Pirate Twins, coda

This not the short I originally saw.  After last night’s tragic news, I wanted to a little more about the West’s current attempt at suicide.  But, there’s still hope.  Hope, much like Evil, can often be found in the most unlikely places.

Thanks, everyone, for reading this story.  I think I’ll try to make ‘Defiant’ into a proper novel, but I’m taking the rest of this weekend off.

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Reversion to the Median

Back to normal, really.  After nearly a 4-week hiatus getting “Cursed Hearts” released into the wild and dealing with some RealLife issues, things will be getting back on track here.

Yesterday was Matsuricon in Columbus, Ohio, the second biggest animecon in this area.  Unlike making it a long family weekend as we do for Ohayocon, we just drop by on Saturday.  Got there around 1030; was surprisingly empty, so Registration was a breeze.  Suddenly filled up around 1200.  Was everyone hungover and sleeping in?

Caught a panel about buying odd stuff from Japan, the creator of the Monogatari series, and a short performance by Kazha (they were okay).  Also hit the Dealers Room and got some Angel Beats artbooks and a Saber Lily figurine for my wife.

Later, was chilling at the bar in the Hiatt.  After determining that the kid next to me was 1, a girl and not a trap, and 2, legal, I started a chatting her up.  A 20-something year old pastry chef, she was also part Hungarian, which I IMMEDIATELY brought up when my wife appeared, before she yelled “Lolicon!” and clouted me.  We secured a table just as Friend Will made his appearance.  Sometime during the next five Martinis I know my daughters dropped by, but reality was rather ephemeral at this point.

Even so, and even being a Race Realist, there was a moment when I looked about the table and thought, counterclockwise:  me (pasty old white guy), 1/8 Jewess (half my age), Black guy (half my age), two Chinese girls, and my Central Asian wife, all there to celebrate and have a good time over Japanese comics and animation.  What an amazing and too-short moment of Western Civilization!

“December”

Wow.  Never killed a guy during a blowjob.  The guy, not me.  Well, I was doing the killing… it was Maya….  Never mind; just never mind.  Obviously I shan’t be having my teenage daughters proofing that part.

Maya’s at Vancouver International Airport, waiting for one of the rare flights to San Diego.  Time to flick back to Chris and Cat (and Anton, too, I guess).  Need a double-helping of Relationship Development before a certain someone’s plane touches down.  As I learned from “Defiant,” every time I start writing romance, a battle breaks out; so, I’m not sure what’s going to happen, but I know it will.

Below the fold is Maya taking leave of the acquaintances she made on the freighter, Jodhpur, as it crossed the Pacific.  Machine Civilization:  it’s one, big, dysfunctional family!

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Henge Crosses the Tiber

I’m trying to get things sorted with a great illustrator in New Zealand for my next book:  a little 20-page thing about Henge (pronounced “hen-geh”), the youngest of Machine Civilization.

In the mean time, I wrote a short about what happens there.  It’s not much; the book will be better, but sometimes, you have to say something.  As always, please forgive WordPress butchering my formatting below the fold.

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“You don’t have a Soul; you are a Soul. You have a Body.” CS Lewis

CreateSpace is now processing my final changes to “Echoes of Family Lost;” with luck and grace, it should be available this week.  So, what’s next?

“Henge’s Big Day!”  I’ve never written for children before.  Why not see what I’m capable of doing?  In an earlier post I mentioned the library at the school my two girls attend.  I’ve been a volunteer in said library for years… stacking, shelving, reorganizing.  I’ve had plenty of time to look at those books in the “E” section.  Easy?  Early Reader?  Don’t know nor care.  But I started paying attention to the format.

“HBD” will be about 10 x 10″ with a hardcover – if I can afford it.  I’d like to:  we withdraw softcover kids books after only two years of use, on average; they’re just too damaged.  Kids are natural entropy-bots; it’s one of the things that make them interesting.  I’d lost my point… so, about ten inches square (that’s blib quatloos for you on the metric system).  I thought about a story… I thought about Henge (pronounced “hen-geh”) the youngest of Machine Civilization and also something of a hybrid… although that explanation really doesn’t come out until late in “EFL.”  Even so, late in “T4L” Henge overhears a comment by Lily, and immediately applies it to herself.

On the one hand, MachCiv is all about so-called AI’s; on the second hand, I keep hammering away at their nature as people.  On the gripping hand, “T4L” is shot through with Lily’s re-discovered Christianity.  What if one of them looked at the evidence and wanted to become a Christian?

How do you baptize a string of code?  Throwing water onto a rack of servers would be a very bad idea.  But… the rest of the idea….

I cannot draw; once upon a time I could make 3D-parametric design software dance, sing, bring drinks and empty ashtrays.  Now…. Below the fold are some awful sketches from my 20-page “Henge’s Big Day!”  I wont say ‘don’t laugh,’ as I have, too!  I use it to try to let illustrators know what I’m looking for.  What’s sad is that I’ve gone looking for illustrators here and here and here, freely talking four figures of money, and after a month I have only a single, possible lead.  Is everyone so satisfied with their day-jobs?!  Is everyone so narcoleptized by the dole?  Why is finding an illustrator this difficult?  Twenty pages!  Little background!  Watercolors!

Sheesh.  It’s enough to drive a man to drink.  Let me get another Martini, then tell you about Book Four.  Now, that’s killing me.

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If sharing is caring… is drinking like thinking?

I made a gift of a hardcopy of The Fourth Law to my girls’ primary school library.  After reading it, the Librarian asked me to come in and give a short (~20 minute) talk to the 6th, 7th, and 8th graders about creative writing and self-publishing.  Why not?

Attached is a pdf of the PowerPoint I was using.  It’s fairly sparse, but I use the slides more as a mnemonic device to keep me on track while talking.

The 6th Graders were fun:  not only did they ask many questions, there was the “that’s cool!” moment when they realized that Daughter #2, their classmate, is the T4L’s protagonist.  As I told them:  write what you know.

SFdSS Writing PP 2015