Phantastic Fiction: A Shamanic Approach to Story
Matthew J. Pallamary’s popular Phantastic Fiction Workshop has been a staple of the Santa Barbara Writers Conference and the Southern California Writer’s Conference for over thirty years. He has also lectured at numerous other venues and led his own weekend intensive workshops.
Matt has spent extended time in the jungles, mountains, and deserts of North, Central, and South America pursuing his studies of shamanism and ancient cultures. Through his research into both the written word and the ancient beliefs of shamanism, he has uncovered the heart of what a story really is and integrated it into core dramatic concepts that also have their basis in shamanism.
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Hi Matt,
I was still up, at two fifty nine on what I hope is a great Wednesday. It surely got off that way. My older’ lady is sleeping soundly, quite happy with this GD Yankee. I earned that moniker by not only coming down here and staying, yet I also had the temerity to breed as well. That really pisses them off, so that of course is what I did. You however never lost your guiding star by the LOOK of the awards. I am humbled. I actually mean that. My older sister, Roberta likes to say that my life has been “colorful.” You have been much more diligent at being you. We all choose our own paths, it just took me a bit longer. I am very grateful for your offer. I’m off to explore your stuff, and peck a bit at my own. Personally, what always has fascinated me about this genre isn’t the tech. It’s always been the different societies we discover within our own minds. From Heinlein in the fifth grade at St. Marks, to Niven and Pournelle. Then the eighties with the likes of William Gibson’s dystopian concepts. Those were so post apocalyptic. We both know the realities of a nuclear war. I may have been a grunt for a while, but I also pulled security for our Regiments Gun Bunnies when they played with a white 155 mm. round. Yes, our chat was a bit scary. It has been a total of forty plus years since I first left the Commonwealth. Trust me, the good folks down here just could never understand me at all. I am just one of them folks who never really understands people. Machines, ideas yes; vet individuals elude me. Too smart for my own good, the nuns used to say. Perhaps they were right, I outlived them. I outlived far too many. I m sure you cm relate. Thanks gin. I’ll type at you later, my friend, and Brother. Peace.
Thanks for your good thoughts here brother!
I’ve been a bit out of the loop with stuff and just now saw this.
OFD all the way, homie!