Erik Mercer

To whoever thinks it's okay to give a kid some giant can of sticky glitter-slime for their birthday at school:

Not funny!

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Opinions do vary, of course, but there is no general rule that prohibits cacao; ergo, people do gift vegan chocolate for fasting.

So, in case you needed any real world excuse to go a little wild in your story, feel free to help yourself to a chocolate-fast that actually exists.

But not everybody can abandon their work for nine nights. For those people, rules were established, banning certain products like wheat.

Except, when that was established, the Americas where yet unknown. So, native plants like cacao, coffee, and potato never made the list.

A plate of homemade, heart-shaped vegan chocolate pralines

If you still need an excuse for allowing strange ideas in your writing, look no further than navratri: A nine-night fast of potato chips and chocolate. How come?

The navratri idea is that you retreat to the forest to meditate, consuming only what the forest provides.

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Why indigo? Because the production of indigo requires vast plantations that deplete already poor soil, leaving behind barren, infertile land. For a desert tribe, the boycott made sense.

When writing fantasy, readers are visitors to an unknown, meant to feel different to them.

Image of a shepherd and their sheep in a desert-like area, between dry trees with a house in the background.

When world building traditions and lore for scifi and fantasy, being quirky is not a fault, but good advice based on reality.

Take the bishnoi tribe for example. Their traditional rules ban the obvious like violence, theft, meat, alcohol, and ... the color "indigo".

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Two siam cats looking at something behind the camera.

The cats are having a movie night. They are watching "The Birds".

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Anyone know of university creative writing professors who are organizing against use of AI in their classrooms (or resisting it in other interesting ways)? For something I’m working on. DM me here or contact info in my bio…

Photograph of a colorful truck with a magic spell painted on

To explain the "spell": It's fairly common in India and other parts of Asia, to find this and other warding spells painted on objects that might attract negative emotions toward their owner: like cars--or books.

It's a personal, friendly nod towards some good people in my life.

A book title, followed by the line बुरी नजर वाले तेरा मुँह काला spoken as Buri Nazar Wale Tera Muh Kala. A (very) loose translation would be: "Those who look at me with envy, may your face turn the color of your heart".

A while back, I began to open my presentations with "buri nazar wale tera muh kala", which are magic words to ward off the evil eye--I haven't had a bad response since.

While I'm not sure it's the spell's magic at work, it does give me something to talk about to break the ice.

A baking tray of cookies covered in various shades of sugar and chocolate glazing.

I recently attended a talk by a person that makes four digits per session as a "communication trainer".

She didn't have much to say.

Except that each presentation should be "an experience".

Ever since, I bring cookies.
It works.

Authors and their characters have one thing in common: Every living thing, fictional or not, is always a "work in progress".

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The rain didn't intend to wash away the tent, it just did.

My mistake was to try to write a story about how you venture out, defeat the evil cloud, and live happily ever. But you can't stop rain from falling, you can only learn to deal with it.

That, right there, is the story.

Looking at the story with fresh eyes, the ending is obvious.

People come and go, things go wrong, and it doesn't need to be anybody's fault. Protagonists don't need to struggle with conflict, when living a meaningful life is hard enough.

Finding meaning in chaos is satisfying.

The mistake was pursuing a three-act structure and the hero's journey, not because it made sense, but because people told me it was the bee's knees.

Except, my book isn't a hero's journey. Life doesn't need good guys or evil villains, it's sufficient that life isn't always fair.

I finally realized why I had trouble writing the ending to my latest book, and it's that I listened to wrong advice instead of my heart.

Learn from my mistake, and if you know something to be true, write the way you need to.

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Hence, when you buy a violin, you always pick up a box of resin on the side. If you are an obvious newbie, some people will tell you to do so, while others… will only give you this wide, knowing grin that seems to say: “You will be back.”

You see, the bow is made of horse hair. Fresh out of the box, the hair is too smooth and running it over the instrument does nothing. Only after you treat it with a "stone" of pine resin, it roughens up the surface, causing the bow to grip the strings to make them "sing".

To entice a protagonist to pick up an instrument: Used violins are often dirt-cheap.

Novices buy them, to find they can't get a peep out of it. Disappointed, they sell it at a loss, unknowing that it needs not skill, but a tiny box labelled "colophony".
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A symbolic picture showing a range of colorful milk-based desserts covered in flower pedals and pieces of fruits.

It's fascinating, how in #SciFi, protagonists regularly eat and drink at alien pubs, while back on Earth, even our local species can't digest food meant for humans and vice versa. Toxins, allergies, intolerances, you name it.

There may be unexplored plot points here.

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What you won't necessarily guess is that it's a "music" store.

The "seashells" are shankhs--blown like a trumpet during a religious gathering, or… well, when you feel like blowing a shankh. The biggest--though impressive--are not the best. It all depends on the sound.

They had their work cut out for them. 😅

A roadside shop called Abraham Sea Shells featuring a display of local seashells in various sizes. The shoreline is on the other side of the road, just outside the camera view.

She sells seashells by the sea shore.

(I always wanted to say that.)

Small lizard sitting on a white wall next to a ventilation shaft.

The good thing about being in an affordable “homestay” hotel: Every room comes with a free lizard.

Broken rust-brown rectangular rods are suspended on stone benches in a garden for display

The magnet inside the temple was so strong, it affected ships at sea. Portuguese sailors found their compasses distorted. They made landfall, got to the source, and destroyed the temple. Only fragments of the magnetic pins remain, and are kept for display, hinting the true size.

But, the true marvel for a writer is the “floating temple” behind it. Held together not by mortar or nails, but magnetism. Giant magnetic pins kept several tons of stone walls in place, while the idol inside was kept suspended in midair, thanks to magnets in floor, and ceiling.

Konark sun temple in India, resembling the sun-chariot, with sun dials shaped as wheels, drawn by stone horses

Close-up of a sundial wheel. It is elaborately carved, rich in ornaments, and can tell the time with a precision of three minutes.

The Konark sun temple is a world wonder.
It's resembling the sun-chariot, with 12 wheel-shaped sun dials, drawn by 7 stone horses. Each of the elaborately carved wheels has a precision of 3 minutes.

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Animals can provide exposition.

Take this monkey: He demonstrates what true courage means. True courage is taking an ice cream cart to the Hanuman temple.

These little fellows don't care for fruits, they live for sweets, and they will rob you blind.

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Colorful temple entrance featuring three Hanuman figures, as well as the "holy family" to its side. The big Hanuman is holding his iconic weapon in one hand, while raising his other hand in a warding posture, his palm points towards the sea.

Stories are everywhere.

This is "Bound Hanuman" temple. Here, Hanuman was tasked by Vishnu to guard the costal town of Puri from flooding. However, Hanuman has a sweet tooth, snuck off for dessert, and the town was flooded. Upon his return, Vishnu chained Hanuman to his post.

Picture of a narrow alley with hundreds of tiny lamps and neon signs. The adverts promise a "clinic", "automobiles", and "chai".

Picture of a narrow alley with hundreds of tiny lamps and neon signs. An advert for "Mr. K" points out an "exclusive Korean café"

Picture of a narrow alley with hundreds of tiny lamps and neon signs. Under a tin-roof sky, waiters hand out food, while others offer haircuts and color printouts.

Narrow side-alleys that offer anything and everything from street dogs, haircuts, medicine, photo-copies, to food are a typical sight. Except: They are usually busier than this. (But, it's off-season on a Tuesday night at 2AM.) Best place to find some local stories.