Bad Days, Good Days

THE last couple of weeks have been really heavy going at work, which is the main reason I haven’t had a chance to throw out any updates here. We’ve been moving a few of the web applications to new host machines, and it’s one of those jobs where ninety percent of the work is easy and takes ten percent of the time, but then you hit the ten percent that’s all hurdles and problems and means you can’t just finish it up and get it done. As I write this it’s Sunday morning, and tomorrow I have three, count ’em, three system moves that are stalled waiting on things.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, writing work has all but stopped, which is very frustrating. I’m working on a story I want to write, and I’ve been stuck at the planning part for something like a month. I have a character, she has a name, and she has an interesting past that’s given her an ability, if you can call it that—sometimes it’s going to be a lifesaver, most times it’s a curse. And I can’t say more about that without giving too much away at this early phase. The big problem is that I still don’t have a solid story, and I just can’t seem to get the time to think my way past that.

The day-job work craziness been part of that, of course—among other things I’m so tired at the end of most days I just don’t have the energy to get into writing, and in any case there are home/family things that take up what little time I might have had—but there are other things too. For example, I now officially work at home and hook into the office over VPN; I rarely need to go in. It’s great, but one definite downside is that it’s caused a complete change of routine. I used to use the drive time between home and office to think about story and characters; Mr. Gunn & Dr. Bohemia was planned and plotted and all but actually written on that daily drive, as were The Artemis Device and Smoke & Mirrors (more on status of both of those shortly).

But I don’t drive in any more, and my writing time is suffering badly for it. I need to change my routine to give me some of that time back somehow.

OK THAT’S ENOUGH OF THAT. It’s not all doom and gloom. Time to focus on some of the positive.

One thing that’s taken away some of the writing time is that I’ve been catching up on READING, and that’s not something I consider at all bad. I mean, seriously, I went through a period of several months during which I hardly read a thing. Not good. So I kicked myself in the pants and told myself to shape the fuck up.

Rod Duncan’s The Custodian of Marvels came out Tuesday and I’ll be starting on that just as soon as I’ve finished reading Kevin Hearne’s Iron Druid Chronicles; I’m almost through Trapped (which I think is the fifth book in the series). But wait, there’s more: the eighth book, Staked, just came out and we went to Old Firehouse Books in Fort Collins on Thursday to meet the author and get a signed copy. Really? I hear you say. Pictures, or it didn’t happen. Okay, then:

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There you go.

Now, last points: I mentioned I’d give a couple of status updates, so here they are:

  • The Artemis Device is still with my copy editor at Xchyler Publishing, but as I think I mentioned she got married recently, and then she was dealing with a book release (Ben Ireland’s Kingdom City: Revolt) and now, as I found out just a few days ago, she’s off on honeymoon. So I don’t expect to get back any editing notes in a hurry.
  • Smoke & Mirrors is still looking for an agent or a publisher. A publisher in England had an open submission period last month, so I sent them the first couple of chapters. The web site said it could be three to six months before I hear anything, so right now patience is the word.

Until next time, gentle reader . . .

Farming Followers

TO the guy who followed and unfollowed me on Twitter four times in the space of an hour (no doubt so that I’d get the notifications), and then sent a whiny message via my contact page asking why I didn’t follow back: Here’s why.

  • You’re already following a huge number of Twitter accounts. More than 30,000, in fact. Anything I write is going to be lost in the noise. You didn’t follow me because you want to read what I have to say; in fact, following that many people, I doubt that you give a shit about what any of them have to say because you can’t possibly have time to read them all. Or maybe you muted 99% of them, which again means you don’t care what most of them have to say. That tells me that you follow because you want follow-backs to swell your follower count, and nothing more.
  • I might have followed you regardless of that huge following count, if you had something worthwhile to say (I follow quite a few who follow thousands, because despite that they are often entertaining). But when I glanced at your timeline I found that nine out of ten tweets are promoting your book (which I checked out and doesn’t interest me), and the remainder are mostly right-wing conspiracy-theory bullshit about Obama wanting to take your guns away. It’s boring and repetitive, and more than a little mental. I have no reason to follow nutjobs.

Under normal circumstances I just would have ignored you. I get followed by a lot of people playing follower-farmer, and most of them unfollow me after a day or two when I don’t join in the game. But they don’t usually go at me over and over, and they don’t contact me complaining about not getting a follow-back. You did, and you pissed me off, so now you’re blocked.

Rant mode off. For my regular readers, normal service will resume shortly. Thank you for your patience.

Reading List, TV List

THANKS to a two-week break over Christmas and New Year I was able to spend a bit more time catching up with my reading list. And there’s been some seriously good TV on, too.

As a result, here’s a short list of some books and TV I’d like to recommend.

Books

The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter by Rod Duncan: (I posted a review of this a couple of weeks ago.) Steampunk/Alternate History. I couldn’t put it down. As I write this, it’s on sale for $1.99 in the US Kindle Store.

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Unseemly Science by Rod Duncan: Sequel to The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter, and again I couldn’t put it down. In Duncan’s alternate-history Britain, the International Patent Office stifles scientific research that they consider “unseemly”—but medical research is an exception, and is never unseemly. Or is it? Elizabeth Barnabus, our hero from the first book, finds herself following the trail of a surgeon who’s up to no good. Also on sale in the US Kindle Store at the moment. A third book is coming out on February 2 (eBook and US release; February 4 for UK paperback), and I have that date marked in my calendar.

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Planetfall by Emma Newman. I started into this yesterday and I’m about two-thirds through. A must-read for sci-fi fans. [UPDATE: finished it. Damn, this is a good read.]

[More updates: I knew I’d forgotten a few things:]

The Iron Druid Chronicles by Kevin Hearne. This is a series of urban fantasy novels about a two thousand year-old Irish Druid living in Arizona. Now, I’ve never been big on urban fantasy in the past but these books (and Chuck Wendig’s (see below)) have changed all that. These aren’t your dad’s fantasy stories, all heavy-going plodding stuff. These are fun reads you’ll find hard to put down. Trust me on this.

The Miriam Black novels by Chuck Wendig. More urban fantasy; darker and grittier stuff than Iron Druid. Miriam Black just needs to touch someone to know how and when they will die. That takes a terrible toll on her; she’s definitely damaged goods, but you can’t help being on her side. Three books to date, with a fourth out at the end of February 2017 (yes, you read that right. 2017.)

TV

(Actually I watched these online—my cable provider has an on-demand feature that means I can watch TV shows in a browser, and some shows are available online before they air. In case you’re wondering.)

The Expanse: On Ceres, a police investigator is trying to track down a missing heiress, and meanwhile someone’s trying to start a war between Earth and Mars. Oh, boy. I can’t say much about this without risking spoilers, so I’ll just say that if you haven’t seen it then you should. I’m five episodes in and can’t wait for the next one. (Aside: I’ve always liked Thomas Jane and his performance in this is, I think, the best he’s given.)

Outlander: Right after WWII, a woman is transported back to mid-18th century Scotland. The entire first season had aired before I started watching, so I’ve been catching up. I’m nine episodes in and pretty well hooked. And I want to punch Black Jack Randall right in the face. (One thing, though: as an Englishman with one-quarter Scottish blood, I can’t help but wonder if English soldiers of the 18th century, as depicted in shows like this and numerous others, were really that nasty and evil. It seems to be generally accepted without question that they were. I’d really like to know how accurate that is.)

Colony: Alien invasion story—which maybe has been done to death, especially recently, but there’s always room for something if it has fresh ideas. Is this that show? I can’t say yet—only the pilot episode is available online as I write this, so it really hasn’t got itself up to speed yet, I think. Still, I found the pilot compelling and I’ll definitely be watching more.

Mr. Robot: People have been saying good things about this, and even though I’m only halfway through the pilot episode I can see why. I’ll be watching more of this, too.

Now, I’d really better get back to getting some work done on the Artemis sequel. (Evenings are more TV and book time for me.)

Until next time . . .

Resolutions

. . . ACTUALLY, I don’t really have any. I stopped doing New Year Resolutions years ago, because I never kept them and it became pretty obvious to me that I really never would.

The truth is, I sort of make resolutions all year round; that is, on any given day I might make some decision that there’s something I’m going to do, or stop doing. Then I try my best to stick to it. Making a point of setting goals for the following ENTIRE YEAR then trying to make those happen really doesn’t work for me.

Example: you make a New Year resolution to, say, quit smoking, and you do. And you make it to February 1 before something stresses you to the point where there are two choices: (1) light one up, or (2) tear someone’s head off. So you light up. And that’s it—you’ve broken the resolution, so you think to yourself that you’ve failed and you might as well give up trying to give up. Until the next New Year comes round and maybe you’ll set another New Resolution. Wouldn’t it be better to just make a February 2 resolution to try again?

Yeah, I know, I’m kinda waffling here. It’s one of those days.

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Ok, so here’s a short list of a few things I know I’d really like to get done over the new few weeks or months. This is as close to a list of resolutions as it’s likely to get:

  • Clean my desk up. It’s a damned mess.
  • Get the garage sorted out. Right now there are two sofas and a stove in there that need to be sold or donated or otherwise disposed of, and I’d like to clear the space so that I can use the garage as a garage. (The reason for the sofas still being there is that, despite being years old, they’re really comfortable and I’ll be sorry to see them go. But we don’t have room for them and I have to be realistic.)
  • Write at least two full length books before, say, the end of August. The Artemis sequel will be one of those, for sure. And since I’ve as good as decided to make Artemis a trilogy, the sequel to the sequel might very well be the other. We’ll see.
  • Learn to play the piano. Seriously. Some time ago, Kate bought me this really nice keyboard that comes with teaching software, but I just couldn’t seem to master it and the thing’s been sitting behind my office chair gathering dust. See the picture. Nice, huh? I’d like to see about some actual lessons with a teacher, if it’s not too crazy expensive.
  • I think that’s about it for now. Other things will occur to me as time goes on.

Until next time . . .

2015 Wrap-up

LET me begin by saying I hope you all had a great Christmas, and I’d like to wish all my readers (Sid and Doris Bonkers of Pahrump, NV) a Happy New Year.

So 2015 is all but gone, and 2016 is just around the corner. Will it be any better? In hindsight I don’t think ’15 was all that bad. ’16 could end up being a lot worse, but I’m optimistic. On the political front, I really don’t think the GOP has much of a chance; if having a lying, bigoted misogynist like Trump as front-runner really means that he’s about the best they can offer, then as far as I’m concerned they’ve already lost. My money’s on Sanders this time around.

But enough of that. I want to keep this short because, well, The Expanse episode five isn’t on yet, so I’m in the middle of binge-watching Star Trek: Deep Space Nine (I only ever saw a couple of episodes when it first aired) and I want to get some dinner and watch some more. So:

On the writing front: I’m still working on the storyline for the Artemis sequel. With the week before Christmas being taken up with all the prep for the big day, I got maybe fifteen minutes in on that. This week’s been lighter so I’ve made a bit of progress but I still have quite a way to go.

On the subject of Artemis, I’m expecting some editing work to be coming my way from my copy editor, but with the holiday I have no idea when that’ll hit. I’ll update the WiP page when I have something.

And on the subject of works-in-progress, so far no luck finding an agent for Smoke & Mirrors. What I did find was a publisher that usually doesn’t accept unagented submissions, but has an open submission period through ’til the end of January. For them, I have to boil my six-page single-spaced synopsis down to no more than three pages of double-spaced. Basically all I can do is slice out more and more detail and compress what’s already there, and hope what’s left still does the story justice. It might sound easy, but it’s surprisingly hard.

Tomorrow I’ll be getting back to that and hopefully finish it in time to get it out before New Year’s Day. Not that that’s important, but it gives me kind of a mental target to hit.

That’s all for now. Time to get some grub and get back to ST:DS9.

Until next time . . .

Review: The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter – @RodDuncan

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THE short: A damned good book. Most definitely five stars, and a must-read for fans of steampunk and alternate history.

THE long: I was in the bookshop looking for gifts. I happened along the SF/F aisle, where I saw Unseemly Science by Rod Duncan. It caught my eye because it was face-out on the shelf rather than edge-out and so I saw the cover, and was intrigued.

They say not to judge a book by its cover. What a crock that is. You can’t HELP but be fascinated by a good cover. I’ve lost count of the number of books I’ve bought for no other reason than they had bloody good cover art. The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, for example, and John Varley’s Titan, Wizard, and Demon (aka The Gaian Trilogy).

But I digress. I saw this book. I was interested—but I didn’t buy it, because I was looking for gifts for other people, not for me.

Then my wife said I should have picked out something nice for myself, too. So I went back and grabbed it and gave it to her. And then, Christmas evening, I unwrapped this package, and there was Unseemly Science.

I opened it eagerly . . . and found that it was the second book in a series. Shit. I really wanted to read it. But I didn’t want to read it until I’d read the first book.

Long story shortened: Next day, went back the bookshop. Bought The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter (the first book in the series). Went home. Started reading. Today (that is, the day after starting it), finished it.

And DAMN it’s a good read. The only reason I didn’t read it in a single day was that I was busy the first evening and had to put it down.

So, the gist. Elizabeth Barnabus lives a double life—her alternate persona being that of her fictional brother, a private investigator. Why the double identity? I think I can say without it being a spoiler, because it’s revealed in the first couple of pages anyway. You see, Elizabeth lives in an alternate Britain in which women aren’t permitted to own property or manage businesses, so to be able to work as an investigator she needs to be able to disguise herself as a man. (That’s a simplification; Duncan has built an intricate world in which Britain is cut in two, the north and the south being very different places. But I can’t say much more on that without introducing spoilers, so I’ll leave it there.)

As to the story itself . . . Elizabeth is commissioned to find the missing brother of a duchess. Along his trail she finds murder and betrayal, is chased by the dreaded Patent Office, and even joins a circus. No-one is who they seem. The story twists and turns like a maze of alleys on a foggy London night. And the atmosphere of the story is to match—the settings are dark, dank, almost Victorian. (Is it Victorian? There are a good number of clues that say not—but I don’t want to give anything away.) It would make an excellent movie, I might add. I couldn’t put it down; I’ve been stretched out on the sofa most of the day, reading. A very satisfying read, indeed.

Is it steampunk? I’d say so. There are purists out there who might disagree—but at the end of the day, purist definitions are meaningless. If the readers say it’s steampunk, then it’s steampunk. (I mention this because I’ve read comments from some people saying that Cherie Priest’s Boneshaker and its sequels aren’t steampunk because they’re set in America and not England. I say they’re wrong. Purists can go way too far sometimes.)

So now I’ve finished The Bullet-Catcher’s Daughter, I’ll be starting into Unseemly Science just as soon as I can (i.e. later this evening). Note that the third book in the series, The Custodian of Marvels, will be on bookshelves on February 2. I for one am going to be having a hard time waiting for it.

Until next time . . .

Fascists

THE word fascist is being thrown about quite a bit recently, especially in the context of Donald Trump in the wake of his lies and bigotry. Until fairly recently I hadn’t really given much thought to the meaning of the word. I mean, we all know what we’re talking about when we’re talking about fascist governments, or at least we should have a pretty good idea, right? (If you don’t, remember that Wikipedia is your friend. Off you go. See you in a minute.)

The trouble comes when we use the word fascist to describe an individual. What does it mean in that context? Until recently I have to admit that I didn’t really know. So I did a little research—and you know something? Most of the definitions I found were far too abstract and didn’t really explain it in any useful way.

Then I came across a really interesting article (which I should have bookmarked, because I’ve lost it) that explained it nicely. Here’s the gist:

First, you have to persuade people that things used to be good, but now they’re bad. You can lie your arse off about it, too, or at least exaggerate and cherry-pick facts that support your position. When most people think about the past, there’s a natural tendency to remember the good bits and forget the bad, so that helps. Conversely, the present is filled with fears you can play on, and you can gloss over the good stuff easily, or lie, or just plain ignore it. Easy. And you can guarantee that you’ll be telling a bunch of people just what they want to hear, and that means Hey! Instant followers! The ones intelligent enough to know you’re spouting shit will walk away, but you don’t want them around causing trouble, anyway.

Next, find someone to blame for taking away the good times and leaving everyone with the bad, sucky present. Again, easy. Just pick a minority, and off you go.

Then, tell your followers that all that’s needed to sweep away the bad times and bring back the good is to sweep away the minority you blamed.

Last but not least, promote someone, probably yourself, who promises to do the job as leader of your new movement. If this person is charismatic and a good talker, so much the better. Et voila, you’re a fascist.

Hitler managed it pretty well in his time; the German economy was in a bad way because of the cost of war reparations, and all Hitler had to do was blame the jews and promise to fix things, and it was just what the German people wanted to hear.

More recently, the whole Hugo Awards/Sad Puppies thing, in which Theodore Beale (aka Vox Day) was accused of being a fascist. How does that stack up? Well, we have the good-old-days/sucky-present thing, in that the puppies said real sci-fi is written by white hetero guys and is all about good ol’ white hetero males using ray guns and spaceships to save helpless, inferior gals, just the way it used to be in the golden age of sci-fi (i.e. any time before about 1980, I guess). And they got their panties in a wad over the fact that modern sci-fi isn’t just about the tech, but often casts women (gasp!), and people of colour (shock!), and LGBT people (horror!), as major characters in stories that tell us something about the real world, written in some cases by non-white, non-male, non-hetero people. Oh, they don’t like that. Who to blame? Well, the feminists and the gays and the women, of course. And so along comes Vox Day, saying he’ll teach everyone a lesson by sabotaging the Hugos, and then we can go back to sci-fi that looks like it was written in the 1940s. Does that make him a fascist? Going by the definitions as given above, I’d say yes, it sure does.

Last example: Donald Trump. Good times/bad times? His campaign slogans certainly try to make it look that way; Make America Great Again as a campaign slogan implies that times were good and can be again, and just the title of his book Crippled America implies that things are bad today. Who to blame? In Trump’s case, just about every group he can mention—Mexicans, Syrians, muslims, the list goes on. And who’s going to save us from all this, if not The Mighty Trump himself? So in my book, that makes Trump a fascist. Absolutely, positively, no question about it.

Until next time . . .

An Hour With @KevinHearne

Yesterday evening my wife and I moseyed on down to the library in Erie, CO to listen to a talk by Kevin Hearne, author of the Iron Druid series.

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Kevin Hearne on the right. Yours truly on the left. Like you couldn’t figure that out. Photo cred: Kate Ford

We had a great time. Mr. Hearne didn’t go with a set script, instead prompting the audience (about a dozen people, I guess—I didn’t count heads) for questions about writing in general and his writing in particular. And so he talked about Iron Druid, and his writing style; and people asked about how he came up with his characters and settings. He often went off-topic, telling us about things that happened while researching his books. I could have listened all evening. If you ever get a chance to catch one of his talks, do.

It was entertaining and educational (I definitely learned a couple of things, particularly about how developing a character can automatically create story—something I’m taking to heart as I develop my currently untitled WiP).

Check out Kevin Hearne’s web site for details about forthcoming events (including signing tour dates for Staked, the eighth Iron Druid story).

That Whole Weird Baby Hitler Thang

I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. I just have to weigh in on this. It’s just too much like fun not to.

So, here’s my thinking:

  • Hitler thought he was a terrific military strategist, and would ignore the advice of his own generals. To the point where some of them—von Stauffenberg and others, for example—realised that Hitler was going to cost them victory, and that getting rid of him was in Germany’s best interests. You’ve seen Valkyrie, right? Churchill himself vetoed any plans to have Hitler assassinated, because Hitler’s replacement would probably have done a better job of prosecuting the war against the allies.
  • The Treaty of Versailles forced Germany to pay a huge amount in reparations for the first world war. Germany—the German people—suffered because of it, so it should be no surprise that the resulting conditions prepared the ground for someone to step in with a promise to make things better, because it was what everyone wanted to hear. I’m not the only one who thinks that the treaty made WWII pretty much inevitable.

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So, let’s say someone went back in time and took Hitler out before he rose to power. Would it have avoided WWII? I don’t think so. I think it would still have happened, and there’s a good chance that it would have happened under a leader who let his generals do their jobs. There’s a damned good chance we’d have lost.

In other words, I think the only reason anyone would want to erase Hitler from the timeline would be to improve the chances of Germany winning WWII.

Now, a few people have suggested that people with time machines might have tried, and failed, to whack Hitler before his rise to power. I present here another possibility: that someone else led Germany into a war that they won, and then time-travellers went back and whacked that person specifically so that Hitler would lead, badly, and the Nazis would therefore lose. Just like they did.

There’s a thought, eh?

Until next time . . .

Vape Update

I have a few minutes while dinner comes along. Time for a quick post about the vaping status.

I have a confession to make: after using Vuse e-cigs for over a year, I lapsed back into burning “real” cigs. Yes, I know. Nasty. Smelly. Unhealthy.

It was pretty obvious that the e-cigs I was using (Vuse in my case) doesn’t deliver enough of a kick to really kill the urge to light up a real cig once in a while, especially at times of stress. So today I did something about it. I bought a “proper” e-cig. It’s a lot like the very first one I tried, early last year—so it’s back to the possibly messy refilling process and everything that goes with that. This time round, I’ll put up with it since the benefits outweigh the drawbacks. Here’s a pic:

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One thing the guy in the vape shop told me: people seem to lose the urge to smoke tobacco after a while of using e-juices with flavours other than tobacco. So I bought one bottle of tobacco flavoured just to get started, and I also have a fruity flavour (plum, actually) and one that sounds weird but I couldn’t resist it: custard & chocolate. Let’s see how this works out.

Until next time . . .