Hi there. Great to see you. This month, I’m excited to present a snippet from my current work-in-progress. I explained a little about this book in a previous post. Since then, progress has been made, and a name change. Someone pointed out that Thad and Tarlyn were a little too similar for the main characters’ names. I’d been thinking that myself, and the comment reinforced the notion. So Thad is now Brett Butcher, newly promoted to captain, and within a furlough of taking up command of a Confederacy battle cruiser. But his break between postings has gone badly awry. He finds himself with his first love, Tarlyn, embroiled in a brewing civil war.
This snippet is from the opening chapter. Butcher has arrived back home just in time to watch an annual religious ceremony, led by the Queen and her family. He’s hoping for a glimpse of Tarlyn, who will be in the queen’s entourage. It’s a happy crowd, enjoying the pageantry.
Fifteen years of Fleet service jangled in Butcher’s brain, tensed his muscles. The man didn’t look any different to the other revelers but he moved with purpose, shoving his way up to the cordon. Butcher shouted. Danger. But his voice was lost in the noise of the crowd. Surely the soldiers would see the intruder, stop him. Butcher couldn’t see past the jostling backs and waving flags. Shouts rang out.
A massive explosion echoed off the buildings, scattering shrapnel and people. Butcher hung back against his wall as terrified spectators ran, dragging others with them. Others lay moaning on the ground, or writhed in pain crying for help. The sing song wail of sirens rose, growing louder. Smoke drifted, creating a surreal mist which obscured details. Out there on the road retainers had rushed to the queen’s aid. Her ground car was intact, but damaged. Butcher couldn’t see her Ptorix companion. Duke Chaldo crouched in his stationary vehicle, surrounded by his armed guard in their sky blue uniforms. Useless prat. He hadn’t moved. Probably too scared. Butcher strode forward, avoiding a man supporting an injured woman, stepping over a piece of fallen masonry. A shove in his back sent him flying over a prone body. Face down on the pavement, he peered up in time to see the queen’s vehicle disintegrate.
This will be the fourth book in the Ptorix Empire series. The Ptorix will play a more prominent role in this one, and you’ll learn a lot more about them and their place in the Galaxy. I’m hoping you’ll be able to read the book early next year. Working title so far is Serpents of Validor.
Don’t forget to visit some of the other sites in the showcase, and find out what else is happening in Science Fiction Romance.
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Whoever told you that writing is easy lives on a different planet to the one I inhabit. Words don’t flow from my fingertips, even when I’m in the zone. I get there sometimes, hunched over the laptop, tapping away until I run out of ‘what happens next’. I look up and an hour has gone. Or maybe two. I’m happy to get down one thousand words a day, delighted to do fifteen hundred and right chuffed to break two thousand. Three thousand is usually a bridge too far for my arthritic fingers. They complain at me and demand overtime or (even worse) go on strike, so I find it’s better to call it a day and start afresh in the morning.
What I can’t do is write before I know where I’m going.
And that basically means I’ve walked around the garden, spruiking my dialogue to any tree or bush or passing bird willing to listen. Sometimes that’s an impossible hurdle. I know I want that scene where there’s the big confrontation, but I want THIS character to be there, and I can’t quite see how I’m going to make that happen. So I pull a weed, tell myself I really ought to trim that new growth, promise myself to get out there with the glysophate. And oh, it’s low tide and the sea will be calm – where’s my camera? And no writing gets done.
Do you have any idea how frustrating that is? I’ve got nine novels out there – NINE. I can DO this. I know how. Don’t I?
So I tried to work out which book had been easiest (easiest – huh) to write, and why. They were the one’s where I had a pretty good notion of a plot because they were based on real events. To Die a Dry Death, and Kuralon Rescue. Oh – and A Matter of Trust was pretty easy, because I wrote it a writer’s eon ago, so mainly it was just editing. Well – rewriting, really. I’m good at that.
How had I written the others, though? Morgan’s Choice at one hundred thousand words and more? Morgan’s Return? The Iron Admiral? Starheart? I’m not a plotter. But I’ve just outed myself as being not quite a pantser either, so how?
Through many drafts. Many chapters written and discarded, others written and changed so much they didn’t look like the original. I wrote about that journey with the Iron Admiral books. And – here’s the epiphany – I DIDN’T WRITE THEM IN ORDER.
That is, I didn’t start at the beginning and keep going until I reached the end. I wrote the chapters as they occurred to me, and went back and edited to fill in the scene transitions, or bounced in my chair going ‘oo oo oo’ because I’d thought of a nifty new plot idea. I used Word to write each chapter in a document, then arranged the chapters in the order I wanted. And re-arranged them. And tossed one out and rearranged again… you get the picture.
So I’m going back there. I’m writing the scenes as they jump out and slap me on the bum, and as I do that those floating strands of scenes bump into each other and weave together and coalesce until I have a veritable solar system of planetoids of plot circling my head. It’s kind of the SF equivalent of the little red engine.
I think I can
I think I can
I think I can
I KNOW I CAN
Twenty-five thousand words written. I won’t say I’m on a roll, but the floating strands of scenes are starting to collide.
We don’t do Thanskgiving in Australia. It’s pretty obvious why. To quote from Wikipedia, “The event that Americans commonly call the “First Thanksgiving” was celebrated by the Pilgrims after their first harvest in the New World in 1621. This feast lasted three days, and it was attended by 90 Native Americans (as accounted by attendee Edward Winslow) and 53 Pilgrims.”
I think that’s one of the very big differences between the creation of the US, and the creation of Australia. The pilgrims wanted to go and start a new world, based on Christianity. The Australian colonies were penal settlements. The convicts didn’t have a choice. Having said that, everybody was pleased as punch to get off those boats when the first fleet landed in what is now Sydney Harbour.
In sharp contrast to the American family feast and prayer, the events in the new Australian colony were quite different. “After safely arriving at Sydney Cove, a violent storm with thunder, lightning and the whole shebang blew up; seven sheep altogether, were toasted by the lightning. I don’t know if it was the fear, or the smell of cooked lamb, but First Fleet journals report a wild orgy taking place that night, which in the light of there being 570 male convicts and 189 female convicts, is worrisome (there are also times when it is prudent to suspend imagination).” From Inforbarrel. Which possibly explains why it is traditional to eat lamb on Australia Day. The rest is a matter of personal preference.
Anyway, It’s sad to note that Thanksgiving, like every other public celebration in the Western world, has become a money-spinning opportunity for retailers. On the day itself it seems to be all about food. But the day after, Black Friday, is the American day for the Big Sales, where hordes of people almost bust down the doors of the shops in an unseemly rush to spend their dollars. In Australia we do that on Boxing Day, the day after Christmas. I cringe every time I see the pictures.
But getting back to Thanksgiving. It’s a time of counting your blessings, and that’s not a bad thing to do. Here are a few of mine.
1. I’m 64. Many, many people never have that privilege
2. I’m a white woman living in a Western country
3. I live in Australia
4. I’m comfortably off without being rich
5. I’m in good health
6. I’m educated, and I’m smart
7. I’m in a happy marriage to a man I respect (and that L word)
8. I live near the sea and I have a camera
9. I’m surrounded by birds (and I have a camera)
10. I write books, but if I don’t sell many, it doesn’t really matter
11. Thank you, internet, from bringing me real friends I can relate to.
And a wonderful Thanksgiving to all my American friends.
I guess you guys all know I write mainly space opera. So you might be forgiven for raising an incredulous eyebrow (maybe even two) when I talk about writing what I know. And sure, I take out the space opera tool kit for the space bits. FTL travel, artificial gravity, shields to divert radiation (and attacks) etc etc. But not everything happens out there in the wide black. I usually have some goings-on planetside. And the WIP is no exception.
Senior Commander Thad Butcher was Grand Admiral Saahren’s adjutant in the Iron Admiral series, but this time, he’s getting his own story. Newly promoted to captain after the events chronicled in the Iron Admiral, he’s gone home to Validor for a brief holiday before he takes up his new command – a battle cruiser. It’s a boyhood dream come true. But he arrives on planet just in time to become embroiled in an attack on the Ruling family, where he’s reunited with Tarlyn, who had been the unattainable love of his life before he left Validor, aged seventeen, to attend the Fleet Academy.
I’ve had a vague plot floating in my head for several years now, but distilling that ephemeral essence into a working story takes time. Although we’ll get back up into space later down the track, at the moment Thad and Tarlyn are on a boat, heading for a meeting with the Ptorix.
And this gives the opportunity to write what I know.
Several months ago I was privileged to go on a three-day sail in the Whitsunday Islands off Queensland. It was a memorable experience, and one of those appears in the WIP. Thad and Tarlyn take a boat out of a bay between two headlands. That’s based on my experience when we sailed through the Solway Passage, with its churning waters and whirlpools, all overlooked by a stormy sky and the towering red cliffs of a distant island. My scene isn’t exactly the same, but I’ve drawn on that journey to lend some colour.
But that’s not the end of the sea adventure, and here I dragged out another recent experience, when I went to horizontal Falls two years ago (gosh, is that really so long ago)? I wrote about it here. I’ll be using that image, of a tide roaring through a narrow gap, in another exciting scene.
See? You can write what you know, using places not too many people on this planet have seen.
Stay tuned, everybody. It should be a fun read, my usual combination of action, with a slurp of romance. No I haven’t thought of a name yet.
At long last, I finally got my chance to watch the extended edition of The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug. Having discussed the picture with some Facebook friends, I thought I’d write down a few spoilerless thoughts. If you’ve seen it, too, I’d love to know what you thought.
First things first. The Hobbit trilogy is not, I repeat not, a dramatisation of the kids book. I said a few things about this in an earlier post. In fact, I said a few things about the extended edition of the first movie, An Unexpected Journey. In the Hobbit trilogy I think Peter Jackson is trying to show the history of the One Ring from the time it was found in the Goblin tunnels leading up to the events in LOTR. He uses a great deal of material chronicled by Tolkien in the appendices to LOTR, which explains why Gandalf disappeared, leaving the dwarves to face Mirkwood alone. Even in the children’s book, allusions were made to greater things on the move.
I’ve always felt, from the first time I read it, that the book The Hobbit has two parts. Up until the moment the dwarves reach the doorstep, it’s a kids book and written in that way, skating over the violence and using language like ‘poor little hobbit’. But after that the story becomes much darker, leading into the Battle of Five Armies. It’s as if Tolkien forgot who his audience was. And the next movie, the Battle of Five Armies, is that final chapter.
I also appreciate that a book cannot always be translated into a film because film is shorter, visual and needs to be fast moving. So I understand (to an extent) Jackson’s decisions in adding characters and situations. Azog the white Orc is a case in point. According to Tolkien, he died in the battle at the gates of Moria. Using that same logic – what moves the film forward – Jackson introduced Tauriel, the female elf captain. Like many, I could have done without the ‘romance’ factor between her and Kili. However, I like the fact that Jackson has shown the woodelves as much more than Tolkien’s depiction of them in the Hobbit the book. I also like that Legolas is in it, because it shows how he changes from his father’s isolationist stance to seeing that everything in the world is interconnected, thus lending depth to his appearance as a member of the nine companions in LOTR. I also like the way he shows the One Ring working its evil, both on Bilbo and the wider world
Back to the extended version. To me, the film is more complete. Parts of the story which were over in a flash in the original film, such as the journey through Mirkwood, are expanded, and if you know the book well, you’ll recognise the scenes. Of course, there are a few short edits which have been recovered, such as a little more of Steven Fry as the Master. But the big – huge- gain for me was the additional detail of the bigger picture, the lead-in to the next book, and ultimately LOTR. There were scenes which I had expected to see in the original movie, and did not. With those scenes added back, I believe the film is more true to Tolkien’s vision.
I’m not a movie fan, but I have to tell you, I’m hangin’ out for the Battle of Five Armies. Bring it on!
Have you seen the number of boxed sets out there in the market place? Six or eight or ten or eleven complete books in one document, that you can buy for $0.99. Have you thought you’d like to do that, too?
Several months ago a group of authors in the Science Fiction Romance Brigade decided to put together a boxed set. Here’s how we did it.
Have a look. You might find it helpful.
I recently read an article that claimed you really should finish every book you start to read.
I’m not the only one who shouted RUBBISH. Life’s too short to waste your time on reading a book that has become boring, tedious, odious, eye-wateringly bad or eye-rollingly obvious.
But then I thought about it.
Sure, there are some books I would never touch again, not in a moment. Some of them were written by top authors. I remember ploughing through a Ruth Rendell novel while on the Indian Pacific train trip. (You need books for that – lots of them). I enjoyed her murder mysteries and this one seemed to be along those lines, although not her usual detective. Boy, was I wrong. This was about two mixed up kids from horrible homes, a psychological study, if you will. None of the characters were likeable, and the plot lurched from one unpleasant scenario to the next, and ended up with a Romeo and Juliet ending. I know this because I skim-read through most of it, hoping to find something I’d think worth reading. Believe me, if I hadn’t been stuck on a train, I would have given up long before. But I’d made an assumption about what to expect, and I was wrong. I did something very similar with an Elizabeth Moon novel, which turned out not to be the science fiction I expected. Mea Culpa.
I kind of read Dan Brown’s The da Vinci Code. People said it was good, and I liked the premise, with the little mysteries scattered around. But two-thirds of the way through I couldn’t take the over the top inanity anymore and skimmed to the end. My husband is more forgiving than I am (sounds a bit like Return of the Jedi, doesn’t it? That scene where Darth Vader arrives to hurry up completion of Death Star II) and he’d bought Angels and Demons, so I took a look. That got two chapters and a skim to the ending, which earned a resounding ‘what a load of bollocks’.
Sometimes I’ll buy a book – or download a free copy – of something outside my usual choice of reading. If it doesn’t suit, it doesn’t, and I don’t force myself to finish it. No book will appeal to everybody, and at least I tried. Again, that’s my choice. And no, I won’t be rushing off to Amazon to write a ‘meh’ review.
What does throw me out? Normally, if a book hasn’t grabbed me in the first few chapters, it’s an unapologetic DNF. I’m not against slow openings, in fact I rather like a bit of scene-setting so I can ease into a different world, but quite soon I want to be taken on a journey with interesting characters. So I’m not a great believer in the latest fiction-writing rule that thou shalt open in the middle of an action scene. However, I need to meet characters I like, doing things that I find plausible, and interesting. Action that immediately incites feelings of how is that possible, or why would she do that, will have my finger hovering over the ‘off’ button. The writing’s important, too. I can ignore typos in moderation, but if the author’s voice gets up my nose, that’s it. Terry Brookes comes to mind. Yeah, okay, I bought the novelisation of Star Wars I after much hesitation, even though he wrote it. I’d given up on him years before. I soon found my opinion hadn’t changed, and the book was off to the second hand bookshop. Once again, Mea Culpa.
However, sometimes I will return to a book I have given up on. Take, for instance, Jack McDevitt’s Slow Lightning. After a prologue, it winds up slowly, setting the scene. I’ll admit to starting it twice, both times ignoring the prologue because I don’t like them, and I found the prologue in the only other McDevitt book I’d read up to then (A Talent for War) a crashing waste of brain power. The third time, I soldiered on and was so glad I did. The novel soon became a clever page-turner. And I had to go back and read the prologue, because it was vital to understanding the book. I wrote an article about it here.
But sometimes, you know, it’s just that I’m not in the mood for that sort of book today. Maybe I’ll finish it some other time, maybe it will remain unopened.
What about you? Do you finish everything you start reading? What throws you out? Have you ever been like me, and gone back to a book you’d given up?
Empires are something of a staple in science fiction, and they’re often evil empires. Or at least evil emperors. Asimov’s famous ‘Foundation’ series starts off with an empire in the first throes of disintegration, Linnea Sinclair’s Dock Five series has a weak emperor whose power is usurped by a ‘trusted adviser’ (think Cardinal Richelieu and Louis XIII) and then there’s the most famous galactic empire of them all – Star Wars.
It’s a tempting concept, having one powerful ruler in charge of everything. Earth’s history includes a number of powerful, very well run empires. The foremost was Rome, but others include the Austro-Hungarian Empire, the British Empire, the Napoleonic Empire and the Ottoman Empire. Based on these terrestrial examples, an empire is defined as “a group of nations or peoples ruled over by an emperor, empress, or other powerful sovereign or government: usually a territory of greater extent than a kingdom.” As the power of one particular political entity grows, it expands, gobbling up its neighbours. One of the best examples in relatively recent history was the expansion of Prussia, amalgamating a collection of autonomous small kingdoms into the modern political entity called Germany. Even more recently, after the end of WWII, Russia extended its influence over much of Eastern Europe to become the USSR, an empire in all but name. Stalin may not have worn a crown, but an emperor is just another form of dictator.
Are we ever likely to see an empire comprised of a collection of planets, though? It’s hard to imagine. We’re talking vast distances between the planets, which will probably be in different star systems. Perhaps if we reach the point in our technology where travel between star systems is achieved in weeks or days, then the concept of an all-powerful central entity might be feasible. After all, the Rome Empire encompassed such far-flung regions as Britain and Egypt. However, it would also depend upon strong government at a local level, with an allegiance to the central body.
Eva Caye has come up with a new version of a galactic empire in her nine-book series, “To be Sinclair”. In the first book, Dignity, we receive enough backstory to understand that the Sinclair family led a mission from Earth to colonize a planet. Since the Sinclairs provided most of the money to finance the trip, they became kings. Others who contributed large sums became dukes, with their own lands. Because the Sinclairs controlled the wormhole technology enabling space travel, they expanded their influence to other planets, and became Imperial.
Unlike stories like Dock Five and Star Wars, which concentrate on the rebel efforts to defeat the empire, Caye’s books are about the imperial family, and the constraints and responsibilities they must contend with as part of their daily lives. I’ve always felt a bit sorry for members of the British Royal family, especially in these days of insta-media. Privacy is virtually impossible. Everything they say, everything they do, is subject to scrutiny. But the British Royal family has no real power. Eva Caye’s Emperor has power. And with that comes enemies, assassination attempts, sycophants and hangers-on.
I’ve written a review for Dignity. You’ll find it over on the Science Fiction Romance Brigade blog. Do take a look.
Meanwhile, what do you think about Galactic Empires? Do you see if happening? Please share your thoughts.
Some of you will know I’m a keen photographer. Of late a new influx of crows has disrupted our sleep. I was awake before dawn, listening to these noisy bloody birds, so I thought I might as well get up and head for the beach to catch the sunrise. The days have been calm, and I was hoping for dead flat water and beautiful reflections. But the northerly wind, forecast to strengthen later in the day, had already whispered across the water. The tide was a little higher, too.
Still, there’s always a picture opportunity. I was delighted to see my old mates the Brahmani kites back on the sand bar at the creek. The light was low, and the bird wasn’t in a chatty mood. Seems he didn’t want to share breakfast.
Sunrise, when it happened, was through a bank of thin cloud.
And there’s always somebody trying to hog the spotlight.
A few days ago we finally bit the bullet and bought a new PC for my husband’s home office, one of those computer onesies with all the kit in the display screen. It’s a what-you-see-is-what-you-get configuration, so you can’t add cards, but the huge advantage is that there isn’t a mini-tower sitting in a cupboard in the desk. This
- keeps the machine cooler
- avoids the hassle of having to move the very f***ing heavy desk anytime anything hardware related happens. Picture a 60+ female person kneeling on the floor, trying to see around dark corners with a torch, while swearing enough to make a sailor blush.
Anyway, I’ve digressed.
Unfortunately, the system was loaded with Windows 8.1. No options there, but we didn’t much like the idea of upgrading to the latest Microsoft Office. We’d stopped at Office 2003. We like it. We BOTH like it. And with every new version, they change the user interface so you have to re-learn how it works, which causes a great deal of angst, bad language and violence. So we decided to use Libre Office. It’s free, opens and saves in MS formats, and is functionally pretty much the same as the Office equivalents. There was just one problem. The OH likes the Bookman Oldstyle font. It comes with MS Office, but not Libre Office. I’m a good wife/IT manager. I could do that small thing for him.
I had a look on a reputable font site on the net which I’ve used several times before. No Bookman Oldstyle. However, a Google search came up with lists of entries, all for free fonts. I had a look at a couple, selecting the ones the Avast online security app said were safe, then hit the ‘download’ button. A screen appeared, listing a bunch of wonderful free extras which would also be downloaded. All of those were checked. I unchecked them.
When the install package started, I noticed a few things that bothered me, files that didn’t seem legit. A font file is tiny. What was all this other stuff? So I cancelled the process. But I was too late. Avast had detected malware and moved it to the vault, where it was isolated from the rest of the system. Good news. However, every single time I opened a browser window on the machine, a female voice informed me a potential threat had been detected. Even after I had deleted the entries in the vault. A visit to Avast’s forums showed this had happened to other people. I should purchase a PC cleaner product to remove the malware. I bought the recommended product, which didn’t work. In the end, I rolled the machine’s operating system back to an earlier time. Fortunately, that did the trick.
So, dear reader, if a metaphorical wooden horse appears in your Google search, offering free downloads, take care, even if the site is deemed safe by the virus protection software of your choice. You do have virus protection software, don’t you? Unfortunately, not everyone in the world is as honest as you and me. You need to know about malware and viruses, and what to do about them. Here’s a link for Avast users. And by the way, you know that story about how Macs are not affected by viruses and such? That belongs in the same basket as believing the earth is six thousand years old. If you’ve got a Mac – or an Android tablet, for that matter, and you’re not protected, get yourself Avast. It’s free.
Frequently, even legitimate sites offering free software (or books or music) attach extras which will be installed unless you deliberately opt out. Read that screen BEFORE you click ‘install’. That goes for reputable concerns like AVG and Adobe. Otherwise, you’ll find something on your system you didn’t expect. (‘Ask’ toolbar, anyone? Or a free trial version of an anti-virus app?)