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My son, Yuri, is actually a good kid. We survive his shenanigans with little harm to home or body. But with him turning five, there is worry about how fast he is growing, both physically and in expressing independence.
Our children are a product of ourselves interacting with their environment. Whenever they say or do something bad, as a parents we should feel partially responsible.
Certainly my wife blames me for Yuri’s rude habits, as if I’m a big brother rather than a father. Children are sponges. Four days a week at a school/daycare, means he picks up actually quite a lot.
“Geeks smell bad and nerds wear plaid.”
Continue reading Actually Daddy, I’m The Boss. Now Play With Me.
“Dialogue—Ouch, my OCD,” said editor
Some dialogue from my draft:
“The peace makers have successfully vacuumed up the hummingbird.” The pleasant female voice pauses then continues. “And are requesting that it be expunged into space.”
“The peace makers have successfully vacuumed up the hummingbird,” says a pleasant female voice, “and are requesting that it be expunged into space.”
Barely six pages into my Destiny Hand’s doc before a friendly editor student had an aneurysm. Apparently I’ve developed, refined even, some bad grammar over the decades.
And she said,”Commas are your FRIENDS—“
Continue reading “Need to work on my dialogue tags,” I groaned.
“Wife food” is nourishment prepared by a significant other.
There comes a moment in a lucky man’s life when wife food surpasses mom meals. This happened for me around the time my wife started making the best sandwich bread I’ve ever had.
There is a vast food gap in my life between when I left home the day after I turned eighteen and when I started regularly eating wife food, or wife to be food, at twenty six.
Eight years of bachelor kitchen.
Continue reading Wife food is good food-best sandwich bread in PDX
Excerpt from book concept beyond Destiny’s Hand‘s timeline. It is intended to be entertaining before realistic.
A man watches lines crisscross an angry dark like overlapping fireworks, while the hissing of escaping air is drowned out by nearby explosive decompression. A bright flash makes him push away with a pained gasp, and then the Rainbow Ships of the butterfly people suddenly swirl like a kaleidoscope viewed through the small porthole.
Before resting ten light seconds away, the Ship Of Destiny did a flyby just a few light seconds from Ortome. To launch their assault craft a couple days at craft speed from an asteroid around a quarter of Ortome’s mass. They approached from the far side, so the smaller potato would block line of sight, and blasted with dubam cannons when in range to create an actual cloud of debris. Just an innocent impact between two smaller neighboring potatoes.
I see value in both and do try to balance, but for Destiny’s Hand I lean towards realistic before entertaining. My hope is that this will ease consistency and ultimately be more immersive.
Continue reading Realistic Space Combat-does it tell a good story?
Since I found out I would have a son (Yuri), I’ve been considering what games would best give him an edge. I picked three initially that I enjoy and wish I’d learned as a child. Parenting is, after all, a vicarious life style.
These games topped my list
I find it best to play with friends. Defeating strangers isn’t as savory.
Continue reading Games for my child, arming his mind with a fourth
I am most comfortable writing in third person, present tense.
I’ve done a little first person present, but almost never past tense, third or first.
Sixteen years ago I got stuck in the intense immediate. I graduated college, and that summer to fill the mental void, I wrote Accursed Haven with a manic fervor I’ve never matched since.
My first novel ride.
It was wild. It was poetic. Here’s how it started:
A morbid man walks alone, looking for refuge in a city he has disowned. He sits down on a bench with a bottle in a brown bag.
Continue reading Present Tense For A Parallel Mind
My son gets exited about hiccups. He’ll make a bee line towards me and yell, “Daddy daddy, tell me a scary story.”
After a moment’s reflection about the odd juxtaposition I’ll jump right in.
Curing Hiccups With Reality
“Son,” I’ll tell him, “let me tell you something really scary.”
Continue reading Tell Me A Scary Story. I have the hiccups
I love the idea of anthropomorphizing machines. I love the idea of taking technology and giving it a personality.
-J. J. Abrams
Artificial intelligence (AI) has an allure, something like the desire for a loyal pet.
As children maybe we wanted a toy to talk back. A little human but not too much, they must always be available.
They can have a life of their own, so long as they’re back in their box before we notice.
From the beginning I wanted a main character of Destiny’s Hand to be an AI.
The book I’m currently writing, Destiny’s Hand, takes place within a rather large spacecraft called Ship Of Destiny. As the journey is intended to last a fair number of human generations, I thought it made sense for there to be artificial intelligences available to assist and maintain continuity.
Continue reading Artificial Intelligence in my fiction, insanicide
My brother is much younger than me, still in his twenties and still in need of adventure. Not horseradish and peanut butter, more Into the Wild, which is not for family men edging towards forty, i.e. me.
That’s nice brother, anyway I’m sailing to Ireland.
The last week of last month I was chatting with my brother Matthew
online and I excitedly linked invirtu on urban dictionary, which means “within virtual reality”. I had been trying to get words I made up for my book Destiny’s Hand into the dictionary, and this was my first success.
His response, “I am going to Boston in a week to meet Norwegians. If all goes well I will crew with them as they cross to Ireland.” Continue reading Nearing Midsummer’s Eve, My Brother And The Sea
It’s a special kind of idea that sticks enough to motivate a book. I got stuck, while chatting at work one day, with the idea of daily life in a generation ship.
Spaceships that take generations to travel anywhere is not a novel idea, but I hope my story will be. The theme of it has attracted me since I was a kid.
Sometime in high school I started imagining we all might be living virtual lives as entertainment, while in stasis in space, and that when we “died” we’d wake up and remember who we really were. Now I’m writing about people on a life boat entangled in a power struggle that’s corrupted their values. There is a connection there, but it’s subtle.
Continue reading Here’s A Novel Idea-People Decide To Die In Space