- PUBLISHED the urban fantasy Fractions of Existence.
- Team member at Operation Awesome
- PHOTOBUCKET CRISIS
- Survived A to Z 2018
- Completed two book tours
~updated June 10, 2018
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J Lenni Dorner is best known for the Existence speculative fiction book series.
Fractions of Existence, book one, is on Amazon.
J is also known for the writer’s reference book, “Preparing to Write Settings that Feel Like Characters,” which is available on Amazon and Smashwords.
The author attended Penn State.
J has been published (under pseudonyms) in several anthologies, a small press magazine, and the Philadelphia Inquirer.
J weaves fantasy with lore to unhinge your mind.
Write Club 2014 selected only thirty-two submissions to compete, and J’s was one of them. Also made it through two rounds of Write Club 2016.
The Creative Writing Institute held a contest that resulted in J Lenni Dorner being published in December 2014 in WRONG!: A themed anthology 2014 (available on Amazon).
J is the winner of the Write Edit Publish Now flash fiction “Youthful Frights versus Adult Fears” Halloween challenge 2015.
Signum University’s Mythgard Institute held a creative writing contest in the autumn of 2015 called “Almost an Inkling.” J Lenni Dorner was the Popular Vote Winner in week 6. Published story appears in The Soul of Wit.
The Operation Awesome Flash Fiction Contest 12 win in April 2016 went to J Lenni Dorner.
The best advice J has heard:
“Even if you make a mistake, it’s better than making no attempt at all.”
That’s what I put on most of the sites. It feels non-offensive and intriguing.
Which is what I’ve been told I’m supposed to do.
I could add information about how I probably wasn’t raised like you were. My parents came from different backgrounds, and both left what they knew to be with each other. But neither of them grew up in what any of you “outsiders” would call normal. One was from a very religious community that doesn’t embrace the modern world. The other grew up living the tribal ways and defending the right to remain unconquered. All of that made everything impossible.
Eventually, I was taken away. The only control I had at this point was my first name. I picked J. No one told me that I couldn’t. No one explained that people who are named Jay spell it phonetically. I guess it wasn’t especially important. (It really wasn’t important to me back then, because only The Name Giver could give me a true name, so this was just a way for outsiders to refer to me.)
I could go on about the family I became a part of. Or the family that took me away. Maybe it’d be best to skip ahead to the one who took me on a worldwide adventure, never explaining or mentioning that our travel means weren’t always “above board.”
Some of you would rather commiserate about health problems, which could easily take up 500 pages if I let it. Any other mutes out there? Lost most of your ability to make sounds that the normals consider a speaking voice? Care to remark on how you deal with it when they suggest you make a speaking video or do a podcast? I don’t do videos anyway. That uber religious community is opposed to photography. It’s suggested that it can damage the soul. Tell me it’s total bunk— but first, prove it. Until someone has evidence of the soul, and then can prove it cannot be damaged, I don’t have a logical merit to believe they’re wrong. The most photographed people tend to end up corrupt or on a scandalous path. But maybe you’d rather discuss my sexual preference. (I’m taken, I’m happy, what else matters? The position of “love interest” has been filled.)
The more I write here, the more I’ll be like some readers and less like others.
Once upon a time (in truth, just over a decade; in feeling, a lifetime ago), I received compliments. “My word, you’re handsome.” I disregarded such compliments, for they were about that which I had no control over and made barely any effort to obtain. (I say barely because I did brush my hair and teeth.) “That’s impressive strength.” A compliment like that also washed off of me. I made more effort, I suppose, in that area, but it was to achieve my goals (like tree climbing), not to impress anyone. “This is the most wonderful story I’ve ever read.” You’d think that compliment would have been one I wanted. In truth, it fell short for me. I had no idea how many other stories the person read, nor could I be sure if the remark was genuine.
This is the trouble with youth. Though I was gracious about any compliment, I never took them to heart. No elation came.
Now I get compliments like (from April 19, 2016), “You’ve managed to live far longer that I expected. Keep doing what you’re doing.” Is that a compliment? Doctors say the oddest things in complementary tones. As if I have command of my white blood cells defeating enemy cells or whatever medical jargon is appropriate.
This leads me to wonder what compliments I should long to hear. I created a post of some that were said about my writing by people who did not know I wrote it. Link
The best response to the frequent “typo” about me… 34 seconds in. Flick of wrist, tap of key…
For more on how I feel about that typo, see my IWSG post.