’ve found myself reading again. It’s been nice to look in other worlds and see these characters.

The majority of my reading has been on The Dresden Files. I am not caught up with the series; I just finished Blood Rites (book six), so there are still some curveballs and twists that I’ve not witnessed yet. I find myself raptly engaged by the world Jim Butcher created, and I like the characters, but there’s something nagging at me as I finish each book, and it has to do with Harry Dresden himself.

Now, I like Harry. I didn’t care much for him after the first book or two, but he did grow on me. As I’ve spent more time with him, his personality has won me over, but there’s something about him on a meta level that pisses me off. He’s overstocked with power, and this trend has continued after every book. Harry is given more and more power, and that leaves a bad taste in my mouth. (After all, Anita Blake had the same thing given to her, but the lurid and tasteless sex scenes that began to overrun the novels ran me off before I could find out why Anita was becoming such a powerhouse.)

I don’t know why I dislike this trend. It may be that the writer side of my brain just doesn’t like one person becoming so omnipotently powerful, even if it seems like small steps along the way. Or, maybe it’s the years of roleplaying that makes me dislike when one character is stocked to the point where you wonder why the other characters are even there. (I’ve been in those games. It’s never fun.) I can see that Jim Butcher is working towards a larger picture, and obviously this accrued power is part of that end goal, but I find myself wondering why put so much on one person.

Let’s look at Harry for a moment:

1. He’s a very powerful wizard. The White Council, other spell casters, and other supernatural creatures are all aptly aware of this, and as such, this is pointed out to us as a reader.

2. He has a faery godmother, who traded her boon from him to Mab of the Winter Court. Queen Mab has already once offered to give him the powers of the Winter Knight. (He owes her two more favors, as of where I’ve read. I foresee that this is likely to occur.)

3. He has acquired one of the Swords of the Cross – one of three very holy relics. He did try to give it back, but the other two knights insisted that Shiro wanted him to have it. Now, yes, an angel could come and take it to give it to someone else, I’m sure, but as of right now, Harry has it. (And it’s been shown that one does not have to be a devout Christian to be one of these Knights.)

4. He has a Temple Dog, acquired by accident, but he has one. I did some looking up on what the Temple Dogs do. They help keep one from being afflicted by mind-affecting magic, amongst other things.

5. He has a Silver Coin of the Fallen, a demon that would offer him fantastic power in order to gain control of him. He buried it in his basement, but he now has access to Hellfire, and his burnt hand has skin unburnt in the sigil of the demon that was represented on said coin. (Since he has a temple dog, he would stand to be able to not be as affected by said demon while still somehow accessing the power.)

6. Finally, his mother was Margaret LeFey. I like Arthurian legend. I know the last name LeFey. Morgana, Morgan, however you want to call her. This means that his lineage is of very powerful magic, which could foreshadow even larger scopes of power in his future. Sure, this could go hand in hand with the first point that he was a powerful wizard, but the fact that one of the most well-known sorceresses in our legends could be linked to Harry deserved its own point.

Now, as I said, I’ve not finished what has been written to date, and I am certain that there is something important as to why this has been done. It just irks me. I know that these are Harry’s books, so yes he is going to be the center of everything that occurs, but I’d kind of like to see the power spread out. Yes, there are other big bads and powerful entities, but we’re starting to see that Harry is culminating enough power to be akin to a god. He’s fallible, and that makes him endearing as a character. I guess I just wished that I knew more as to why Harry has to be so powerful. (I’ve heard rumors of how this series might end, and I’m sure all of this plays into that, but right now, it seems supremely unbalanced.)

Have any thoughts? Comments? Please feel free to leave them. Of, and be a dear, and follow Wheaton’s Law (aka Don’t be a dick.). Spoilers for future books are not wanted.

To Tell a Tale

I’ve done quite a bit of reading over the past few weeks. One of the books I read had an interesting dynamic with the Point of View (POV) in each chapter. (This isn’t a discussion on using the first, second or third person, but rather multiple POVS regardles of voice.) It gave me a moment to pause and think over how POV can be used to effect the reader’s role in how a story unfolds. It can be quite successful, but it can also add hinderances to the overall story.

(Now, I won’t be discussing George R. R. Martin here. He, in my opinion, is the undoubted master at weaving POV chapters. If you’ve read any of the Song of Fire and Ice, you will have noticed that every chapter is told from a different POV, and it slowly weaves a fantastic tale of the land of Westeros.)

The first thing that stood out to me after I finished one of the books was that the two main characters had developed in a clear way that I understood both. This was because the author alternated POVs for each character, giving us the insight into both minds as the events unfold. There is an intimacy that is enabled by this stylistic choice; however, it is that same level of intimacy that hindered the story for me as well.

Toward the end of the book, there is a critical scene that plays out and one character is unsure of the motives of the other. The chapter should be frought with terror. Yet, I found myself not feeling the level of terror that should be conveyed because I knew the other character so well from all the other chapters. It’s partly a great testament to the author’s writing that I never doubted the other character despite it not being from their POV. It’s part of the double-edged sword of writing multiple POVs in a story. An author can quickly lose the mystery and intrigue of not knowing what is going on inside the mind’s of the other people in the scene.

Another way the POVs can negatively affect the story is that there can be too much repetition in showing the same scene from the two characters. As a reader, you’ve already read that dialogue once, and seen most of the action. Getting the insight into each character’s mind isn’t always necessary. It can make the story become sluggish and stall at times because there isn’t enough new information to really jump off the page. However, there are times that a critical scene playing out from the varying POVs can really help the reader a larger picture. As a writer, you have to decide what is the best course of action for your own story. Again, it’s that double-edged sword.

Finally, the biggest thing if you use multiple POVs is that you clearly identify the changing of POVs. In a third person story, it should be glaring obvious when the narration changes from Jill to Jack, but if you write in the first person, to give the reader a chance to identify more directly with the character, there has to be a clear indication. If I were to read a chapter in the first person,and the main character is clearly identified and is developing a clear voice, and I move to a second chapter which continues using the first person with no indicator of a switch of who is telling the story, it becomes confusing. After all, Jill and Jack would have two distinct voices, but in the first person, it can be harder to immediately identify the difference especially if it’s when you are first meeting these two characters. It could easily be solved by dictating the character name under the chapter number, or simply devising a legend for symbols corresponding to each character. As a reader, you don’t want to be halfway through a chapter thinking it’s one character, only to learn that you had it all wrong, especially at the start of a story. Confused readers may decide to put down the book and not return, so we want them to feel that they aren’t missing a step.

I’ve written stories from single POVs to multiple POVs. Every story is different, and sometimes you don’t know what character needs to step forward to guide the narrative at every turn until you try it from a different POV. At least, that has been my experience.

Those are just a few thoughts to keep in mind when writing regarding POVs. Not everyone may agree with my opinions, but hey, we don’t all have to agree on everything. Questions? Thoughts? Comments? Please leave them below. (Also as part of my New Years resolution to keep at this better, I shall be discussing in my next post about some thoughts that have struck me as I have read The Dresden Files for the first time.)

Happy New Year!

Okay, so I’m late. Again.

I really meant to get back to this sooner, but I had interviews, and family things, and none of that really matters. I need to do better, and that’s one of the things I am going to do my best to do this year.

So, over the past few weeks, I’ve finished my first editorial pass on my novel, and I just recently finished my second draft. It’s all very exciting, and I feel all the pieces slowly fitting together in a way that just excites me. I know I have a lot more work ahead of me, but I feel reasonably assured that I could publish sometime this year. That’s the goal, and funny enough, my New Year’s Resolution.

I’m saddened by the fact that all my favorite TV shows are mostly on hiatus until after the Olympics. The two “cliffhangers” that have me antsy the most are actually Once Upon a Time and Grey’s Anatomy (my favorite guilty pleasure show). I’m eager to see what the creative minds behind Once Upon a Time will 129300_8231have done with The Enchanted Forest, more than just bring the Wicked Witch there. Are they going to tie in Ginnifer Goodwin’s pregnancy? Are the Ogres still a problem, as was hinted last season? Is Robert Carlyle truly gone from the cast? (I will say that I think they managed to deftly handle the aging of Henry, for now. It could become problematic again if they don’t keep time moving at a good pace.) Plus, Hook. I always need more Hook on my screen.

Grey’s Anatomy though, I’m dying to find out what happened between Jackson Avery and April Kepner. I wanted to smack Jackson for doing that to her, mind you. Don’t get me wrong. I liked Jackson and April when they first got together, but the last year of their relationship has been a constant, “No, I can’t be with you!” from one or the other. Then they introduced Matt, who is adorable and perfect for April. He truly is. He’s going to be the one hurt most from all of this, which is a shame. A pure, unadulterated shame, because I don’t think he’d hurt April, and I think she does love him. (But the obvious writing is that the wedding won’t happen. She might not choose Jackson, but the wedding won’t happen. Prove me wrong, Grey’s!)

HoJosh-Holloway-Intelligencewever, in the interim, I will have a new show on CBS to ogle, er, watch. Josh Holloway, the devastatingly good-looking actor who portrayed conman Sawyer on Lost, is now playing a Chuck-esque role in Intelligence. Plus, it has Red/Ruby from Once Upon a Time. I shall be tuning in to see if that show is worth more than just its eye candy.

That’s it for today. I have a writing-related thoughtful post to come on Points of Views in a novel. For now though, thoughts, questions, comments, leave them here!

Once Upon a Time

Sticking with my theme of commenting on tv shows, I feel compelled to discuss one of my favorite shows (SPOILER WARNING FOR CONTENT TO COME):


One of the reasons I quickly fell in love with this series when it started was the fact that I adore fairy tales. More than that, one of my favorite writing exercises is to take a fairy tale and put a new twist on it. What this show has done from the very beginning for me, is exactly that one thing. They’ve taken all these various fairy tales and linked them together in new ways, and in the process, added their own new unique flares to them.

Now, we’re almost two and a half years into the show’s run, and I’m as hooked now as I was when I first started watching. As you may know, the show spent 027_Lady_of_the_Lake_episode_still_of_Henry_Mills_250pxthe better half of the season in Neverland, trying to rescue little Henry. The actor playing Henry (Jared Gilmore) does an adequate job. He’s a child actor, and they don’t quite have the range that older actors have developed. He’s also surrounded by amazing actors that just overshadow his ability. It’s not his fault, but the kid is a kid. He’s still learning, and it’ll take time to see if he can reach the same levels as say Robert Carlyle.

The fact that he is a kid is actually the problem at the moment. The show is fast closing in on its third year, but the time in Storybrooke has not moved as quickly. Henry is still supposed to be 10 or 11 years old, but the actor is obviously getting older. With his portrayal as Pan, I wasn’t sure if he was intentionally lowering his voice, or if perhaps his voice actually has started to change, deepening it from the higher register we as viewers have become accustomed to. Not only do they have to worry about the voice changes, the boy is going to hit a growth spurt sooner or later that might propel him to heights harder to imagine a pre-teen hitting. This is going to be a Lost kind of problem.

In Lost, they too had a show that was taking place over a short period of time over multiple seasons. Originally Walt, the 10ish year old boy survivor, was part of the cast, but where most of the cast was not going to age quickly, the actor playing Walt hit that moment of puberty that would not be able to be explained easily. They had to find a way to write him out. In contrast, Once Upon a Time may have hit their solution to that problem with the twist of Pan taking over Henry’s body, which places Henry in Pan’s body.

Herein lies a most intriguing possibility: what if in defeating Pan they are forced to kill “Henry” – as in Henry’s body. The actor playing Pan (Robbie Kay) has been ROBBIE KAYamazing. He’s charismatic, he’s got the look of a teenage heartthrob, and he’s been able to hold his own in scenes with these other actors. It also allows them to avoid the future problems of Henry aging too fast suddenly. Not to mention, it would be a fun twist to see play out (especially since I imagine that Rumple or Regina would have to be at the center of the “Henry” demise).

I doubt that they would do this, but it would be fun. I think based on the promo for the Winter Finale, I see what they might be getting ready to do, but they’ve surprised me from time to time. I do hope that whatever ends up happening for these exiled fairytale characters that they do something to really shake up where the show will be picking up in the new year. Many of the characters, minor as they may be, have been ignored as new characters were introduced. It would be nice to see more of the original recurring cast. Plus, some of the other character stories have stagnated.

I’m a huge “Rumbelle” fan, but their reunion left me wanting. She looked to him with tear-filled eyes, professing love, and he promised his old promises. There was nothing new between them, and for me, I think their relationship entices me the most when he’s bad trying to be good. Right now, he’s just being good, and Rumple is one of the most detailed villains that I’ve had the luxury to see on TV. I want his villainous edge back.

Anyways, that’s enough of my rambling. Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Leave them here.

Also, if you like romances, and in particular historical romances, check out my friend Caroline Lee’s A Cheyenne Christmas, here.