The books and music of Ren Cummins
The official site of author Ren Cummins, information about his books and music, a place to find questions, answers, and more questions for those. Links and other internety things, in a sort of one-stop shop.
I drive a ridiculous car.
I mean, it’s a small car. A red car. It’s a hatchback, and it gets good gas mileage, but…. Have you ever seen a car and just thought, “that car is ME”? Like, my car is NOT that car. It was cheap, it was fuel-efficient, and it has a pretty roomy back end.
(Good lord, I need to not write things like that out loud.)
Read MoreI’ve never sat on the floor of a theater before. It’s probably filthy, and I’m pretty sure my mom would have grounded me for doing something so horribly irresponsible, but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt me. Besides, I’m seven. Being seven means you get to do stupid things like sit on the carpet in the aisle of a movie theater.
Also besides…. This was Star Wars.
Read More“Michelle! You got a bottle opener somewhere?”
The disembodied voice from the living room answered. “On the fridge. Looks like the Millennium Falcon.”
“The what?”
Silence fell upon the kitchen, followed by an astonished exclamation, again from the other room. “Oh my god, Steven, you did not just say that.”
Read MoreWhen I was about seven, my mom asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, and my answer was a firm “Spider-man.” I’d read the comics, I knew he existed, and that’s what I wanted to do. Dangerous? Sure, but that’s the price of doing good deeds. With great power comes great responsibility, and, while I didn’t know exactly what my super-power was…
Read MoreLife as a time traveler is probably a lot less glamorous than most people expect. I mean, thanks to all the pop culture icons like Doctor Who or Jules Verne or the Avengers, the expectation is that we all just flip some cool little levers or set the WABAC machine for the year 2525 and pop on over for tea and laser beams. But the truth is nowhere near as interesting - or at least needs a lot less CGI.
Read MoreHow many times have you started to write something, or felt even that first little blush of excitement at a new idea you wanted to tell a story about, only to start feeling the overwhelming horror rise up that maybe you just don’t know enough about it to write it? It’s happened to me… like, every time.
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