Growing up he enjoyed most of the same things other little boys born in the 1960s did. He loved to play baseball and ride his bicycle all over the hilly terrain surrounding his family home. Life was pretty good. Sure, there were only four channels to watch on TV (and one of those was a grainy UHF-based ABC affiliate.) But there was some magic contained in that quartet. Many hours were whiled away sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of a monolithic console television set that was comprised of more wood than electronics. Beaming from its convex low-resolution screen were such fantastic offerings as "Batman", "Looney Tunes" and "The Wild Wild West". Young Tilmer (known as Timmy in those days) would hop up excitedly after watching James West and Artemis Gordon foil the diminutive, but evil, Dr. Loveless. Off he would dash to his room where, in his closet, he would find the old cardboard box that had once housed the vacuum cleaner. This box held all of his most precious toys. Digging frantically, he would eventually find his trusty chrome-plated six-shooter cap pistol, reeking of burned powder from previous conquests. Minutes later, the pistol would be loaded with a fresh roll of red paper caps and Timmy would blaze out the back door, across the patio and into the large, grassy back yard. There, in his soaring imagination, he would find the nefarious Dr. Loveless and bring him to justice, all the while humming "The Wild Wild West" theme song as loudly as possible.
Tilmer has since retired the old chrome six-shooter and his wild west secret agent days are behind him. Since graduating from Florida State University in 1987 with a degree in Computer Science he has gotten married (and stayed married), fathered two beautiful daughters and worked in a variety of Information Technology roles across the southeastern United States. Today, he lives in Knoxville, TN. He loves to write and hates to edit. He loves music and plays the piano and guitar (both poorly.)
Tilmer Wright, Jr was born in 1965 in Kingsport, Tennessee. His mother was a dedicated homemaker and incredible loving mother of three - of which Tilmer was the youngest and the only boy. His father, Tilmer Sr., worked at a glass manufacturing facility and was just the best dad a kid could have.
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I have just finished the first draft of my new novel, The Bit Dance. (I'll pause here while the applause dies down.)
I am very excited about this milestone, but I am much less excited about the editing process that lies before me. It's always a tough thing for me to get done. It's not as creative as the writing process so it's not nearly as much fun. But - it has to be done.
The other thing that has to be done is a synopsis for the back cover and the Amazon page. I struggle with this phase of writing. How much is enough? How much is too much? I want to entice my readers, but I don't want to give away too much of the plot. Part of the fun of reading is trying to guess what surprises the author has in store along the way - and then being truly surprised when you fail to see the twists coming.
You folks are my fellow writers. As such, you might have to endure the pain of spoilers now and again in your valiant efforts to help your fellow authors along their respective paths. I don't think there are any real spoilers in this synopsis, but some of the direction of the plot is revealed. Too much? Not enough? Enticing? Boring? Can I get some opinions on this first stab? All comments and criticism are welcome. Post a reply or e-mail me with your pearls of wisdom. Thanks!
What happens when millions of tiny minds find a way to work together? At what point do they become one? At what point are they no longer merely machinery, but actually alive?
Kayla Henry is a genius. She has a grasp of technology that far surpasses that of people three times her age. She has mastered every skill she has attempted to acquire – except the ability to impress her father and appease his overbearing perfectionism.
The eBot is the newest offering from Icarus Innovations that will set the company’s course for as much as a decade. It is a revolutionary toy endowed with groundbreaking technology and an online community that will encourage consumers to share their experiences.
When an ex-KGB officer co-ops the technology for his own nefarious purposes, it responds in ways no one could predict – or even imagine.
Wayne's excellent post about dialogue prompted me to revisit a lot of my current project's content. While doing so, I started obsessing (as I am wont to do) about grammar rules. I'm not talking about the content of the characters' speech or anything like colloquialism. I'm talking about how we structure our work around such content.
For example, the following is NOT correct. Hopefully, everyone can see this.
"Come on in." The minister said.
Even though it should be obvious that this is incorrect, I see it all the time. The right way to write this is...
"Come on in," the minister said.
Sometimes it's hard to follow rules like this because they are not completely intuitive. There are books and web sites out there for reference, but face it - when you are in the heat of battle with your characters' personalities you don't want to go plowing through a hundred pages of text or drill down through a bunch of web pages. At least I know I don't want to do that.
I found a web site that has a nice summary of the common situations we are all going to encounter while writing dialogue. It's advertising a larger work for sale. I don't have any insight into that product, but the simple rules stated on this page are a nice quick reference. I thought I would share on the coattails of Wayne's post.
Here is a link to my personal blog entry containing Chapter 1 of my new novel. I am stuck at about 80% completion (first draft). I thought I would share to get some feedback from the group.
I hope you find it interesting.