tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68188260184127031082024-03-13T00:00:10.237-07:00Mike Writes...Because I'm too verbose for twitter...The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.comBlogger52125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-17004918079892135522013-11-24T21:29:00.001-08:002013-11-24T21:29:39.901-08:00Words Still Have MeaningsSo I'm back, and I am once again compelled (not really) to point out that words have meanings. The English language, as well as History, are commonly suffering serious abuse from the ignorant and the mendacious, and while it is true that language is fluid, facts are not. A recent controversy reared its perfectly coiffed head when Sarah Palin, part-time governor of Alaska, complained that President Obama's economic policies were putting the US in debt to China and this was, on the anniversary of the Gettysburg Address, just like slavery. This is patently absurd, though as with everything in the history of ever, apologists appear to try to polish this turd. Usually the explanation is along the lines of "the Bible/dictionary describes debt as also being slavery in a sense", which would be remotely relevant if Palin were capable of reading either. The context of her remarks make it clear the particular type of slavery to which she was referring, and MSNBC's Martin Bashir took great offense.<br />
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Then his offense caused offense in the Republican camp, because they cannot accept that anyone on their primitive tribal side could ever do anything remotely wrong. Bashir summed up the horror of slavery with a story from the diary of a slave owner who recounted twice forcing one slave to shit in the mouth of another. He then used this as a pointed attack on Palin having the temerity to imply that one country owing money to another (most of that debt, as it happens, having been accrued under the previous Republican administration, often off the books), and suggested that if she had gone through something similar, she would not be so casual or ignorant with her terminology.<br />
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Cue sharp intakes of breath and a torrent of appalled commentators at Bashir's remarks. The man even spelled out the word 'shit' on TV! Appalling. Outrageous. Completely inappropriate. Even liberals were disgusted with Martin Bashir, though they were quick to continue sniping at Fox News' professional outrage in their own way. Just not while defending Bashir, you know. They do not condone what he said, because saying Palin should eat shit and die is completely indefensible.<br />
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I can defend Bashir's remarks,
and I shall: he didn't say Sarah Palin should be forced to eat shit, he
said that if she had an inkling of what it was like to be the sort of
person others found it acceptable to force to eat shit, that might be
enough to get her to understand what slavery truly is and how wildly
inappropriate her remarks about debt to China were. His point was that
she lacks empathy and lacks perspective and her entirely selfish nature
means it may require simply putting her through the same circumstances
in order for her to get it. He did not, at any point, suggest that it
should actually be done. It was a colourful and complex metaphor
pushing back against an obtuse and despicable abuse of history. It was, in a word, accurate.<br />
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The commentariat of the left has got to stop crumbling into a litany
of <i>mea culpa</i>s the second somebody says something a bit awkward. This
woman could have ended the world with her ignorance if she got into the
White House, she encouraged shooting political opponents, and we're
falling over ourselves to make sure we're clear that we don't condone
somebody insulting her in a manner deliberately misunderstood by the
Republican whinge machine? I call enormous, several storeys tall and stinking bullshit on that.<br />
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And The Blaze's Amy Holmes can fuck off with her <a href="http://transcripts.cnn.com/TRANSCRIPTS/1311/24/rs.01.html">infantile remarks</a> about Bashir's
show not having particularly high ratings. This is fucking politics
you fucking moron, not a playground argument about which comic book hero
is better because he sold the most issues. When the commentary turns
from pushing back against bullshit to hand-wringing and token apologies
for daring to say something that is true, this kind of inane crap gets
to be floated unchallenged and the viewing public get just a little
dumber by osmosis.<br />
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Now, since I said the word 'fuck' a couple of times, obviously I am much worse than a serial liar who ignores reality and upends political discourse on a zany whim between helicopter hunting trips. At this point, might as well contort what I said into a suggestion that Palin should be fucked by a polar bear or something equally ludicrous and flat out wrong, because in the present media climate, what you say and what they hear are two entirely different things.<br />
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The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-27278594869103237292013-06-04T18:15:00.001-07:002013-06-04T18:15:10.572-07:00Nice Day For A Red WeddingJune 2nd, 2013: a day which will live in infamy. That Sunday night, the world sat in their living rooms, holding their loved ones, and stared at the bright and blaring box that we call television as horror on an unprecedented and unimaginable scale unfolded before their very eyes. That night and into the next morning, bleary eyed and hoarse from crying, the masses sent out a collective groan of anguish across all forms of media. They were confused: How could this happen? What will happen next? They were angry: Who let it happen? Why did it have to happen? When will the bastards who did it get what is coming to them? People talked of revenge, and people talked of turning away in disgust and never looking at this brutal, horrific world again.<br />
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That world is the universe of Game of Thrones. Naturally, spoilers for Season 3, Episode 9 are to follow.<br />
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In the few days since the massacre of the Starks in the event known as the Red Wedding, I have been struck at the reaction by many fans of the Game of Thrones series. First, I have to say how much I admire the capacity of those who have read the books to keep a lid on what was coming. Spoilers appeared here and there, but it was not so ubiquitous that I, a layperson who kind of likes the TV show, had come across any inkling of what was about to happen. I found out at the same moment Catelyn did, and if I weren't a robot I imagine I would have been shocked and dismayed much like her.<br />
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Shock and dismay, though, is putting very mildly what appears to have happened to the collective culture that calls itself Game of Thrones viewers. The Internet has been flooded with memes over the episode, news shows have thrown their tuppence worth in, and in forums across the web I continually see angry, stunned fans express a peculiar sentiment: this is the final straw. The almost annihilation of the Starks means they will not watch this program any more, and the reason is that it is too painful and upsetting to endure the torment and death of their favourite characters.<br />
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Game of Thrones is a fictional TV series, based on a collection of fantasy novels. It is a story where lots of nasty characters do nasty things to one another. It is a heavily political story, and we all know politics does not make for a world that has clear good and bad guys. The Starks aren't saints, and even if they were, this maudlin response as though the Red Wedding was this generation's 9/11 is perplexing. These people are not real. Their deaths did not actually happen. And I get that the viewers know that, this is not a rant at a stupid strawman who bizarrely cannot tell fantasy from reality. What I am getting at is this strange anger and resentment that came about in response to this plot twist. So many viewers seem furious at the show, at the novels, at the author himself, for killing characters they happened to like. So furious, in fact, that there have been numerous cries of "I'm not watching any more".<br />
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Why would you not watch any more? Is it not the stuff of melodrama and the basis of conflict for the protagonists to be beaten down to their lowest ebb and to come clawing back? Is it just not acceptable for bad things to happen to characters you like? This is like deciding to stop watching Star Wars because Luke got his hand cut off. It is shutting down the story in a fit of pique, before giving the author a chance to redress the balance.<br />
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Perhaps they fear, with good reason, that the balance will never actually be redressed. Perhaps viewers are starting to hide behind their proverbial couches because they are terrified that the show won't end the way they want it to. This is Game of Thrones, after all. But to that, I have to ask... so what? You are not the writer, you are the viewer. Pardon me if this sounds high handed, but it's not your job to decide where the story goes next. Stories unfold how they will, and you can enjoy them or not. If you find yourself not enjoying a rather bleak story where the good guys keep getting a pasting, by all means stop. There is no obligation to carry on a story that turns down a path you would rather not follow. But there appears to have been a strange sense of betrayal in the reaction to the Red Wedding, as though G.R.R. Martin and HBO are just trying to upset people by daring to steer their own ship their way. I have seen forum posters argue that next week, the fans will have to be appeased. Have to? Since when? Next week the only thing that has to happen is whatever has been scripted to happen. Where do fans get this idea that creative endeavours are a zero-sum game where everything they don't like has to be off-set by something more pleasant?<br />
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Perhaps it is simply the shock that has got people upset. I certainly did not expect most of the 'good guys' to get wiped out at the dinner table, and even for Game of Thrones the level of violence was extreme. Yet even those who saw it coming had trouble accepting what occurred. I have seen numerous people describe how they read the scene and then threw the book at the wall, in the trash, or out the window. Some people gave up on the books right there. Some describe watching the TV show, knowing it was coming, but hoping that for no apparent reason the producers would make something different occur. They were heartbroken to discover the TV show pretty much made it worse than on the page. And all the time I can only wonder: why? Why would you expect something different, and why does it matter so much that something bad happened to some fictional people? Let the story go where it is going. Again, if you don't like it feel free to get off the bus, and if you think there's something wrong about the show there's nothing wrong with saying so. Still, it appears this is not an issue of quality; I haven't heard any arguments that Martin's plot is poorly written or problematic for technical reasons. It's just that a lot of fans really don't like what actually ends up occurring. It is as though they are happy to view the stark (pardon the pun) and cold world Martin has created, but are not at all comfortable dealing with the ramifications of it. There seems to be a great reluctance to accept that bad things happen and the designated good guys aren't necessarily going to win.<br />
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So, what is going on here? Is the reaction to the Red Wedding happening as expected overblown and kind of entitled? Does it come from a place of fear of bad things happening and not being able to stop them? Or is there something wrong with me and I cannot grasp the connection people have to fictional characters, so do simply cannot fathom their outrage? Feel free to let me know.<br />
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The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-60816057578645502722013-04-14T14:53:00.000-07:002013-04-14T15:05:20.421-07:00Numbers Have MeaningsI have spoken a few times about how important it is to remember that <a href="http://themikewrites.blogspot.com/2012/05/thats-what-im-talking-bout-willis.html">words</a> <a href="http://themikewrites.blogspot.com/2012/05/bigot-by-any-other-name.html">have</a> <a href="http://themikewrites.blogspot.com/2012/07/once-more-with-bigotry.html">meanings</a>. Since they have meanings, we must be clear about what we mean when we used them, and as a writer I always aim to be judicious and accurate in the terms I lay down like so many bricks in the wall. It will not do to throw around words willy-nilly when writing a story, otherwise the real meaning of your piece is lost, and the weight of your terms is diluted. When a character is a 'murderer', I mean a murderer, somebody who decides to kill other human beings. I don't mean somebody who killed a friend in a terrible boating accident. In real life, I have pointed out that words like bigot do have an application, and you cannot simply wash the label off yourself if you make yourself sticky enough to wear it in the first place. Try as many a homophobe might, cries of "I'm not a bigot but..." immediately negates the first four words of their own sentence.<br />
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Now, I'd like to point out that numbers, too, have meanings. This is not a quasi-existential conundrum or any attempt at fuzzy mathematics. I'm not very good at maths anyway, so I am not going to compound on how 2+2 can equal 5 (apparently it can, for adequate values of 2, and not only in the world inhabited by Fox News). 2 is a good number to start with. 2 is the chart position of a particular song in the UK singles chart. 2 is the number of times I can recall that the British Broadcasting Corporation has chosen to obscure the position of a song in that same chart. The first time was when the Sex Pistols' <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8z2M_hpoPwk"><i>God Save The Queen</i></a> appeared, which was considered far too politically inconvenient to air. Now such aggressive and troubling punk rock seems almost quaint, but its anti-fascist message apparently has not been heeded, as the BBC has whitewashed today's chart and allowed only a five second clip of <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PHQLQ1Rc_Js">Ding Dong! The Witch Is Dead</a> </i>to appear in the news instead.<br />
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Yes, yes, calling the BBC fascist and getting bent out of shape about a song is rather petty. But it is no more petty than an organisation that is meant to report simple information like the position of a song in a chart deciding that, since a song's position may be embarrassing, the song must be buried. And it is not simply the dodging of playing an embarrassing song; it is a purposeful effort to alter history. A transparent, incompetent attempt, that makes the BBC look suspect and brings their general credibility into question. If they will in essence cover up a song because it doesn't suit the political climate, what else will or have they obscured from the public?<br />
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The BBC is not alone. If one were to Google "<a href="https://encrypted.google.com/#hl=en&gs_rn=9&gs_ri=psy-ab&tok=ExLkqpg9nn0NvHwgqsZ6rQ&cp=6&gs_id=7l&xhr=t&q=uk+singles+chart&es_nrs=true&pf=p&output=search&sclient=psy-ab&oq=uk+sin&gs_l=&pbx=1&bav=on.2,or.r_qf.&bvm=bv.45175338,d.aWc&fp=144025172efe81&biw=1680&bih=935">UK singles chart</a>" right now, the results would provide info taken directly from both the BBC and the Official UK Chart. The former mysteriously omits song number 2 from the top three visible on Google; the latter simply lies and pretends song number 2 is something else. Of course visiting the actual sites provides the real data (though for some reason the Official UK chart does not provide a 'buy' link for the number 2 song), but if one were simply surfing on Google, one would be misinformed. This is not an accident. This is not important, in isolation, but if a song is enough to get these bodies so worked up they will simply lie, why should they ever be trusted?<br />
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Worse than burying information, the BBC have opened themselves up to accusations of bias as they did play <i><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnToK3kSKKg">I'm In Love With Margaret Thatcher</a> </i>in full. This has been adopted as an anthem in opposition to those who are celebrating her death, though in reality the band behind it, the Notsensibles, have said their intention was satirical. The BBC also, in the five seconds they did air of <i>Ding Dong! The Witch is Dead </i>broadcast the eponymous line. If they were so concerned about offending and upsetting people they had to bury the song, why air the specific line that would be most concerning? The BBC insists they were <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/entertainment-arts-22145306">acting out of balance</a>, but they appear to have fallen flat on their faces, pleasing nobody and shredding their credibility all to avoid taking a decisive editorial stance.<br />
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In their intention to avoid controversy/reality, the BBC have made this minute-long song a national issue. Their objective appears to have been shielding a nation from its own opinion, and in their arrogance they think they have both the right and capability of doing so. What has really happened is that people sitting in their
bedrooms have clicked a button to download a song and the result is the
British Broadcasting Corporation felt obliged to mangle reality. That’s power. None of these ordinary people will
get state funerals, or see anything like the £10-£40 million spent on them in
their lifetime, nevermind just to put them in the ground, but their simple act of defiance has rattled the halls
of power. Like Toto, we have pulled back the curtain, and pay attention to what
cowering and weak mortals lie behind it.<br />
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<br />The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-31046204034208364272013-04-08T17:57:00.000-07:002013-04-08T17:57:32.395-07:00If a picture's worth a thousand words...How many lives are worth a barrel of oil?<br />
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As a Scot and a curmudgeon both, I would be remiss if I didn't mark the passing of one Margaret Thatcher, former UK Prime Minister and good friend of the morally handicapped.<br />
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Words have power because, in spite of our relativistic bent, words have meanings. We like to think of ourselves as a society where words constrain and control us: we write laws and statues, enshrining them with the ability to tell us what to do. Imagine, beings of flesh and blood and power, but we give ink on a page the capacity to stop us from doing something rash, or compelling us to something for the greater good.<br />
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But then, we are still people, and sometimes people just don't care what laws say or what words mean: they want what they want and they will step on everybody else to get it. People, with their squishy brains and hypocritical natures, can easily find themselves arguing from both sides of their mouth and proudly declaring that black is white. And what's worse, people can convince themselves that they mean it. While words written down do not change, minds do, sometimes because they learned something new, often because it becomes politically expedient. Sometimes the same people who railed against abuse of power, excess in business and punitive poll taxes suddenly find themselves scrambling to find nice things to say and wagging their finger at those who do not meekly hide their hard-earned hate. <br />
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In short, fuck off BBC and the rest of the quisling media with your bullshit fawning over a murderous thief who wrecked the future and ended the lives of so many for the sake of her own vanity and the power and pocketbooks of her flying monkeys in business suits.<br />
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<br />The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-72757305917909012032013-03-18T14:30:00.001-07:002013-03-18T14:30:52.919-07:00The Sim City That Never Sleeps I've been an advocate of the indie gaming scene here before, as well as indie publishing. This is as much about the quality work they put out as the satisfaction gleaned from sticking it to 'the man', whomever that man may be. In gaming, we all know who the man is: he's the soulless corporate suit whose medic-alert bracelet reads he is allergic to generosity and whose social security number consists solely of 666. His driver's license lists his eye colour as green and his tongue as forked. His initials are E.A. - Electronic Arts.<br />
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Normally I talk about the great sense of story to be found in indie games, but Sim City is different. Sim City is, obviously, a city simulator. You build your city, you watch it grow, you put out fires and you manage budget crises. You can create a socialist paradise full of libraries, solar panels and hemp shops, if you balance things just right; or simply rest on your laurels and watch your city descend into a crime-ridden, polluted dystopia that's every libertarian's dream come true.<br />
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Speaking of not caring about the consequences of an entirely free market, Electronic Arts have released a new version of Sim City, and if you're remotely interested in the gaming world, you will have heard by now that it has had its share of teething troubles. I say "its share" because it is the share that everybody saw coming, and then some. It is resolutely the share of troubles that were inevitably allotted to the game from the moment EA announced in their raspy, Emperor Palpatine voice that this game where you build a city would require you to be always connected to the Internet to play it. Specifically to their servers, which crashed on release, because lots of people who paid $60 for a game had the temerity to want to play it.<br />
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Things got so bad that at one point Amazon withdrew the game from sale because for a large portion of customers it simply didn't work. When retailers pull your product from the shelves because of a defect, you screwed up big time. This is lead paint in Chinese toys territory, for the games industry. So naturally EA responded by refusing refunds for their defective product, and all hell broke loose online. They later made the more accommodating gesture of offering a free game, though of course this still has the effect of keeping Sim City's sales buoyed, allowing them to pretend on paper that the launch was a success so they should keep doing things like this.<br />
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You've probably seen the arguments somewhere. You might even have been caught in the fallout as it spilled across the vastness of social media, as disgruntled customers fume over not being allowed to use a product they paid for due to the publisher thinking they should control access to your own possessions. Or you might be here because you like writing and be really bored with my occasional off-topic ramble, but bear with me. This does tie in to the publishing industry. I won't bother rehashing the ins and outs of the situation, I'll simply offer this point: when you try to control new media using draconian measures from the old media world, you are playing with fire. Publishers in particular should try to avoid that, because they are surrounded by lots of dry paper.<br />
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<br />The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-41248012387344316522013-03-11T10:07:00.003-07:002013-03-11T10:07:57.936-07:00Am I a Savvy Author?After appearing over at <a href="http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/2013/03/romantic-fantasy-red-queen.html">Romance Lives Forever</a>, where I also appeared on the cover of their March 5th edition, I have another guest post. This time I am hosted by the good people at <a href="http://www.savvyauthors.com/vb/content.php?2571">Savvy Authors</a>, where I wax lyrical about pancakes and confessions. Don't forget to check it out.The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-37514852590652279642013-03-04T21:11:00.001-08:002013-03-04T21:11:44.036-08:00Romance Lives Forever InterviewAn interview with yours truly (also yours falsely, I suppose, since I write fiction) has just gone live at <a href="http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/">Romance Lives Forever</a>. Big thanks to <a href="https://twitter.com/kayelleallen">Kayelle Allen</a> for interviewing me and giving me yet another platform to ramble. I talk about my romantic fantasy <a href="http://amzn.com/B0088D28X8">The Red Queen</a>, published by <a href="http://www.bookstogonow.com/">Books To Go Now</a>, as well as giving some exciting info on my current works in progress and what the future holds. <a href="http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/?zx=44c7651b483e0c1c">Check it out</a>, and let this interview be today's moment of zen.The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-72182116272215096342013-02-25T20:55:00.001-08:002013-02-25T20:55:22.978-08:00When You Don't Know What To Write...I have been in kind of a funk all day, not utilising my time the way I could be and just not finding the motivation to get to work on the multitude of projects I have sitting in my in-tray. Well, it's a virtual in-tray, since all my writing is done on a computer, but to be able to tick something off that task-list is as addictive as collecting Pokemon.<br />
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I use a lot of lists to help organise and prioritise tasks, and it does feel good to clear them systematically. Sometimes things crop up that delays or expedites one or another, and often I wind up juggling and jumping between tasks as my creative energy drags me along like a strong current. I have made good progress on my primary WIP, getting over half-way through the first draft since the start of the new year. This past week, though, I have felt myself getting a little bogged down. I'm antsy to write, but as much as I love the story I'm currently doing, there are always new and exciting things just over the horizon. On the other hand, I'm reluctant to leap in to a new project with my current one unfinished. I could do some editing on PICT, which has been sailing slowly along as well, but sometimes when you're in the mood to write and not to write, you just have to put pen to paper and see what spills out.<br />
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Proverbially speaking, of course. I can't hold a pen. I have a blog though, so I threw up a post. I have been hanging out on Twitter a bit lately, so I always have some quip at my fingertips. What really felt refreshing, though, was to try to write a short story right off the top of my head. Remember creative writing classes back in school? Somehow it was so easy (at least, for those of us who had designs on being an author, the rest of the class hated it). You were given an hour, maybe two, and a few sheets of paper. Maybe you even got a prompt, something suitably vague like "time" or "family feuds". Perhaps a location, like an island, or an event such as a funeral. Then you wrote, and if your muse was smiling on you that day, you got a heck of a lot more work done than an adult trying to write in their home office for five hours straight.<br />
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I'm not going to share it here, it was simply an exercise, but I quite liked my little story. It was a mild erotica, of all things, and had a nice arc to it with a solid beginning, middle and end. I even detected some subtext as I read through it again, and the best part was I managed to keep it under 2000 words. Usually my 'short' stories are in the 10k region. I'm not incapable of being brief, but the kinds of stories I tend to tell generally require a slow burn to build the tension. They're 150 minute dramas rather than 90 minute action movies, which doesn't make them better of course, it just means they play by different rules. Thinking back to the Oscars, all the big movies this year were quite lengthy, but I have noticed a trend toward action films filling up screen-time as well. The Hobbit naturally was three hours long, and the finished piece will last nine. That's a lot of sword swinging and pipe smoking. The Transformers movies were all over two hours, and I can't help but wonder if they would have made just as much cash with twenty or thirty minutes less of explosions. What this ironically rambling paragraph is trying to say is that I feel stories should be given the room they need to breathe, but sometimes a quickie is highly satisfying.<br />
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Hmm, maybe that mild erotica went to my head. Still, never be afraid to experiment, and if you've got even a tiny story in you, see if you can get it down. When you don't know what to write, know that it's worth writing anything. Now back with a vengeance, your moment of zen:<br />
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Don't go away, it's not going to be entirely irrelevant. And I won't gush about the plot, or get all keyed up about the potential awards coming their way, but I did find <i>Silver Linings Playbook </i>surprisingly enjoyable. I am not normally a romantic comedy kind of person. I just finished Season 4 of <i>Breaking Bad</i> on Netflix, and on occasion I cackled along with Walter White as he descended into madness, because I was just so taken with how powerful and indulgently good the writing was.<br />
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You know writing is good when it has the confidence to just run with something truly ridiculous and act like it is the most profound thing in the world. SLP was a film that clearly was unashamed of its flighty, misfit nature. I have not read the book (yet; I do hear good things), but the story of the film was one that seemed to go all over the place. Normally that would spell disaster - I have seen far too many unfocused and therefore unfunny comedies in the past year. <i>Seeking A Friend for the End of the World</i> was one. The trailer looked quite humorous but they squeezed just about every laugh from the film into those two minutes (and a couple that didn't even make the final cut), leaving an incoherent discourse that could not decide what it wanted to be and, like a pothead without drive or ambition, just kind of hung around with a couple of quirky characters until falling asleep.<br />
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Not so <i>Silver Linings Playbook</i>. On the surface it is the most standard of rom-com fare: boy meets girl, boy proves himself, boy wins girl. The girl is a MacGuffin, a woman literally objectified and turned into a trophy for the hero to overcome odds and risk terrible consequences in order to capture. As a feminist that plot point gets annoying and played out; as a romantic and somebody whose lonely adolescence was filled with fantasies where doing x would magically make me good enough to win y girl, it is embarrassingly satisfying. I can see why it still sells. Yet this story did what Hollywood is pathologically afraid to do - it did it differently.<br />
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I will try to avoid spoiling the plot too much (as much as one can spoil a romantic comedy's standard story), but if you really care about going into this film cold (and haven't seen it yet - it's been out for five or six weeks), you might want to look away now. In short, the story begins <i>in media res</i>, after the inciting incident where our protagonist Pat finds his wife in the shower with another man and beats him so severely he is incarcerated in a mental hospital. Skipping this action is an unusual take and one that was particularly surprising since a comedy could have made plenty of hay out of a bipolar man snapping and beating the crap out of his wife's illicit lover. Instead we begin with him leaving the facility and planning to get on with his life and, he hopes, return to his wife.<br />
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We have a protagonist (Pat). We have a vulnerability (mental health issues, rage and insecurity) and we have a goal (get his wife back). It's as clear cut a beginning as a story could ever hope for. Pat starts down the road, trying to get in shape and read his wife's syllabus to show how much he cares. An aside - it may have been a good idea to cast somebody who was not already looking like an Adonis if the producers wanted a character who felt the need to 'get in shape'. 'Hollywood ugly' is an irritating problem, and it really does nobody any favours to imply that Bradley Cooper somehow <i>needed</i> to work out.<br />
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Back to the story, Pat hits some obstacles to his goal (we're really hitting all the notes on this story). His wife doesn't want to see him, his family are trying to dissuade him from trying to get back together with her, and his mental health is not as controlled as his parole officer would like. While jogging in order to drop the absolutely zero excess weight this fit and handsome gentleman is carrying, he meets up with Tiffany (Jennifer Lawrence). She also has mental health issues, which in movie-land translates to being blunt, rude and very forward. She's <i>quirky</i>, and of course attractive, so we know immediately she will be the magic pixie who will fix poor Pat's first world problems.<br />
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So far, so much cheese. It is bog standard rom-com fare, aside from dodging the bullet of making Pat's breakdown an on-screen joke. But then things get interesting. Pat and Tiffany become friends. Real friends, who hang out and work on a project together and have weird private jokes. Pat still wants his wife and Tiffany will help if he is her partner in a dance competition. It's a premise designed for awkward man-handling and tense staredowns, but these are essentially absent from the film. They practice dancing together in scenes where the characters appear to be having fun, without the film beating sexual tension over the audience's heads.<br />
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In the end, Pat is put into a position where somehow his parents' life savings are resting on the result of his dancing with Tiffany. He really tries for her, but not <i>for </i>her. He's trying because he cares about his family and he cares about his friend's dream and he respects her. On the surface, his climactic showdown is supposed to be about winning his wife, the previously unseen MacGuffin of the film. It's a strange picture that has the lead character chasing a woman who we don't even get to see until the climax. How are we supposed to be awed by the beauty of this human-object so that we understand what sexiness is at stake? And wasn't magic pixie Tiffany supposed to be the new object to pursue? Pat ultimately comes through and makes an effort for other people, showing that he has grown, but strangely not for the sake of winning either woman. He does begin a relationship with Tiffany, but this is a mutual decision later, she does not stand waiting on a podium for him to pluck her into the air. In fact plucking her into the air goes rather badly.<br />
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It makes zero sense on paper but the whole film just asks you to indulge its convolutions, and against all my training and instincts as a writer, I let myself be carried along for the ride. Apparently its complete lack of shame or self-consciousness paid off, because the Academy found it refreshing enough to nominate the picture in numerous categories. I walked out of the theatre confused, wondering why it was that I had enjoyed the mess I had just seen. It probably helped that unlike most comedies I've seen recently, this one had a good number of laughs. But more than that, it took its time and let the characters just hang around with one another, developing a friendship that was palpable on-screen and not simply a forced coupling of two attractive actors. In particular, the characters had respect for one another. This was not a sexual wolf chasing down a deer. The happy ending was an egalitarian arrangement, not a conquest.<br />
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It's a very strange story, one that flirts with the most standard of clichés one minute before dashing off into brave new territory the next. It is a story that's not afraid to tell itself, undaunted by the expectations of form or function, and it is encouraging to see this boldness rewarded.The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-12846241605332944802013-01-21T20:07:00.001-08:002013-01-21T20:07:29.676-08:00Query Shark Hunting Minnows?Lately I have been on something of an anti-orthodoxy kick. It's never a good idea to become too comfortable in your surroundings and complacent in your ideas. Unfortunately, I fear that is something that is becoming more and more common as we socially catalogue ourselves based on increasingly rigid criteria. The Facebook and <a href="https://twitter.com/TheMikeWrites">Twitter</a> generation knows how to tag people, and once you're tagged you're either in or out. Pretty soon you can be comfortably hearing nothing but the sound of your own thoughts rattling back at you in a noisy echo chambers.<br />
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In an online game I enjoy, I was part of a league where I was a big fish in a small pond, so I jumped ship. Mixed metaphor? At least both involve water. And as I mentioned on Twitter, after spending a lot of time on a writing project lately (more on that in an upcoming post - it's a pretty interesting concept, and it could well be a new novel!), I've kind of burnt out my usual writing music. I'm not that old, despite the cane, but I've always liked what this generation might call your dad's rock and roll - REM, Pink Floyd, Bowie, along with some of the British greats from the 90s - Manic Street Preachers, Oasis, Radiohead. Unfortunately there's only so many times you can listen to classics before you start to miss the magic of hearing something exciting and new.<br />
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Writing can be like that - working on a novel can leave you aching to be done, no matter how passionate you first were about the idea, leading to a rushed finish. I really feel this happened with Harry Potter (yes, I read it, and I liked it, so sue me). I may even discuss why in a later post. And later in this post, you'll see where all of this actually ties in to writing.<br />
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Part of my thirst for new things and re-examining old ones comes from my travels across the Internet. Repeat visitors will have probably noticed my occasional rant about politics and religion. Don't fret, I'm not going to get into that right now, but in the kinds of places I frequent to talk about these issues, I've noticed a sudden up-tick in the intolerance of unorthodox ideas. I've seen one person float <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solipsism">solipsism</a> only to be vigorously attacked and treated like a child, which was clearly more of a response to the same person earlier daring to mention Bigfoot on an atheist forum. Oh dear. I'm fairly agnostic toward Bigfoot - it seems distantly plausible but there's scant evidence and much of what is available isn't particularly credible. It's not exactly a harmful idea, though, but it's an unusual one in secular circles, and that really got a lot of backs up and wound up with both sides bickering. In another instance, I saw someone suggest that a very rude word associated mostly with women be used less because of the potential for misunderstanding its context (though admittedly they did not express this particularly carefully), and they were swiftly rounded on for daring to try to control people who really want to use that word for some reason. The suggestion that reason be used to look at the real issue raised was greeted with unreasonable hostility.<br />
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Surprise, surprise, some people got mad over nothing on the Internet. You didn't have to be the sole being in the universe whose mind was projecting all things to figure that one out. I'm not writing to whine about it, just to observe it. Consider this entry a form of Mindfulness. What really concerns me, though, is that the anger erupted from people being asked to challenge their preconceptions, to step outside their comfort zone just a little bit.<br />
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Doing this seems incredibly difficult for humans, and I worry that it's really getting in the way of a lot. In politics, that's probably rather evident. Whatever your stripes, you'll likely be mad at all the other people not opening their minds. For writing, I'm concerned that authors are not simply hurt by their own complacency, but that of the publishing media and readers. Readers only have so much time, energy and funds, so naturally they're going to be judicious about what they purchase and read. We can't really fault them for it, much as we might love for them to try something different (especially <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/163078">Last Confession</a>, where a former priest follows his daughter into death and hears the confession of God's sins). <br />
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It's our job to appeal to readers, and it's our job to appeal to editors and agents. That's part of the game, but sometimes I worry that the other side may not be paying so much attention. When I read a blog like <a href="http://queryshark.blogspot.com/">Query Shark</a>, where Janet Reid mercilessly critiques the query letters of hopeful writers (they volunteer), I see an unsettling pattern emerge. Frequently she cites reasons to automatically reject a query, often within the first glance. Agents obviously do not have a lot of time to weed through queries, but if they are simply looking for the first reason to reject something, what are authors to do?<br />
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Write the perfect query, obviously, but nobody's perfect, especially not starting out. Also, authors generally concentrate more on writing the perfect story, not the perfect letter. If we were perfect at selling ourselves and our work, we wouldn't need agents. Now, many of us don't. With the publishing industry continuing to slide into oblivion, one would think they would be willing to take risks. But complacency, and comfort, appear to reign. Every excuse is found to say no to a writer. Every barrier and hurdle is held up as the gatekeepers continue to bar the doors to keep the unwashed out of the castle walls. And there are a lot of unwashed out there - authors who are struggling to keep their ideas coherent long enough to compose a letter never mind a novel, writers of glorified fan fiction who unfortunately are not aware of intellectual property, and those who somehow think it's not necessary to spell-check a query.<br />
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Yet is that enough reason to scan every approaching author with an eye toward what to toss, rather than what to keep? Is it a disservice to aspiring writers to be met with what amounts to a hostile gauntlet, where they dare not put a comma out of place in case that's the one thing the agent needs to reject their years of hard work? What do you think?The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-73304333375842543942013-01-15T08:49:00.001-08:002013-01-15T08:49:27.992-08:00The Story ContinuesExciting news - I have another couple of guest appearances coming up in a few weeks, where I will be popping up on other blogs. Keep an eye out for my entries over at <a href="http://savvyauthors.com/">Savvy Authors</a> and <a href="http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/">Romance Lives Forever</a>, and enjoy what their other contributors have to offer.<br />
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But first, here's part two of the episodic steam punk political police procedural (deep breath) action thriller serial I'm working on: <a href="http://www.wattpad.com/10745530-portman-island-counter-terrorism-episode-2">Portman Island Counter Terrorism</a>.The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-29561597420209176952013-01-06T08:26:00.002-08:002013-01-06T08:26:44.570-08:00New Year, New StoryI've talked a few times about a story concept I have been working on, throwing together elements of fantasy, steampunk, and serialised television thrillers. Set in the dystopian cavescape of my first novel <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/233944">Underworld</a>, Portman Island Counter Terrorism follows a crop of government agents as they strive to preserve law and order and do the right thing, increasingly coming to the realisation that these are not necessarily one and the same. Colonel Vox leads his PICT Element from their base aboard the Allied Steam Ship <i>Tranquility</i>, constantly clashing with naval commanders and politicians as they vie for jurisdiction and use PICT as a bludgeon against civil unrest and political discord. In the manner of classic series such as Twin Peaks and The X-Files, Colonel Vox finds himself double-crossed and mired in secret government projects, including the sinister Dr. White's pet, a mentally disturbed young witch of unknown and unnerving power. His team, including newcomer Nate Stratigias, grow closer as they come under increasing threat from all sides, and must work together to both perform their duty and follow their conscience, following in the long beloved footsteps of teamwork procedurals such as NCIS. And like the action-packed 24, the entire story unfolds over the course of a single day and events occur in real-time.<br />
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<a href="http://www.wattpad.com/9601897-portman-island-counter-terrorism-episode-1">Episode 1</a> of this serial is available free at WattPad. I'm always looking for beta readers and feedback, so feel free to leave comments here on the blog or over at Wattpad.The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-57726894088741817762012-12-17T20:35:00.001-08:002012-12-17T20:42:02.058-08:00Fools Rush In Where God Won't Deign To TreadI remember being a primary school student in Scotland, and I remember on one particular day sitting down after lunch and having a pale teacher ask us all to stand and offer some extra prayers due to "something terrible" which happened at another school none too far from us. When I arrived home my mother hugged me a little more tightly than usual, and I saw on the news that 16 children and one teacher had been shot and killed before the gunman killed himself. It became known as the Dunblane massacre, and in its aftermath the UK government swiftly made efforts to restrict and remove firearms from the general population to attempt to prevent something similar ever happening again.<br />
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Why did it happen in the first place? The reasons were complex and nuanced, explored through various enquiries over the next several years, but ultimately the issue at hand was that simply a mentally unstable man with a persecution complex who had not been sufficiently dealt with by authorities aware that he was accused numerous times of inappropriate conduct with youngsters eventually snapped and took out his frustrations on the children of the community he felt had all turned against him. And he did it with guns, which were licensed and legally owned, but after such a swift and violent end to so many young lives, nobody could quite understand why. Shooting was a hobby of his, but were hobbies really worth allowing all and sundry to easily access and store hand-held devices which could kill eighteen people in a few seconds? The UK government decided no, and by the next year had banned the general population from owning handguns.<br />
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I bring this up because, of course, an eerily similar incident has occurred in CT, but sadly the response could not have been more different. As the shock and pain subsided for much of the UK, the first thing on most people's minds was how to make such a thing unlikely to occur again. Not to make it impossible, because it is nobody but a strawman impotently bludgeoned by the pro-gun lobby who argues that legal barriers would make obtaining a firearm impossible, but to make it less likely, more difficult, and therefore hopefully mitigated. There have been numerous shootings in the UK since the handgun ban, including a handful of mass shootings, but these have largely involved larger firearms or gang-related violence, and not wholesale slaughter of random people within a few seconds.<br />
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In the United States, things have been rather different. This shooting incident is one of a multitude this year alone, and after every single one little has occurred beyond hand-wringing and insisting that now isn't the time to talk about any political ramifications of such a tragedy. Now that the latest shooting has involved very young children, a new sense of urgency has been injected into the debate, but the counter to that has been... unreal.<br />
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Literally. The pro-gun lobby has invoked god, and essentially blamed him, because they would rather throw their beloved deity under the bus than their guns. When the likes of Mike Huckabee and Bryan Fischer claim that the reason for massacres in schools is because their god "doesn't go where he isn't invited", he is too beholden to his Second Amendment fetish to realise just what a petty, vindictive and cruel master he makes his god out to be. This meme has gained ground, appearing all over Twitter and Facebook, in the form of pictures and t-shirts bandied about by simple-minded Christians incapable of defending this vicious being whenever challenged. For the most part they have not even thought about it, they simply are reacting the only way they know how, by obeying the authority figures they happen to trust. And those figures are telling them now is the time to whine about the abundantly clear constitutional separation of church and state that prohibits public institutions like schools from establishing a particular religion. Now, as bodies still lie in the morgue, it's time to score points for Jesus and drag the whole debate toward giving Christians their hard-earned privileged place above everybody else in society. And they did earn it, they had the forethought to be born in the right place and the right colour and everything!<br />
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Beyond that, numerous suggestions have been floated that the real culprit in these deaths was gun control itself. If only schools weren't gun-free zones, some lament, then the principal could have "taken the head off" of the shooter with her own assault rifle. Because that's what schools really need on campus for safety - more guns. And if you get into the teaching business, you better be prepared to kill somebody now and then. War is peace.<br />
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Not enough guns and not enough prayer - those were the problems in this situation? Earlier I talked about praying - in Scottish schools, prayer is perfectly acceptable in school, even led by staff. I have political and philosophical issues with this, but that's another debate for another day. The point is, we had prayer in public schools, and we had a school shooting just the same. It is a childish fantasy to pretend that prayer protects against bullets, and it is a dangerous delusion to argue that a god must be appeased to prevent chaos and death in our schools or anywhere else in life. Even if that were true - why worship such a monstrous, petty entity? But it's not true and it's not smart to pretend it is. Huckabee and his friends have let the cat out of the bag: they are authoritarians, pure and simple, and they believe might makes right. If you do not do what they say, bad things might start to happen. You've got a beautiful family, sure would be a shame if somebody were to shoot some of them, capice? So you better give them what they want, otherwise their big bad bully in the sky will make sure something terrible happens to you and yours. And the implement that maximises how terrible that something is? Well, you should have asked Santa for a gun, so you could deal with the situation yourself. That's all it will take to solve America's problems: more guns and more prayer.<br />
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The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-60091752198393665232012-12-07T10:37:00.002-08:002012-12-07T10:37:47.500-08:00It Gets Better - Mormon StyleThe Church of Jesus Christ of the Latter Day Saints has launched a website to herald the arrival of their new PR campaign (and I'm not just being cynical, they talk about PR on the website). After spending enormous sums of money <strike>helping the poor, hungry and sick</strike> trying to stop gay people getting married, and after one of their own bishops narrowly missed out on becoming the President of the United States by a mere 126 electoral votes even though he managed to get the 47% he had written off as shiftless moochers to ironically vote for him, the Mormon church realised their public image was somewhat tarnished with a grubby film of bigotry, apathy and entitlement. So they underwent sensitivity training and launched <a href="http://mormonsandgays.org/">MormonsAndGays.org</a>. It's not a new musical, it's the LDS' heartfelt attempt to reach out to homosexuals within their fold and encourage them to "stay with us".<br />
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Why stay with a church that has exerted stunning quantities of time, money and energy in trying to stop gay people getting married, adopt children and live in peace like everybody else? Because... it gets better!<br />
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We believe that with an eternal perspective, a person’s attraction to
the same sex can be addressed and borne as a mortal test. It should not
be viewed as a permanent condition. <b>An eternal perspective beyond the
immediacy of this life’s challenges offers hope.</b> Though some people,
including those resisting same-sex attraction, may not have the
opportunity to marry a person of the opposite sex in this life,<b> a just
God will provide them with ample opportunity to do so in the next</b>. We
can all live life in the full context of who we are, which is much
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See? It gets better... and by it, I mean The Gay, and by better, I mean you get cured. After you die.<br />
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Why am I not surprised that the religious version of the “<a href="http://www.itgetsbetter.org/">it gets better</a>” campaign has the caveat that you have to die first?<br />
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The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-49551290538773033822012-11-30T06:47:00.000-08:002012-11-30T06:47:04.017-08:00Indie Games Rise AgainI have never played Super Meat Boy, but I really want to. I probably should have got it during the Steam fall sale (autumn to the rest of us, except those crazy Australians who have spring right now) but I'm busy saving the world from vampires, or vampires from the world, in Skyrim's DLC Dawnguard. I'm a little confused on whom I'm saving for what because no matter what limited choices offered to me, I seem to just go through the same labyrinths and kill the same mix of Dawnguard soldiers and vampires. And killing is largely the entire point of the game. I can turn into a Vampire Lord now, which is a killing machine (when it doesn't randomly decide to ignore my mouse clicks or flail futilely at empty air beside the soldier steadily chopping it into little pieces, or just freeze my PC), and while it's refreshing that it doesn't sparkle, I would have thought there would be something a bit more cerebral for these enigmatic, seductive creatures of the night.<br />
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But what does Skyrim, one of the biggest (in all senses of the word) games of the past decade have to do with a slab of meat hopping around platforms and Indie Gaming? Well, for the most part I have found myself drawn to games made by smaller developers lately, and it is generally for one core reason. Considering that I'm a writer, you can probably guess what that is: the story. And not just the story within the game's universe, sometimes the story of the game and its construction and your experience with it is one that can be equally compelling. I have been an avid fan of the <a href="http://www.humblebundle.com/">Humble Indie Bundle</a>, and have come across several gems that way. I've also found indie groups developing the kinds of games that I have traditionally liked and miss on major platforms. Turn-based RPGs, point and click adventures, space-trading sims. Good Role Playing Games in particular are something I have just not found in a long time. Skyrim is a lot of fun, no doubt, and with such an enormous world and so many quests there's always something new to see or do. Well, new for a given value of new. Sheogorath help me but if I have to kill another damn draugr I think I'm going to dragon shout.<br />
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And that's the problem - I enjoy gaming, but the common criticism of epic sandbox games like Skyrim and Fallout is that for all the quests to complete and enthralling locations to explore, there is a missing ingredient. That ingredient is usually referred to simply as 'heart'. When you have a thousand people working for years on getting the rocks to look like rocks, and you have a map that sprawls over a few dozen square miles, you can easily lose perspective and with it, the sense of intimacy and risk that's in a good story. There are hundreds of NPCs and countless quests (limitless, technically, thanks to the Radiant Quest system), but a plethora of "kill and plunder everything" quests is no match for one complex, moving story. I have lost many companions in Skyrim, usually because they are complete idiots who keep standing between my arrows and evil skeletons, but since they have about five lines of dialogue each I haven't really cared. Accidentally shooting Lydia right off a mountain was a bit of a surprise, but it wasn't anything like the gutting feeling of watching Aerith die at the hands of my sworn enemy who was also trying to destroy the planet. Slaying a world eating dragon probably would have felt a lot more worthwhile if there was anybody in the world I had spent a few dozen hours hanging out with and growing to know and love. For now, I'd rather be <a href="http://www.dancingdragongames.com/">Skyborn</a> than <a href="http://bethesdasoftworks.com/">Dragonborn</a>.<br />
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Gaming isn't everyone's goblet of blood, but it is to me the crossroads of media, transcending passive observation with active participation. It's more than a film, more than a novel, more than a choose your own adventure book. This idea is brought up in the movie <i>Indie Game</i>, and the developers followed and interviewed truly believe they are making art. Who am I to argue? What they create is more than a prepackaged experience, more than an on-rails shooter or a slick, yet somewhat hollow adventure. They are crafting the kinds of things that set their imagination on fire when they were children, and to be able to do that to a cynical, grumpy adult with a cane is quite remarkable. I don't think this is mere nostalgia, there really is a fundamental difference in the approach of games made by passionate gamers and games made by mega corporations. Not merely the stereotypical idea that soulless corporations don't understand anything ever, but I think a small team can really infuse some life and personality into a game that an enormous and expensive development process may not be able to.<br />
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There is something of a resurgence in the indie game market. Once upon a time, pretty much anybody with a little knowledge and a desktop computer (such as the famed BBC Micro) could code their own games. Companies like Codemasters started in a garage, best-sellers were written in bedrooms. Even galaxy-spanning epics like Elite were written by teams of one or two people working at home. That was when computing power was easily making its way to the hands of everyday people, a Gutenberg-Bible moment, before closed-source consoles and then the prohibitive expense of 3D graphics essentially closed off the gaming world to the layman. Then came another reformation, in the form of enormous home computing power and simple tools that mean pretty much anybody can create and, crucially, distribute their own games. The Internet, like the printing press before it, has knocked down many of the barriers between Us and Them, melding the customer with the creator.<br />
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So for all the fancy 3D graphics, the intricate dungeons and the spectacular lighting effects, I can't help but feel a bit dissatisfied in my vampiric power. Like Louis in Interview With The Vampire, I felt hollow, eating without tasting, playing without experiencing, watching the world change but never really feeling changed by it. It took a back to basics approach, delving into 16-bit style RPGs and quirky platformers to rekindle my love of gaming, and it was not merely the mechanics that warmed my cold, dead heart. Now here it is, your moment of zen:<br />
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<br />The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-8641138527625912312012-11-29T07:57:00.000-08:002012-11-30T06:47:19.513-08:00Now at TwitterAnd I always thought I was too verbose for Twitter, but you can follow me there @TheMikeWrites. 144 characters isn't a lot but how often do I blog anyway? That will be remedied soon, though, as I have been concentrating on writing (actual writing rather than wittering online) and should have some exciting things to share quite soon.<br />
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<br />The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-41368582183482167702012-10-19T21:03:00.002-07:002012-10-19T21:03:39.452-07:00Publish Or Perish?I worked on my first novel for a long, long time. I got the germ of the idea in the summer of 2001, which is a scary amount of time ago, and a core part of the story was radically altered by a seismic shift in history that autumn. The first draft didn't take me particularly long to get down on paper (or on a VDU - yes a big boxy CRT monitor was still in use in those dark times). It took maybe three months or so for that seed to sprout into a full plot, and then I set about tweaking it. And tweaking it. And tweaking it. As a wise man once said, no novel is ever finished, merely abandoned, but when you're not yet a fully established author with no publishing house breathing down your neck with their deadlines, there can be a tendency and temptation to just keep fiddling with your story, rather than try to get it in front of other people.<br />
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And here we are in the year 2012, with <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/233944">Underworld</a> finally available on Smashwords. My question is, did I do myself a disservice waiting so long between writing it and actually saying "ok, fine, here you are world, this is what I have done"? The novel could always use extra polish, what book couldn't? And the second book I have written and am shopping around at the moment is definitively better, but that's what happens when you write a book. You learn so much, then you realise after the second book you still have so much to learn.<br />
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So what do you think? Should you publish (or try to) fairly early, or let a story mature and carefully craft it over a period of months or even years?The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-65236960060176235112012-09-20T13:21:00.001-07:002012-09-21T19:29:02.588-07:00Interview with Danica WintersAfter The Red Queen was published at Books To Go Now, I became a BTGN author and like to hang out on their facebook page. That's where I met Dan O'Brien, who I interviewed a while back. Now I've been fortunate enough to land another interview with another BTGN author, best-selling romance writer Danica Winters.<br /> <br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<br /><br /> Danica Winters is an Amazon best-selling romance author based in Montana. She is known for writing award-winning books that grip readers with their ability to drive emotion through suspense and often a touch of magic. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, Montana Romance Writers, and Greater Seattle Romance Writers. She is a contributor to magazines, websites, and news organizations. She enjoys spending time with friends and family, the outdoors, and the bliss brought by the printed word. <br /><br /> 1. We might as well start with the question writers always seem to get – what makes you write? Why do it?<br /><br /><i> There are a thousand reasons I am driven to write, but what keeps me going is the love of creation. I love creating scenes and people that entertain, that keep readers up and night, and that make readers want more. There is no better feeling than having a reader say, “I loved your book. Your characters were amazing!”</i><br /><br /> 2. You’re clearly very active online, and a fellow Books To Go Now author. Do you treat your writing activities, such as marketing and keeping tabs on blogs and so on, like a job? Do you ever find it gets in the way of writing time?<br /><br /> <i>Great question! I think if you are serious about writing and want to make it a profession instead of a hobby, you must be serious about marketing and building your brand. So many doors will open for you both as an author and as a professional if you just ‘keep swimming.’ <br /><br />As far as writing time, yes it does cut into my time. However, this is a concession I’m willing to make. I love interacting with my readers as well as other authors. I don’t write only for myself. I like to talk about books, reader’s lives and the ever-changing ‘real’ world. </i><br /> 3. Do you think having digital platforms like Books To Go Now and Smashwords has made a huge difference to the industry? Do you think this is bad or good for writers like us?<br /><br /> <i>I have been publishing now (in several different genres) for a while. I have to admit I’m a huge proponent of digital publishing. I have published in paper, I have published in magazines, and just about everywhere else you can think of, but the downside with traditional paper is that once it is printed and out there it’s gone. You have a short window of opportunity to sell a million copies, and for first time authors the promotion that is necessary to do this is almost impossible. <br /><br />With digital publishing, your books never go out of print. They are always there on the shelf waiting for readers when they are looking for something to read. This gives authors a chance to build their reader bases and expand their reach. There are many success stories in which authors were turned down by large houses (they have specific needs at specific times, and often even if you write an amazing book, if it doesn’t fit they will not accept your work), only to go on and be digital best-sellers. </i><br /><br /> 4. Is there a part of writing you enjoy the most? For myself, it’s the first draft, since I can just pour things out onto the page and create a new world. It’s a bit like being a god, not that I’m a megalomaniac or anything. Not at all. Anyway, what part of the process do you find yourself most looking forward to and having fun doing?<br /><br /><i> LOL I think there are those authors out there that are slight megalomaniacs, but I’m not one of them. <br /><br />My favorite part of the process may surprise you, but it’s actually the act of closing my eyes and escaping into the world I’m creating. I like to get to know my characters, what makes them tick. <br /><br />My friends in real life know when I’m starting a new project. I draw into myself. Or else, I’m asking a million questions about what makes them act and think the way they do. It’s almost like being an anthropologist—seeking answers about culture, lifestyle, and language. <br /><br />The research aspects of writing absolutely fascinate me. This week, I’ve been working on research for my next book and had the opportunity to go horseback riding into high mountain lakes one day and then spend the next on a Police ride-along. The adventures I have the opportunity to partake in make this job (and all its pitfalls, rejections, and criticisms) worth it. </i><br /><br /> 5. What about the worst part of the process? For myself it’s the marketing, trying to get eyes on my pages and my books into people’s hands or digital devices, but some people really enjoy the chase. What part of being a writer could you do without? <br /><br /> <i>I find that the first draft is the hardest. I’m a bit of a perfectionist and knowing that I have made mistakes and areas that will need rewrites bothers me. I have to stop myself from going back until I have finished the first draft, but the entire time I’m thinking about those little bits that need to be changed. I have learned that if I write myself digital notes then I won’t stress about the little things. <br /><br />As for marketing, it is a tough thing to get used to. It would be great if I could simply disconnect from the world and focus on writing. Unfortunately, with the new age of technology and digital publishing authors must take an active role in marketing and promotion. Even the biggest authors out there (unless they’ve been doing it for decades upon decades) are visible—just look at J.K. Rowling. </i><br /><br /> 6. Just as the writing industry is going through a transition between traditional publishing and a plethora of electronic outlets, the genre of paranormal romance is hugely in fashion and currently very popular. Do you see this as a bubble and do you worry it will burst? Do you think writing in a significantly popular genre makes it easier or harder to break into the market?<br /><br /><i> Wow, put me on the spot. <br /><br />I think that there are waves in the publishing world. Paranormal is at the top of the wave right now, but just like everything that has been popular in the past, it will subside. The good news however, is that just like every other genre it will continue on in the background. There are those readers who will always love paranormal romance (and I’m one of them). <br /><br />I have to admit I get tired of the same old thing. I like living in a bit of a fantasy world, where magic is real, and the unexpected can happen. The only thing that limits you in paranormal romance is your own imagination.<br /><br />As for breaking into the market, I think it is possible to break into any genre as long as your writing is well done. Very few authors’ first books are amazing. In fact, very few authors’ second or third books are amazing either, but if they keep working on their crafts, attending classes, meeting other authors, and going to critique groups—then they can truly succeed. Like I said before, this is a business and to be great you must work hard and give it everything you have. </i><br /><br /> 7. Paranormal romance, and romance in general, are sometimes stigmatised, or at best seen as a guilty pleasure. Does this perception bother you? Do you think it is changing as the industry and people’s reading habits are so radically changed by technology?<br /><br /> <i>I would be lying if I said it doesn’t bother me. My work is about 0.5% what people expect of romance (i.e. physical intimacy). The other 99.5% is made up of all the other aspects of writing, publishing, marketing, promotion, and research. (I wrote a funny article on the subject. Please feel free to <a href="http://www.danicawinters.net/542/the-key-to-becoming-a-great-romance-author-is-having-a-sense-of-humor/">check it out</a>.<br /><br />When people cringe or berate me for my job, I force myself to smile because I know what the sales figures are. 90% of all book sales are in romance. That means 9 out of 10 readers out there love romance novels. Therefore, it is likely that the person sneering at me (or their wife) goes home at night, snuggles into their bed and flips open one of my books. </i><br /><br /> 8. Is there anything else you’d like to say, or an upcoming project you’d like to mention?<br /><br /><i> I have to share a little bit of fun news. This week, I signed the contract for my next novel, Secrets of the Labyrinth! <br /><br />Secrets of the Labyrinth is an edgy paranormal romance novel about a shape-shifting Veela, Ariadne Papadakis, who is ordered to stop the American archeologist, Beau Morris and his delinquent son, Kaden, from exposing the Sisterhood of Epione and the Labyrinth (of Minotaur fame). In the end, Ariadne is faced with a choice: face her over-bearing leader, Katarina, and fight for what she knows is right, or let herself continue to be overrun, pushed down, and criticized for the mistakes of her past. If Ariadne follows her heart and attempts to help Beau, she will no longer belong to the Sisterhood and her life (as well as Beau's and Kaden's) will be in danger. <br /><br />I would love it if you would check out my books. I have four currently available for download and my novel, Curse of the Wolf is available in paperback as well. <br /><br />I want to thank all those who took time to read this interview. It is greatly appreciated. Also, thank you to Michael for hosting. </i><br />-Danica Winters <br /><br /><br /> First, I'd like to congratulate Danica on signing her contract for Secrets of the Labyrinth. You can find more of her books at Danica's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Danica-Winters/e/B006GDN8GI/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1">Amazon Author Page</a>. Don't forget to check out Danica's <a href="http://paranormalromancefanforlife.blogspot.com/">Paranormal Romance Fans For Life</a> blog, and her <a href="http://www.danicawinters.net/">own site</a>. Danica's latest release, released September 10th (same day as UnderWorld was released, not that I'm making a cheap plug in the middle of somebody else's spotlight), is <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Vampires-Hope-ebook/dp/B0099917I2/ref=la_B006GDN8GI_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1348170747&sr=1-2">The Vampire's Hope</a>:<br /> <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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<![endif]-->The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-21925928357016950952012-09-19T18:00:00.001-07:002012-09-19T18:00:38.248-07:00All The World's A StageI've always been creating stories. Even before I could write, I made stories up in my head, or more often dramatised the lives of my Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles* action figures, or seen heroes rise and fall in the rankings of a company of pro-wrestling toys. My Star Wars Micro Machines smuggled spice and broke the record for the Kessel Run in the midst of a bedroom-engulfing civil war, and my Enterprise discovered strange, new worlds in the bathroom. That imagination never really went away, it was just honed and focused into what one might call more adult pursuits. Instead of going "pew pew" as tiny TIE fighters chase X-Wings across my duvet, I roll a dice as tiny TIE fighters chase X-Wings across a gaming board. The "pew pew" is silent.<br />
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In short, I'm a gamer and a geek, always looking for an outlet to play games, but through these games I am given the opportunity to do what has long been my passion - tell stories, create characters, and see what they get up to in their own world with their own rules. That is where writing is such a gift - it is the power to create your own world and its players, and trot them across the stage and manipulate them like a child playing with their dolls. To be able to build a reality and hopefully share it with someone else is a remarkable capability that humanity possesses, and one I feel tremendously lucky to be modestly skilled at (if I do say so myself).<br />
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Are you a writer? Is creating a story something you can't seem to help, something that you just love to do? Feel free to leave your story about creating stories. Until next time, here it is for your quiet reflection on how awesome the power to create stories is, your moment of zen:<br />
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*Yes, in the UK they were called Hero Turtles, not Ninja Turtles, because the word 'ninja' was considered too violent for British children. But that's ok, because on International Talk Like A Pirate Day, I'd just like to point out that ninjas suck, matey.The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-63903311041561881992012-09-12T12:46:00.000-07:002012-09-12T12:46:25.959-07:00Underworld: Available Now on SmashwordsThis took me a while to get up because the Smashwords site kept having odd glitches that prevented me uploading (or even accessing the site at all, for a time). Then they ran out of ISBNs, and I must admit I was starting to become concerned Smashwords was in trouble. I've seen a few sites and services start to go down that way - a few glitches here and there, maintenance not being done, running out of stock or space, then boom, like the promises to yourself that you're going to stick to a schedule and really read all your textbooks at school this year... it's gone.<br />
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Fortunately my concerns were likely just me being a paranoid cynic who thinks everything is going to die someday (it is, you know!) and it might as well be now. Now things seem to be ticking fine at Smashwords, and I'll not bother you with more rambling and instead bother you with an advertisement:<br />
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Available now, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/233944">UnderWorld</a> is a cross-generational fantasy novel set in a dystopian steam-punk universe where the oppressed population are kept underground after the surface was spoiled by war with magical weapons capable of destroying entire cities in an instant.<br />
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Here's the blurb. Think of it as today's moment of zen:<br />
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<span itemprop="description">It was war, and that made it all right. A
servant girl is caught at ground zero of the Great Calamity, sparking a
war that forces the inhabitants of a fractured world together
underground in dreary subsistence. But her survival comes with a gift,
and a curse, passed on to her bitter, cynical daughter who wants nothing
more than to break free of the UnderWorld, and she's bringing down the
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The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-87789735693268434492012-08-15T14:17:00.001-07:002012-08-15T14:17:41.220-07:00Another Day, Another Shooting.<a href="http://crooksandliars.com/karoli/shooting-family-research-council-injures-tw">This time</a> it was at the offices of the Family Research Council, noted by the Southern Poverty Law Center as a homophobic hate-group whose campaigns against equality for same-sex individuals and couples pretty much guarantee a full house at a game of <a href="https://farm4.staticflickr.com/3536/3184751461_8bfe6039b5_o.gif">bigot bingo</a>. Interestingly I have noticed that as the lefty dens of iniquity I frequent cover the story, they are at pains to point out that no matter what they might think of the FRC, shooting them is wrong. No shit!<br />
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Obviously much of this is to head-off accusations, from both the right-wing and the lazy, centrist media that can't think beyond binary because they are soulless robots, that the left must be pleased to see their enemies get mowed down or even had something to do with inciting it. And naturally, Fox News and co are drumming up the idea that this attack was inspired by the SPLC declaring the Family Research Council a hate-group, which apparently just opened the door for somebody to think "oh, that means they have to be killed".<br />
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Naturally Fox are being enormous hypocrites, since they decry any responsibility of themselves or the right-wing echo chamber for putting the idea in people's heads that doctors or Mexicans or brown people are so dangerous that they have to be stopped - even if they literally do call somebody a murderer repeatedly on television and wring their hands about the fact that nobody is saving innocent babies. But they have something of a point with the SPLC vs FRC issue.<br />
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Words have meanings. Words symbolise things. And when you call an obstetrician a murderer, you're saying they are killing innocent human beings repeatedly and getting away with it. You're putting the idea out there that a mass murderer is operating in the neighbourhood unchecked. If somebody takes you at your word, and they have the means and opportunity to stop the slaughter, what do you expect to happen? Similarly, when you call an organisation dedicated to imposing selected parts of their particular dogma on people whose lifestyle they disagree with "a hate-group", you are expressing the concept that this organisation hates homosexuals and wants to interfere in their lives and make them worse. Which is pretty damn accurate, as it happens. The religious right have got to stop hiding from the terms bigotry and hate, because they are bigoted against homosexuals and they do hate them. Their words say it and their actions say it. Maybe they should look in another big, thick book for a change - the dictionary.<br />
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The Southern Poverty Law Center's description of the Family Research Council is accurate, because trying to make people's lives worse because you believe they're sinners <i>is </i>hate. They have said this group hates gay people because this group hates gay people. They have not said this group is trying to kill gay people, which makes claims of their classification of the FRC as a hate-group being the inspiration for somebody walking in and shooting at people somewhat hollow. Even if the perpetrator were to cite the SPLC, their violent reaction to what the SPLC actually said is not supportable. It doesn't follow in any real sense. Again, words have meanings, and torturing something they didn't mean out of them is just as dishonest as trying to pretend they don't apply in situations that quite clearly warrant them.<br />
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Now before we go back to talking about writing (going well by the way, I have a honest-to-goodness novel in editing right now), here is your moment of zen:<br />
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<br />The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-91154542196321592522012-07-18T12:58:00.000-07:002012-07-18T12:58:26.544-07:00Kids Today, Eh?I like to think I have a fairly balanced view of my own intellect. It can't ever be objective and is highly unlikely to be accurate, but I like to think that acknowledging that makes me a bit smarter than a lot of people. Growing up I was regarded as "the smart one" in just about any group I found myself, but while I am no dunderhead, the idea that I was smarter than most of my peers never sat well with me. To my mind, they were not any dumber than I was, they just had a habit of not paying attention. Surely if I could understand a concept in physics or see an allusion in literature, there was no reason others in my class couldn't as well? They just might need a nudge, because they've spent the entire lecture trying to fashion a shiv under the desk. Unfortunately, to my mind, nobody tried to give them this nudge before test scores suggested there was such a gulf between the smart ones and the rest that most students might as well not bother.<br />
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Now that self-indulgent claptrap is out of the way, let's get on with a rant. My peers might not be much dumber than I am, but I worry that the average intellect is truly slipping. Before I start crying that the sky is falling, I'll just say this is obviously based purely on anecdotes and watching too much news, so is meaningless beyond showing one perception of the world through one lens. My lens is fixed on the fact that reading ability seems to have gone from ubiquitous in my teenage years to some kind of optional extra. Old people always complained that txting and the Internet would do this, and I poo-pooed this as nonsense. You can't be old enough to figure out how to boot a computer or use a phone and still be too stupid to know that we dnt tlk lk dis frrlz!xoxo.<br />
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Ugh, it makes me shudder just to look at it. But, apparently I was wrong. It might have something to do with the fact that I know a two year old who can use an iPhone. Perhaps Steve Jobs should have reflected on the fact that just because you <i>can </i>make a technology idiot-proof doesn't mean you <i>should</i>. Still, if you're taking shortcuts from the beginning of your life, it's only reasonable that you don't ever learn the proper way to write.<br />
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What really concerns me, though, is that this seems to have affected people's ability to read as well. I don't have any statistics to hand, though since everything everywhere is fucked, I imagine illiteracy rates are climbing. From my own experience, I have seen countless flame wars erupt on the Internet that start off with and continue to feed on the simple fact that somebody, somewhere, didn't read another person's post at all correctly. You've probably all seen something like that, right?<br />
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ObamaGurl1987: I'm glad Obama finally ended DADT, wish he'd done it sooner.</blockquote>
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Palinator53: I'm with you, Obama sux!</blockquote>
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ObamaGurl1987: That's not what I said, I just wish he'd been a bit quicker.</blockquote>
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DemoDogMA: Fuck you, ObamaGurl, you traitor! If you want to insult Obama, go suck on Mitt Romney's golden cock!</blockquote>
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ObamaGurl1987: I see where you could think it's a criticism, but really I'm praising him, I'm glad and I think he made the right decision. All I mean is I would have preferred it to be done earlier in his presidency, but we all know Romney never would have repealed it.</blockquote>
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Palinator53: How dare you call Romney homophobic! WTF is wrong wit u? STFU bitch, or I'll shoot you from my helicopter.</blockquote>
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ObamaGurl1987: WTF? I didn't say anything about Romney being homophobic, I just said he never would have repealed DADT. He said that himself!</blockquote>
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DemoDogMA: Typical progressive, never fuckin happy! Make up your mind, what do you want, bitch, Obama or Romney?</blockquote>
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ObamaGurl1987: I never said I wanted Romney, and it's not as if... wait, what the hell are we even talking about now?</blockquote>
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What indeed. Somebody misreads a comment, or takes it completely the wrong way, and it snowballs into an orgy of profanity, vulgarity and ignorance. I see it time and time again, and I really feel like I've been seeing it a lot more lately. It's like a lot of people online just lost the ability to put text together into a coherent whole, and only pick out keywords and phrases, then react based on those. It's horrifying to behold and incredibly frustrating to deal with. How does one get it into somebody's head that words mean what they mean and not what they've decided to interpret them as? Maybe old people were more right than they realised. Maybe we've turned a generation of minds into walking search engines. <br />
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Though, I suppose <a href="http://themikewrites.blogspot.com/2012/05/thats-what-im-talking-bout-willis.html">ignoring</a> the <a href="http://themikewrites.blogspot.com/2012/05/bigot-by-any-other-name.html">meanings</a> of words and derailing conversations isn't exactly <a href="http://themikewrites.blogspot.com/2012/07/once-more-with-bigotry.html">new</a>...<br />
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Rant over. Next time, some writing stuff. I might even have some news on that front! Until then, here it is, your moment of zen:<br />
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<br />Personal anecdote time - when I was a lad at a Catholic school, the brain trust in charge were so backward in their mentality that, despite it being the early 21st century, they still insisted that girls must wear skirts. A girl wearing trousers was an abomination, so you can imagine how a camp kid was treated and what nonsense we were taught about the grave threat of the gays.<br />
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Anyway, Cardinal Keith O'Brien, having already spent £50,000, has pledged another £100,000 in church funds to do something charitable and worthwhile for the comm--ok, no, he's actually going to spend it on a hateful advertising and lobbying campaign to try to <a href="http://freethinker.co.uk/2012/07/10/catholic-cardinal-applies-bully-boy-tactics-over-gay-marriage-in-scotland/">bully the Scottish government</a> into not allowing gay people to marry. He even threatened an "unprecedented backlash" from Catholics if the change to the law were to go ahead. One can't help but wonder how a threat of an unprecedented backlash from a certain other patriarchal authoritarian, homophobic religion with a historical disdain for democracy (and Jews) would go down, but somehow it's ok when a Cardinal says it.<br />
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Though, to be fair, Islam <a href="http://freethinker.co.uk/2012/07/13/anal-sex-is-your-passport-to-paradise-but-only-if-youre-a-suicide-bomber/">isn't quite</a> as homophobic as the Roman Catholic Church...<br />
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<span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">These
measures were not in the best interests of our society. The empirical
evidence is clear, same-sex relationships are demonstrably harmful to
the medical, emotional and spiritual wellbeing of those involved, no
compassionate society should ever enact legislation to facilitate or
promote such relationships, we have failed those who struggle with
same-sex attraction.</span></blockquote>
The Cardinal is just determined to prevent homosexuals living their lives, to the point that he'd use church resources not for any kind of social good in a time of stark austerity and significant public need, but to fight tooth and nail to prevent them marrying, based on completely made up 'empirical evidence' that trots out the same old tropes that being gay is somehow bad for you, ignoring that the only way it's bad for you is that homophobic bigots might make your life unbearable. But remember, he's not a bigot!<br />
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Now here it is, your not remotely safe for work moment of zen:<br />
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<br />The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-74837150030226907902012-06-23T14:31:00.000-07:002012-06-23T15:57:12.780-07:00Interview with Dan O'Brien<div>
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After my novella <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Red-Queen-ebook/dp/B0088D28X8/ref=sr_1_7?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1340484754&sr=1-7&keywords=the+red+queen">The Red Queen</a> was published on <a href="http://www.bookstogonow.com/">BooksToGoNow</a>, I came across another author on the BooksToGoNow Facebook <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/118511858199530/">page</a>, a hub for the publisher's staff, writers and their fans. <a href="http://thedanobrienproject.blogspot.com/">Dan O'Brien</a> is a psychology grad student, radio show host, magazine editor and author from California (he has a lot of proverbial hats), who like myself writes on a wide and eclectic variety of subjects. Unlike myself, he trains extensively in martial arts, but I do have a cane so I think it could be a close contest.</div>
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your ideas?'. Do you find that stories or concepts come to you, or are
you the kind of writer who goes seeking them out? Have you got any
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It really depends on the story. Sometimes I will have a vivid
dream, or nightmare, that becomes the foundation of a story. One of my
novels, <a href="http://thedanobrienproject.blogspot.com/2012/06/path-of-fallen-update.html"><i>The Path of the Fallen</i></a>, which is launching next month,
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3) Self-publishing and e-books have had a significant impact on the
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books and traditional publishing houses, and do you have a preference as
both a writer and a consumer of books and stories? Do you think the
ease of access provided by self-publishers like <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/MJMcDonald">Smashwords</a> and digital
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Self-publishing is truly a double-edged sword. It
puts an author's destiny in their own hands, but only if you are
prepared for the challenge. What we have been seeing is a great divide
between indie authors and traditionally published authors, as well as
other aspects of publishing picking sides and denigrating one side or
the other. In the end, books that engage readers and are marketed far
and wide will be those that get read. I think the landscape will
continue to balloon making it more difficult to break apart
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Speaking of self-publishing, Dan has a new novel in the pipeline that he hopes to support as an unconventional <a href="http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/630515511/one-novel-one-project-one-dream">Kickstarter Project</a>. Often used to pre-fund software or technology innovations, Kickstarter is an interesting twist on avenues modern writers are using to support themselves and their work. Rather than being at the mercy of publishing monoliths, their art has ironically come full circle back to the days of patronage, only this time the patronage is democratised across the world, not merely in the hands of a handful of wealthy merchants and aristocrats. The rewards for supporting such a project, aside from the warm glow of helping an author get his material out there, range from a special thanks in the book to signed copies and even a character named after you. It's a powerful tool for enthusing your fans and helping them feel a deeper connection to your project, and helping you pay the bills at the same time.<br />
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I'll be looking at Kickstarter Projects more later, but for now thanks to Dan and see if you can help him get his project further along the road to completion.<br />
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Track 1<br />Have You Ever Seen the Rain?<br /><br />There was a cabin deep in the woods. Inside that cabin sat a young man at a table. He was the very description of an average man: brown hair, brown eyes. He smoked a cigarette like it was the greatest thing ever, as if he were enjoying a fine wine or admiring a fine painting. <br /><br />He is William, or Wills; perhaps even Captain as he had people call him on occasion. Will coughed hard, the sputtering, wet variety that usually signals a not-so-good-for-the-well-being chain of events recently transpired. <br /><br />Moving in closer, it is easy to see that the scene is not hopeful. It is the other kind: the kind that starts and ends with obscene action. Leaning forward, he looked deep into the fire. <br /><br />Light crossed his face, revealing heavy lines of sleeplessness that are dwarfed by the caked blood and dirt that hide his youthful features. A dark stain has begun to spread across his gray shirt. But young William’s story begins earlier in the town of River’s Bend.<br /><br />Track 2<br />Riders on the Storm<br /><br />The town of River’s Bend was silent. The streets were empty, but a dull rumbling in the distance electrified the air. Tall, ugly buildings – built and never repaired years ago – waited patiently as the sun passed overhead, straining through cloud cover. <br /><br />The rumbling intensified. <br /><br />It was the sound of an engine. <br /><br />A brown-top Chevy Nova screamed into motion. Tires squealing, it wheeled around a building and smashed through the front of an adjacent, abandoned shop. Bodies flooded behind the car in a mass of ragged, wild arms and snarling, mangled faces: zombies. <br /><br />“Run, you fucking deadheads. Z-Day, baby,” spoke a man who looked as though he were an unkempt replica of a giant.<br /><br />“Just drive the fucking car,” spoke the smaller man.<br /><br />“But today is Z-Day…”<br /><br />“Every day is Z-Day,” scolded the smaller man with a grim smile. <br /><br />Long lines of paint tagged the side of the beaten car. Upon further inspection, it was most definitely blood. Streamers waved atop the vehicle. <br /><br />Correction: those are human arms. <br /><br />In any case, they used to be human arms. Stiff and fading flesh revealed them as the arms of the zombie army, deceased. The car swerved – as if on cue – and took out a long line of running zombies. They were smashed underneath heavy, angry-looking tires. <br /><br />Looking in through a dusty window, two men sat in lawn chairs admiring the scene below. Kenny was large and wide-shouldered with a lopsided grin and heavy blue eyes; a buzz cut framed his massive head. <br /><br />Beside him was Dan; the brown hair at his shoulders was pulled back. Wearing a light beard splotched gray in places, his icy eyes watched the scene without emotion. <br /><br />“I love it when they run in front. Crunching them underneath is the best part.”<br /><br />Dan watched with little interest. The automatic rifle in his hands was held with the precision of a man waiting for monsters to leap out from the darkness. This – to some extent – was simply an effective posture. <br /><br />“Bring them down 8th, past the parking structure. That should give me enough time.”<br /><br />“Enough time?”<br /><br />“To grab some supplies. The gun store and then past the lush palace...”<br /><br />Kenny snickered. “What are you, a child? Just drag those dead fucks around the bend, and then we are out of here,” continued Dan with irritation.<br /><br />A chainsaw lay next to Kenny. Just to the other side of it was a heavy shotgun that had a belt of shells perched on top of it. <br /><br />Dan carried two handguns at his waist, a long, black sheath along his back, and a variety of knives tucked neatly into sheaths. Hanging the assault rifle around his neck, he grabbed a riot shotgun and its bandolier of shells. <br /><br />“You want me to keep watch?”<br /><br />“Is that a rhetorical question?”<br /><br />Kenny snickered again. <br /><br />“Un-fucking-believable. We are up to our balls in deadheads running around here like they own the place, and you are still cracking up like an idiot kid,” admonished Dan.<br /><br />Kenny looked slightly forlorn as he concentrated on the street below, moving the remote in his hand with a deft movement. “Sorry, boss.”<br /><br />“Knock that boss shit off. Just do what I said and meet me in front of Crazy Mike’s.”<br /><br />“Yeah.”<br /><br />“Repeat what I said.”<br /><br />“What?”<br /><br />“You heard me, numbnuts, repeat what I said.” <br /><br />“Watch. Kill. Meet at Mike’s,” replied Kenny with a smile.<br /><br />The door to the roof closed as Dan departed. Kenny continued to look down at the street below, a wicked smile on his face. <br /><br />Dan emerged from the front of the building and put on a pair of reflective sunglasses. Holding the assault shotgun in a ready position, he walked down the street carefully. <br /><br />The streets were empty, but an eerie type of desolation that marks the end of the world hung in the air. He rounded the side of the street, carefully leveling the shotgun to knock down whatever would come his way. <br /><br />Ignoring the sidewalks, he walked in the road. A single zombie ran out. Arms flailing, flesh and blood drooled from its open maw.<br /><br />A shotgun blast caught it across the face, ripping its feet from the ground and sending it spinning backwards. The sound echoed in the empty town off the brilliant spray-painted murals littered across many buildings. <br /><br />Dan bent down to inspect the zombie. <br /><br />There was no face.<br /><br />Open, dead flesh oozed a thousand putrid colors. Standing with a grimace, he surveyed the rest of the street: nothing. <br /><br />Moving forward, he walked briskly to a building with an amber-colored window. He pushed open a dull silver door at the front of the store. A chime echoed in the store, accented by a throaty groan. <br /><br />A zombie stood behind the counter. <br /><br />Dan approached it. <br /><br />Letting the shotgun fall beside his leg, he took off his glasses. The zombie had its mouth wired shut, and dark, trucker sunglasses covered its eyes. The mesh hat on his head was a bit odd, nearly falling off the slowly decaying scalp of the zombie.<br /><br />“Hey, Bob.”<br /><br />Bob the Liquor Store Zombie groaned hungrily. <br /><br />“Any suggestions? The boys can be quite specific sometimes.”<br /><br />Bob the Liquor Store Zombie lunged forward slightly, but heavy silver bolts held its hands firmly to the counter. <br /><br />“We talked about this aggression, Bob. Once upon a time I might have been able to help you, but therapy is long behind me.”<br /><br />Bob groaned again, though this time because Dan leaned on the counter. His heavily-covered arms hid tattoos and a lifetime of scars. <br /><br />“The whiskey still next to the cooler?”<br /><br />Bob groaned.<br /><br />This one seemed more sedate, almost as if it were giving up.<br /><br />“Right, in the back.”<br /><br />With a smile he smacked the table and moved deeper into the darkened store; light from outside flashed in uneven beams of sunlight. Turning around halfway down an aisle, Dan waved his shotgun. “Now don’t be going anywhere, Bob. I have eyes everywhere.”<br /><br />Dan rolled his shoulders as if shivering and flicked his hands like spirit fingers. Moving along the rows and rows of liquor, he passed massive gaps here and there where the effects of five years of consumption had taken its toll. The back wall once held frozen beverages, but now only empty rows of racks that had long since been plundered or destroyed. <br /><br />“Now what was it that he had wanted? JD I believe...”<br /><br />Reaching forward, Dan grabbed four handles of Jack Daniel’s. As he turned, it was the groan – not the sight of Bob – that startled him. Swinging the whiskey hard, the amber liquid smashed against the side of Bob’s head, stunning it for a moment. That moment was sufficient for the shotgun to find its way in the center of Bob’s face, and then it was Bob’s face no longer. <br /><br />Looking down at what had once been Bob the Liquor Store Zombie, Dan grimaced. “Now that is a damn foolish thing to do there, Bob. We had a nice thing going...”<br /><br />He stood over the zombie, his chest heaving – slowly at first and then building. The warm whiskey covered the floor, saturating both Dan’s heavy boots and Bob’s twice dead body. “We had a good thing going...”<br /><br />Dan bounced the shotgun against his leg steadily, his eyes steeling. “You motherfuckers. You motherfuckers...”<br /><br />His voice was barely a whisper. <br /><br />Leveling the shotgun at Bob, he shot again. The blast lifted the body from the ground, igniting some of the whiskey in a soft flame. He did it again – this time in the chest – nearly ripping Bob in two. He stood and watched Bob come slowly apart. It was the crackle of the radio that drew away his maniacal stare. <br /><br />“Boss?” It was Kenny. Dan continued to stare at Bob the Liquor Store Zombie. “You alright there, boss?” <br /><br />Licking his lips, Dan’s voice croaked. <br /><br />“I thought I told you to knock that boss shit off.”<br /><br />“I heard shots...”<br /><br />“It’s nothing. I will tell you at Mike's. Get off the fucking radio.”<br /><br />The crackle disappeared. <br /><br />Stepping over Bob, Dan reloaded carefully – leaving behind the mess. He moved past the counter and saw the dark streaks and silver bolts that had held Bob moments before. Dan ignored the problem and pushed open the door. <br /><br />He felt the sunshine on his skin again. The sun was high in the sky, but there was nothing happy about the day. “Fucking deadheads. Never do what they are supposed to. Gotta tell them a thousand times...”<br /><br />Walking down the street, he held the shotgun tightly in his grip. A big heavy sign announced a bright purple building as Crazy Mike’s. It should come as no great surprise that a redneck town like River’s Bend would have a mammoth gun depot the size of most department stores. The “open” sign was smeared with a bloody hand. The glass door was caked with brains and various zombie remains that had found its way onto the storefront over the years. <br /><br />As Dan walked to the door, he saw his reflection in the glass. “Old man,” he whispered. His long hair was scraggly, and the gray in his beard seemed to grow each day. <br /><br />The world had not been kind. <br /><br />Hitting his chest with a fist, he shook his head. <br /><br />“Can’t beat time. Can’t beat time...”<br /><br />Walking through the open door of the ammo store, he turned towards the counter. As one might expect, there was another zombie. This one had on a bright orange hunting vest with a red flannel beneath it. Big, black-rimmed glasses hung from its sagging, dying face. <br /><br />And again, the jaw was wired shut.<br /><br />“Bob, how’s business, you old ball-buster?” exclaimed Dan with enthusiasm. <br /><br />It looked as though Bob the Gun Store Zombie once had gray hair, as there were remnants on its diseased scalp. <br /><br />“Anything new?” <br /><br />With a big smile, he laughed. <br /><br />“Just kidding, you old bastard. Just here for the essentials, ya know.” He turned as if to move and then stopped, looking back at Bob. “Have you talked to Bob lately?”<br /><br />Waving a hand in dismissal, Dan continued. “Of course not. How silly of me. Well, I have some bad news.” <br /><br />Dan paused for the drama of it all. <br /><br />“Bob is dead.”<br /><br />Dan liked to think that Bob the Liquor Store Zombie and Bob the Gun Store Zombie were brothers. Not blood brothers, but by marriage. “I realize that you guys had not been speaking...”<br /><br />Dan looked at Bob with genuine sorrow. “I remember, you don’t want to talk about that. I will be on my way, just wanted to give you the bad news.”<br /><br />Moving farther into the store – past an overturned, stuffed black bear – Dan opened his backpack and began to deposit various boxes of shells. <br /><br />A screech erupted from outside the depot. <br /><br />It was the sound of brakes and tires. <br /><br />Returning to the front of the store, Dan paused in front of Bob. They stared at each for a moment until the horn blared again, jarring Dan’s attention. Stepping out into the open air, he looked at the heavy steel of a Ford Bronco. Apocalypse Please was scrawled in heavy red letters across the side. A wood chipper was placed in the back, and a heavy steel snow plow was attached to the front. There were two severed heads where the headlights should be. Their wide open mouths and empty eye sockets expelled heavy, blue floodlights. <br /><br />“You get what we need?” called Kenny. <br /><br />Dan threw the backpack into the Bronco and grabbed the edge of the door, opening it without a word. <br /><br />Kenny sat back into the seat and gripped the wheel. “What’s up, boss?”<br /><br />“Had to kill Bob.”<br /><br />“Bob the Liquor Bob, or Bob the Gun Store Bob?”<br /><br />“Liquor Store.”<br /><br />Kenny turned over the Bronco, and the diesel engine roared to life. The interior was littered with various wrappers and empty shells. The Bronco was definitely Kenny’s area. <br /><br />“That’s a bummer. You get the JD?”<br /><br />“No.”<br /><br />“What the fuck? No JD. That’s...”<br /><br />“Bring it down a notch there, Jolly Green. We still have some at the house.”<br /><br />“We can go right back,” protested Kenny, pointing back toward the liquor store.<br /><br />“No, go home. Fuck this town for today.”<br /><br />“But...”<br /><br />“Seriously, we have enough to last until tomorrow morning. For fuck’s sake man, just drive the fucking Bronco.”<br /><br />“Whatever, dude. Let’s blow this bullshit.”<br /><br />The Bronco launched into motion, burning tires and then rocketing forward. It barreled through the open streets. “We have to figure out something else to bolt down those deadheads with. They can pull out of the bolts we have been using.”<br /><br />“Why even bother?” offered Kenny.<br /><br />“I don’t particularly want to suck zombie dick, so we are going to continue to bolt them to the counter.”<br /><br />The Bronco bounced along, the heavy tread of the tires almost making them seem to bounce. “Wait, check it out, check it out.”<br /><br />A single zombie walked into their vision. Once she might have been an attractive woman, but now she was little more than a scabby cadaver. “Check it, Frogger with zombies, man.”<br /><br />“We don’t have time for this.”<br /><br />“Come on…”<br /><br />“Fine, make it quick.”<br /><br />Kenny smiled boyishly and slammed on the accelerator. The Bronco exploded forward, nearly lifting off the ground. Racing down the street, he turned the Bronco sideways, careening into the zombie and crushing it underneath the Bronco’s thick wheels. <br /><br />“Is that fun, or is that fun?”<br /><br />“Home. Now.”<br /><br />“You had fun, I can smell it.” Pulling forward slightly, Kenny leaned out the window and looked back at the blood stain across the asphalt. “Can’t hardly tell what the fuck that is, much less that it was some middle-aged zombie bitch.”<br /><br />The Bronco pulled forward again, roaring and then subsiding as they drove into the distance. As the sun drifted down slightly, the calmness of the town felt ominous, foreboding.<br /></blockquote>
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Until then, your moment of zen is this extract from Dan O'Brien's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/End-World-Playlist-ebook/dp/B0072KE9EO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1327719009&sr=8-1">End of the World Playlist</a>:<br />
You can find more from Dan O'Brien at the <a href="http://thedanobrienproject.blogspot.com/p/samples-links-and-things.html">Dan O'Brien Project</a>.The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818826018412703108.post-75059766577108892312012-06-09T15:01:00.001-07:002012-06-09T15:02:17.041-07:00The Red Queen - Books To Go NowA little while ago I mentioned I had landed a contract for publishing a story, but I could not go into serious detail. Now my novella <i><a href="http://www.bookstogonow.com/theredqueen.html">The Red Queen</a> </i>is available for Kindle and other e-readers courtesy of <a href="http://www.bookstogonow.com/">Books To Go Now</a>. The indulged princess Amelia finds responsibility for her kingdom thrust upon her when her ambitious brother ascends to the throne and proves himself a dangerous tyrant. She struggles with the realisation that she can no longer hide in her bedroom with a revolving door of companions. Will she be able to find a political solution that allows her to return to her life of sweet wines, sex and rising at sunset; or, as her confessor Cardinal Garnet suggests, will she have to take the reins of her kingdom force?The Mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15907160357863034371noreply@blogger.com0