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I See I’m Not Going To Be Able To Write Until…

Two Klingon males and a female as they appear ...

Two Klingon males and a female as they appear in the original television series episode “Day of the Dove”. The bronzed skin, facial hair, lack of ridged foreheads, and simple costumes are typical of The Original Series Klingons. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

 

I see I’m not going to be able to write until Star Trek Into Darkness premiers.

 

It’s not actually ‘writers block‘ as I know the basic plot and details of my three current writing projects. One of which is a freebie. Its more, my brain is so wrapped up in the puzzle, that is currently without a solution I find myself fixated on that… Alot…

 

Even Countdown To Darkness lacks context to understand what actually took place in the storyline, without answers provided in the movie itself. A genius bit of marketing there as it does not ruin the movie. Unlike the first countdown comics which illuminated Nero’s motives… We may, or may not of gotten that in these books. Only retrospect will provide context.

 

Also, the helmeted Klingon on the cover is probably Commander Kor. We know there are at least two Klingons with speaking roles and without helmets as well – With ridges.

 

Yeah this was a post about my writing… Sometimes my brain gets this way. Scattered and even though I know what I want to write, I just can’t get it down on paper.

 

 

 

 

 

I Breath Life Into Thinking-Machines…

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My children are not gears and sprockets, though each is calibrated precisely. I build them in different shapes, and ethnic varieties – Not that they share these human tribes DNA. Morningstars as you know, are not human. Yes, every model has its own skill sets which favor the disposition of that model’s physical and intellectual matrix. Even among clusters, no three are alike. Individualism persists, particular strengths will be greater or lesser than within a cluster. I’ve been asked how I create such diversity in my children. Its easy when I have my wife to help. The committee wonders why I spend so much time constructing distinctions? I’ll tell you why. For me this is an artistic affirmation. I breath life into thinking-machines.

– Dr. Turhan Korelia, Addressing GenKon INC. Board Of Directors

Epigraph from my new writing project, a spotlight story which follows  “Among Bright Stars…“. It takes place a few months after book 2 and is meant to be another soft entry point for readers who might not have read books one or two. That is, you won’t need to know anything about either book to enjoy “November and Zeus“.

 

 

Death Of A Morningstar

December 13, 2012 9 comments
PhotonQ-Bicentennial Man

PhotonQ-Bicentennial Man (Photo credit: PhOtOnQuAnTiQuE)

Death of a Morningstar

Two shots.

Bang!

One to the backbone, in order to incapacitate is an astonishment, and brings him to his knees.

BANG!

The second slug hits the skull, which explodes in a cascade of sparks. Pieces of metal-looking bone fragments, an eyeball and blood spurt out as the cranium crumbles. Positronic filaments unspool, a furious crimson, they flicker, slowly revert to their normalized neon-blue color before final death and the threads of positronic brain turn blood drenched white.

A future scene from Neo-human book 3.

Can We Stop This Stupid Assertion?

December 7, 2012 2 comments
Zachary Quinto as Spock in the 2009 Star Trek film

Zachary Quinto as Spock in the 2009 Star Trek film (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Can we stop this stupid assertion? If (IF!) the new Trek movie villain is Khan, it is no more a “reshash” than redoing Kirk, Spock, McCoy… ect. I keep running across this idea, that somehow if they reuse Khan it will be a rehash (and by implication boring) yet, however they already did a movie reusing existing characters and it was a rousing success. Using Khan (If it is him) is no more a rehash than using Kirk or Spock. What matters is how he is written and the actor tackles the material. Why do so many Trek fans have a “by the numbers” mentality of storytelling? That an element can only work in a single way and no other, just because they have not thought of it?

 

Taurus Yards

August 10, 2012 5 comments

[Taurus Yards, Stronghold Of The Ran Crime Syndicate]

Rust, where Atlas City proper stood bright, clean, and white, the Taurus Yards were rusted, in disintegration, and disrepair. It was here the first newcomers to Fountainhead came to colonize before the city of Atlas had grown to reach skyward. In time the Yards had become slums, riddled with old spacecraft which had been permanently grounded, and reconstructed to serve as homes for the new arrivals. As people moved into Atlas in order to take advantage of the city’s high-end technological, egalitarian lifestyle, the rebuilt vessels were left to crumble.

In the Taurus Yards very little remained automated – Which brought an advantage to the crime lords who could go about their business dealings without constant surveillance from Fountainhead’s busybody government, ‘just trying to help out’. Here the crime lords knew there to be true freedom, even if they had to manage it with muscle, as well as savvy.

Dashscare Ran was a Falcanian. Typical of his kind, he was winged, a great armored Garuda mounted to his back supported translucent teal, mammalian style wings, and tapered into a flat, plated pincer-claw. He was very proud to be a Falcanian. Given that Falcanians had been fashioned from out of human genetic stock, they generally resembled their cousins, but for oval pointed ears. Like many males of his kind, Dashscare wore facial hair, in his case, a simple handlebar mustache.

“Keshla!” Spat Dashscare. “That flying freak,” he exclaimed not concealing his ironic tone. Only Falcanians were supposed to rule the skies he believed. Yes, it was a prejudice on Ran’s part. “Arrested Esai.”

“Esai Anthropos won’t spill boss.” Assured Kiraader Dak, Dashscare’s flat faced henchmen. “Our lawyers will have him out by sundown. Even the police don’t officially recognize Javelin’s authority – they only tolerate his interference… good connections. Javelin’s still a vigilante.” He sneered. The Skatha were an offshoot of Falcanians, hideous and broken things. Gargoyle creatures, who, unlike their bright cousins, were considered feral. Grotesque bone colored flesh concealed a dark fire. Flat nostrils, and red slit eyes peered out at the world from cockatrice crested heads that functioned to mark clutch brothers, each born from out of a kidnapped Falcanian maiden, for no females could be found among the Skatha Horde.

Dashscare grinned at Kiraader, slapped his shoulder fondly. “Of course he won’t. We’re going to bring that city to its knees. They claim within Atlas’s walls everyone is equal, but they are not, they are but cogs serving others whims. Therein rests perverse wealth, and concentrated power. If it truly were such a noble place, I would never have so easily been able to purchase Martin Wellington’s election. Yes, that cost us much. Though the result will give us Atlas City’s wealth.” Joyful at that thought, he envisioned the bringing low of the wealthy. “We’ll break this Corporatocracy which rules this planet, and regulates our lives.”

“I believe you will Dashscare.”

“It is the same elitism that keeps our kind at war, Falcanian, and Skatha – You my poor hunted cousins. In good time we shall see to your liberation as well.” Dashscare sighed, looked out over the necropolis of rusted ships, which were once homes. “This place should have been a historic district, instead the rich, and powerful leave it to decay as though it were mere junk.”

Group Testing…

August 7, 2012 2 comments

This opinion is not going to be popular among my writing friends.

And – Some of you might have noticed I’ve been talking more about science fiction, and entertainment on this blog rather than writing, or even my own books  – that’s totally on purpose.

Those who have been following this blog know I often compare authoring, and movie making, or just plain storytelling to painting, or sculpting. There seems to be an accepted amount of artistic purity (on the part of the artist) permitted within those fields of art, which is generally not accepted among writers and storytellers.

There are two things I hate: Writers who spoon feed a story, Dan Brown style  to a reader, and I am not very keen on group testing a story or book – Yes I know that’s heretical to say.

Writers, unlike our compatriots in painting are expected to subject their work of art, or pulp to a series of Darwinian take downs disguised as “vetting” (by which I do not mean spell checking, or grammar fixes – that is the so-called technical things) that deconstructs whatever one’s own original vision had been, as indie authorship grows, and takes hold, this aspect has become part of the system.

The problem I have with this is. Often the advice given (though well-meaning) tends more to be  a reflection of the person giving its own biases, and needs. One of the biggest issues I’ve noticed, people  evaluate other people’s work by way of their own writing style, that is to say, we critique other people’s books based against our own body of work and expect for others writing to reflect back at us our own style. When it does not, we tend to not care for it. Look I do it as well, its one of the reasons I do not do book reviews.

Sure, I’ll tell someone, “Hey read that book” but I usually leave it at that.

I also worry about polluting a work with too many hands in the pot. I’ll admit I am a bit of a control freak when it comes to my style, voice, and final product. Telling a story is not like getting the kinks out of a computer game or a piece of hardware.