Here’s a look at how long it would take before no evidence of mankind existed on planet Earth. In the big picture, a blink of the eye…
Dystopian novels like “Brave New World”, “1984”, “Fahrenheit 451” and “The Handmaid’s Tale” made a big impression on me. Guess they must have because I wrote one of my own: “The Cost of Living: A Life for a Life”. My dystopian novella takes an opposite approach to the low birthrates presented in “The Handmaid’s Tale” and instead tells the story of Janice who accidentally gets pregnant in a world so overcrowded there is no room for children to be born unless someone dies in exchange. The math is simple but the politics are not.
I’m giving the ebook away free for two days starting tomorrow – 6/9-10/18. An honest review on Amazon (and/or Goodreads) is always appreciated, but of course there is no obligation. Read and enjoy. Available free for a limited time: “The Cost of Living: A Life for a Life”
It’s a been a long winding, up and down, road to get here, but worth the journey. My science fiction novel is now complete and on Amazon for sale. The e-book is there now and the print version will be there soon. Here’s the link to check out the listing on Amazon. New writers live or die by reviews. I’m hoping some of you will take the time to post a review to help me along. I’m looking forward to hearing what people think of the book and what they might like to see happen in the sequel.
It’s been awhile since I’ve posted to my blog here. Probably because of embarrassment over how long it’s taking me to get my manuscript ready for debut. NanoMorphosis is currently in the hands of my editor which should be for the last time. If all goes as planned, the book will be up on Amazon and available for purchase within the next thirty days. The benefit of working with an editor is coming up with a truly polished end product. The downside is the ‘hurry up and wait’ part. I’m in waiting mode again. Working on the book is great fun for me, but sending it off and waiting for someone else? Not so much.
I confess to neglecting my blog here, but not my writing. I’m working hard on NanoMorphosis, raising the writing to a higher level. The scifi story I’ve written is solid and won’t change, but I’m concentrating on reducing narrative and adding dialogue to carry the action forward. The challenge in world building is always to find a way to convey the necessary information without bogging the reader down with long tedious explanations. Most of the changes won’t be major, but this tweaking makes a definite difference in readability. Right now, my manuscript is being looked at by the scifi publisher Angry Robots. So wish me luck with that. Self-publishing is still an option and may be the best choice, once I’ve finished this last editing. We’ll see …
“What made you write about this? Where did you come up with your idea?”
These are common questions writers get asked. The answers are as varied as the writers themselves and the stories they’ve created. Inspiration comes from many sources ranging from a fleeting observation to a lifetime of hard-earned experience.
Since my writing focuses on science fiction, reading science related magazines and articles is a high priority for me and provides a reliable source of inspiration.
I find it fascinating to see what’s been newly learned and to read about research underway that might change how we perceive the world around us and interact with it. Sadly, I can only absorb a limited amount. Keeping up with all of the discoveries and inventions coming out of the scientific community is an impossible challenge. The rate of new information is accellerating at ever increasing speed and quantity.
There was a time when we thought the physical world could be explained with a set number of rules wrapped in a nice little package, but so far it hasn’t happened. One question just leads to another and another and …. well, you get my point. The unending openness of scientific inquiry can be disconcerting. Safety lies in what is known, danger lies in what is not
I agree, a neat package would be comforting, (perhaps explaining the appeal of religion, which provides set answers accepted on the basis of unquestioning faith), but the price of believing in a wrapped package without examining the contents, means closing one’s mind and ending the pursuit of knowledge.
Personally, it’s the uncertainty that keeps me awake and alive, ready to get up each morning to see what we might learn next.
Blogging/hosting a website is an interesting experience in that it seems to draw a lot of spam in the comments section. Most of it recommends ways I can make my site better and get more attention on the web … which makes me wonder from whom? More spammers hawking their wares? Not why I’m here. So why am I here? Well, I suppose it was in the hope of engaging in conversation, finding like minds, a commonality of interest in reading, writing and in speculation about society and where we might be headed in the future. If you want to talk about any of that, by all means, please leave a comment. If you want to promote your product, please don’t. I monitor all comments and yours will be deleted as spam. No one will ever see unrelated self-promoting spam here if I can help it.
It’s Thanksgiving and I’m feeling grateful for family and friends, so to all my friends out there, I’d like to share this fantasy poem with you that I had fun writing some years back with the help of my son, who was about 12 at the time.
The grayed warrior sat alone in the dark and his hands trembled with age.
Yet his eyes glittered like steel and his voice was strong with rage.
“Young punks, I’ve seen such things you cannot imagine, nor ever believe were true;
For this wide world is full of wonder and magic with creatures far greater than you.
Like the dragon!” he yelled, “Twenty feet tall, fifty from head to tail,
A fire breather with silver teeth, armored all over in bronze scale.
The treasure of ten thousand kings showed bright in its emerald eyes,
But in them no reflection of me. No, invisibility was my disguise.
I’d come in search of fabled treasure, a lost city of gold.
Such riches that beast guarded, or so the legends had told.
I crept unseen in my hiding cloak, but he heard my step and breath.
The great horned head swung towards me, spewing hot fire and death.
To the tunnel I ran, barely escaping from its maw and searing flame.
Fled for my life and soul, I did, back to the surface whence I came.”
And there, the old man’s story ended and we who heard it laughed.
Some pointed, jeered and shoved him, and said he must be daft.
He shook his head and smiled then dug deep inside his pocket
To pull from there a golden chain from which there hung a locket.
“Inside here’s a cursed thing taken out of my hide that’s proof!”
Within it lay a sharp silver blade. It was a dragon’s tooth.