Thought I would share some news, and a little bit of my process, for those who are looking forward to my next book.
I am working on my next fairy tale novella. It is taken from Hans Christian Anderson's version of the Snow Queen, not Disney's Frozen. So why do I have the video above? Because it has awaken my inspiration for this story.
Here is a little background... when Disney first announced that they were going to do an animated story based off Hans Christian Anderson's Snow Queen i was ecstatic... until their direction started to become more clear. Before the movie came out I started writing my own version. After its success I put my story aside, thinking no one would want to read my version after the success of Frozen which does not have much that resembles my beloved authors version.
So I set it aside. Not really thinking about it... until I saw this YouTube video... and my story came back to the front of my mind. Here is a hint... my story is not actually going to be about the Snow Queen... but her daughter(s). The one that is only mentioned vaguely in one of the versions of the snow queen. (Refresher: the snow queen brings the boy to marry her daughter in one of the versions. only one mention... but it always stuck with me.)
I love the idea that one of the daughters gets sent away because the other got kidnapped for her magical powers. Of course I am only using this as inspiration for my story. However I can not get the concept out of my head.
So here is a look into my process. Normally I will get an idea... write as much as I can on the story... then put it in a drawer, until the inspiration or new ideas start formulating a complete story. Perhaps this is why i have three drawers full of unfiished projects... including the much awaited Mythology Series, A High School Prom story and many others (including my version of Beauty and the Beast, Sleeping Beauty, and many many more original concepts.
The second step to my writing process is gathering images that I find, most of the time randomly... that will be the source for my scenes as well as characters. This is a big one since I see things in my head so vividly...
These are just the newest inspirations for the story I am working on. If I Showed you everything... you wouldn't need to read my story. I am intertwining my new concepts of Rapunzel into my Snow Queen story. That is not to say that the other juvenile story I have written for Rapunzel (here's a hint: it has to do with imaginary friends...) will not still happen, eventually.
I hope that you enjoyed the insights into my process and hope that i have peeked your interest in what I am working on right now.
-K. A. Petentler
As we all return to our regular lives, after not winning the lottery, we need to remember to be thankful for what we have. I struggle with this one a lot. especially during long periods of writers block. For me the excitement of the lottery took place of my normal excitement about Award shows.
For the past couple of years I have started to realize something shocking: I am not the majority. one of my favorite in movies and television this year was Jupiter Ascending, Selfless, and of course Game of Thrones.
Of course I want to see Revenant, the Martian and Bridge of Spies, but I am just not as excited for the award shows like I have been in the past. In fact the last couple of years I have opted to have watch parties, (just me and my husband) for the Globes instead of Oscars. (it used to be the other way around.)
The point of all of this is just to say I have felt disconnected, and uninspired by Hollywood lately. The lottery has afforded me to dream again, to believe that my ideas and stories could rejuvenate the imagination and artistry back into Hollywood. Of course my plans of moving to California and becoming one of the great writers is once again delayed, but not over as I had previously thought.
The lottery just reminded me of my dreams. The book series that I want to share with the world, the stories that I have that will make the world look at fairytales in a new light other then the one the Disney corporation has been doing (fairytales can be so much more then this).
If you are still reading this, and I haven't lost you along the way. I want to remind you all that the first three books I have released on Kindle are all free starting today, and will continue being free until Monday the 18th. If I was a millionaire I would give my books away for free all the time, because reading is so important, for children and the younger generation.
I feel like they need more books, to lift their imaginations, to remind them to dream beyond their circumstances. It is why I started publishing my writing...so that my daughter can have stories and books that will help her imagination thrive and dream beyond what I can give her.
Keep Dreaming - K. A. Petentler
Click on the pictures to link you to the Amazon Kindle pages. If you are on Kindle type in my name with the periods to find all three books, I don't know why they do this.
Free Kindle ebooks!
I am pleased to announce that January 14-18 all three of my kindle books are free.
As well, all three of them are enrolled in Kindle Select. I am doing this for two reasons, the first is I need reviews.
The second is because I want to share these books with all of you. Finances are especially tight right now, and I thought that perhaps it is the same for all of you. Spread the word, and pay it forward to the writing community. Also I want to thank all of you who have followed me on my journey, it might not be quite where I want it, but here's to keeping the faith in 2016.
Click on the images, and they should send you to the Kindle Page. On the Kindle device make sure that you type in my name, with the periods to find all three books (don't ask me why they do that...)
K. A. Petentler
The Dreamer, a young girl who throws everything to the wind and believes in personal fairytales.
That is who she has always been.
Today that dreamer died, as she has each day for the past five years or so.
What makes today special?
It marks the end of her life. For you see, a dreamer whose every dream has died, died along with her last dream.
She has dreamt so many dreams, but there was always one that she held onto the hardest, the longest; but even that gets frayed over time.
Until it finally breaks, not with a bang, but with a shiver of a rope finally breaking. Only this tiny string, all that was left of the frayed rope, was sewn into her very soul. Once it broke it shattered her very existence.
So why, you might ask is this dreamers life any different then all the others who have died, plaguing the streets with lost dreams. After all the colors have all faded from the towns, and even the sky seems to have turned a muted sort of gray. She was the last dreamer. The last keeper of the earth and world. Her dreams were what built the very streets and buildings we live on. once there were so many dreamers, reinvention and dreams coming true happened every day. She was the last stoke, all the other dreamers had run out of dreams a long time ago. They all left before they had to watch all the world die, and dreams alongside it. Before the destruction could destroy the fabric of who they were.
But she stayed. She might have been the smallest girl, but she was the biggest dreamer, and for a long time her dreams were enough to hold the world together. The power of her dreams kept the wheel of reinvention spinning and with it the world moving. But soon her dreams fell to deaf ears, to people blinded by greed and their own vices. That did not stop her, she kept dreaming of new and better things for this world of hers. But not matter how hard she tried, nothing seemed to reach those around her. Until the wheel stopped and all she had left was a single dream; a selfish dream. A fairy tale for herself, no longer to be alone in the sweltering hot, minding a wheel that no one believed in anymore. With each mind numbing creak, that dream was the only one she could remember, hold onto. But as each day passed the realization that her dream was never going to rescue her, no one remembered that she existed, let alone her importance.
Slowly the pain took over, in her heart; and the wheel was too heavy to handle. Until she finally stopped. She stepped off of the wheel, walked over to the door and left.
Even through the gray fog that was the beautiful city she once created, she could still see all of those minute details, that made the dream unique and special. But as she walked along, she noticed how they seemed to fade away, as did the last memories of who she had been, and slowly as she moved further from the wheel, she forgot herself more and more, until she was wandering aimlessly in a vacuum of strange blob shapes, and eventually there was nothing. everything was blank. White, bright white nothingness.
The dreamer closed her eyes, and panic overtook her. She saw nothing. She heard nothing. The colors, sounds, even the smells had disappeared, as if they had never existed. She opened her eyes frantic. But as she looked down, even she no longer existed. And with her final breath she thought a final thought and no longer existed. Where she had left a world sprung to life; a miraculous beautiful, exotic world full of people, all of whom were given the ability to dream, no dreamers separated out to create everything. Each person capable of making their dreams come true. A world full of people who could create, and appreciate what other created. A world full of dreamers and creators who never had to be alone, was the little dreamers final unselfish dream, even if she couldn't see it; she had believed in it with every last breath...
(Written By K. A. Petentler)
Sometimes I feel like all I have are dreams. Places I have created that are slowly slipping away and I forget them. More often then not I have a dream, pursue that dream only for such dreams to fall on deaf ears or blind eyes. It is hard to be a illusionist, or dreamer when the whole world is too focused on themselves and not others. It slowly kills others dreams, and as each die, I feel like the dreamer, like I am disappearing with the dreams I can no longer remember.
Fortunately for me I still have one major, big dream left. My Mythology series. Perhaps that is why I am still holding onto it so tightly, I know that if it is not finished, It can never die. But the bigger reality is, if I never finish it, it can never exist outside of myself. Frayed Dreams End. And I never want this to happen to my mythology series. So despite all of my negative apprehensions of the coming year and the doom I feel, it is time to finish this book, and let it out into the world, and hope it does not fall on deaf ears.
To those who dream of becoming a writer; keep dreaming and never give up.
- K. A. Petentler
I am a fairytale writer of children's books and young adult novels. At the moment I have self published through my own publishing company. Remnants Publishing. Unmasked is my first long short fairytale. Polarbe's Hibernation is our children's book. And there is plenty more on the way.