05 September 2012

DeConstructing the Sekuatean Empire, Part 2


THE DREAM LAND - continuing report
(...a genre-mashing epic of interdimensional intrigue and police procedural, a psychological thriller marbled with twisted humor, steampunk pathos, and time/space conundrums.)


Like most stories, the beginning has been lost in the womb of time, yet I shall attempt to bring to the discussion a reasonably brief summary of the most important facts.

Once upon a time there was a planet. And this planet sat in the middle of a solar system ruled by two suns, a large yellow one and a small blue one. And on that planet were continents and oceans and some people to change all of that. A civilization developed. None can recall how that happened or exactly when it could be recognized as happening. Yet soon there came to be nation-states and one of them was called Sekuate.

In those days the primary land mass known as Zissekap was evenly divided between the Danid people in the north and the Rouê people of the south. Often there were clashes between them and the boundary shifted with the wind. Considering what came to pass in later years, this was considered a golden age and many heroes and legends were fired in the furnaces of storytellers.

At some point amidst the high civilization of Zissekap, with its kingdoms and tribal groups, an invasion occurred. Arriving by sea, the new Ghoupalle people were believed by Danid and Rouê to be descended from the gods. Accommodation was made for the invaders. Over the generations, the Danid were pushed into the mountains and the Rouê were pushed into the desert. A new civilization was built atop and among that of the original inhabitants.

Fantasy stories often have such dichotomies, rivalries between ethnic groups, and references to gods, heroes, and legends. However, when Earth nerds Sebastian Talbot and Gina Parton found themselves in this new world, they were quick to recognize that they were not amidst some cute, fluffy-bunny, or Hobbit-like playground of fantastic scenarios. Rather, they were terrified of being found out as Earthlings.

They need not have worried, as it turned out, because they closely resembled the majority of the population, the Ghoupalle “race” which controlled most of Zissekap. The political entity known as Sekuate was where they found their home and where most of their lives* were conducted. In the Ghoupalle year of 1440**, Sekuate was divided between a northern state and a southern state. Two small nations separated these portions, its capital and largest cities being in the northern one. This division was a source of conflict generations old. It was eventually resolved when the ruling family of Tomodon-Sarrêban was overthrown by a group of five revolutionaries, called the Gangus Council, their legions of followers, and the army, commanded by a sympathizer, General Bandar-Traf who supported them.



Sebastian caught the worst of the revolution, civil war, and annexation wars that ensued, stuck commanding a cavalry regiment, while Gina found herself the unlucky hostage of a Zetin warlord, just to save her adopted people from defeat. By that point in Ghoupalle history (1529-1533), Sebastian was married to Zaura-Matousz, a Ghoupalle woman and was working as a cavalry captain and professor of military science. Gina was married to the conceited prime minster of Tebbicousimankalê, a large nation in northern Megank, the continent to the north and east of Zissekap and the sworn enemy of the Sekuatean Empire. 

Sebastian and Gina each struggled to free themselves from their fate while trying to help end the wars. "History sucks while you’re in it," Sebastian reportedly said at the siege of the industrial metropolis of Siaa in northern Tebbicousimankalê (Pouor-12:1533).

But I digress….

To fully deconstruct the Sekuatean Empire, we will need to understand much more of its history and customs. We may also need to understand who these Ghoupalle people are and how the Danid, Rouê, and even Zetin people plot to wipe them out of existence. To escape that future war of extermination, certain science-minded individuals may yet identify a cosmic phenomena whereby the world of Ghoupallesz could connect to the world of Earth….


*"Lives" would be the correct term because while they continued to age at their baseline Earth rate, the years of Ghoupalle civilization passed like months. It became necessary to remove themselves from one “time zone” and begin again in a new one.

**"Ghoupalle years" measure the years after the invasion of Zissekap.


COMING FALL 2012 

[2 cents to you if you caught the typo.]

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23 August 2012

DeConstructing the Sekuatean Empire, Part 1

For years now I have been promising to explain the Deconstruction of the Sekuatean Empire. Some people, of course, have weathered the threat; others, languish forever in anticipation. That seems needlessly cruel.  There just seldom seems a good time for it. However, I wonder if today might be the day.... Hmm, let's see....

All right, let's go for it!

Once upon a time--well, back in July 1975, at least--a doorway was discovered at an abandoned quarry deep in the woods on the east side of the Kansas City, Missouri area. That much we know--unless you believe conspiracy theorists who declare that information is being hidden from the general public. On that evening, according to official reports, two young people (identified in court documents as Sebastian E. Talbot and Gina A. Parton, ages 18 and 20 respectively, recent graduates of a local high school) were conducting an experiment in ultra-high-frequency sonic detonation of quantum reflectors (no doubt for their personal amusement) and through their efforts became aware of the phenomena: a fluctuation of the molecules in the air at the center of the quarry's open arena.

It is not clear who went first but both moved through what they later described as an "opening" or "slit" in the air, leading them to a place that was not anywhere on Earth. A crude journal was kept of their adventures in that otherworldly location. From descriptions contained therein, we now know that the other world was quite an ordinary planet existing in another solar system within our own Milky Way galaxy. It was an inhabited planet, and possessed an intricate civilization. Mr. Talbot has called it "seductive" and "addicting." After 127 days there, Mr. Talbot was able to return through what he called the "tear in the universe" while his partner, Ms. Parton, chose to remain. Aside from issues of romantic fidelity which provided lingering consequences, Mr. Talbot found himself eventually returning for his own separate adventures--during which he occasionally crossed paths with his ex-girlfriend, Ms. Parton.

It soon became apparent to Mr. Talbot that traveling interdimensionally could have detrimental effects on his mind and body. One confusing aspect of the effort was that while he might spend months or even years in that other dimension, on that other world, upon his return to Earth he would discover that only days or weeks had passed. Hence, he suffered mental lapses of time and place. On the other world he would seem to not age. He described how Ms. Parton was able to experience extended lifespan, as well. As Mr. Talbot attempted to complete his college education at a university in Missouri, his weekend trips to the other world caused severe interruption in normal development and, many say, initiated a downward spiral into madness.

Many have questioned whether or not the phenomena Mr. Talbot experienced was a true cosmic anomaly or the paranoid-schizophrenic ramblings of a psychotic killer. Killer? Some people wonder if his accounts were true or if they were cover-ups for murder. First Ms. Parton goes missing, then his friend Jason. Later, in the mid-1980s, other people disappeared. His explanation? They chose to stay there on that world, in that dimension. Law enforcement authorities have yet to find a single body. With one exception: co-worker Kenneth J. Davenport's body was found on the sidewalk outside Mr. Talbot's apartment, the stomach apparently ruptured by what one forensic scientist described as a "laser" blast.


Mr. Talbot immediately dropped out of sight and authorities continue to maintain surveillance on locations he is known to frequent. A few people, seemingly with inside knowledge, believe he has returned through that "tangent" doorway and even now hides there. They believe he has made his residence in the city of Selauê in the political unit known as the Sekuatean Empire--formerly the nation of Sekuate, divided between a northern and southern portion, united after revolution and civil war, expanded through military action to form a large empirical entity bent on world domination. He remains vigilant there, watching his back, waiting for an opportunity to bring down the empire.

We can only hope Mr. Talbot (using the name Set-d'Elous) will succeed, lest the forces of the Sekuatean Empire march through the doorway and conquer Missouri, then all of America!


NEXT: DeConstruction of the Sekuatean Empire, Part 2 - A little background history of Sekuate.


THE DREAM LAND, Book I: Long Distance Voyager launches in Fall 2012.


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18 August 2012

Bigger is not always better!


FYI* THE DREAM LAND will appear first as an ebook, so a short clever blurb for the back cover won't be necessary right away. Because...guess what? There is no back cover for ebooks. 

Previously I offered a pair of query-length blurbs which sought to provide more of an overview of the story for the benefit of an agent, editor, or publisher (please contact me, you know you want to!). They (the blurbs; not the agents, editors, or publishers) were much too long to be used for a back cover. The back cover blurb is intended only to pique interest in reading inside--possibly with a hint there may be a $20 note hidden between a couple of the pages. So in this case, less is more and bigger is not better.

And so, with your kind indulgence, allow me to offer these quick and dirty versions:


Tangent #1

How far would you go to save the love of your life? Through a portal to another world?

Sebastian, the quiet tax examiner at the corner desk in the IRS service center, carries a dark secret: once upon a time he and his high school sweetheart Gina found a rip in the universe and stepped through to a strange world of magical beauty.

The world of Ghoupallesz bursts with cosmopolitan elegance, alien perversions, and political strife--and Gina is drawn to the adventures that await. When Sebastian insists they need to return to Earth, Gina refuses and he goes back alone, vowing never to return. 

Then the headaches revisit him and he knows she is in trouble again, calling him from across the cosmos. He must, as always, save her. Maybe this time, he hopes, she will stay with him.

But are his adventures to the other side real? Or are they just the dreams of a psychotic killer? That’s what the police want to know when people go missing!


Tangent #2

How far would you go to save the love of your life? Through a portal to another world?

As high school sweethearts, Sebastian and Gina discover a portal to a new world. Adventure-loving Gina falls in love with the world of Ghoupallesz and wants to stay, but studious Sebastian fears losing touch with Earth and so he returns alone. But late one night, Sebastian feels the cosmic pull once more. Gina is in trouble again. Of course he must return and save her! Perhaps this time, he hopes, they can remain together.

Returning through the interdimensional portal, Sebastian must first gather his old comrades from the wars, cross the towering Zet mountains, and free Gina from the evil Zetin warlord’s castle. Unfortunately, Sebastian finds there are more questions needing answers. Is his adventure on the other side real? Or is it just the dream of a psychotic killer? That’s what the police want to know when his co-workers turn up dead.


And a few so-called nutshell book descriptions:

Tangent 2-A

THE DREAM LAND is an epic of interdimensional intrigue and world domination by a pair of well-meaning hedonists, marbled through with twisted humor and steampunk pathos, a patina of psychological thriller, and the quirky conundrums of time and space.

Tangent 2-B

THE DREAM LAND is a psychological thriller masquerading as a science-fiction epic of interdimensional intrigue, featuring two nerdy adventurers and marbled with twisted humor, steampunk pathos, and the quirky conundrums of time and space.

Tangent 2-C

THE DREAM LAND is like Stieg Larson meets Roger Zelazny and they discuss Dostoevsky over milk and cookies: a crime thriller crossed with dimension-crashing adventure, mixed with twisted morality plays that cut through the heart of the human condition, with a joke on top.


So.... Thoughts? Complaints? Questions? Lunch money? Spare keys? Chocolate?


*Some people think FYI means "For Your Information"; others, however, swear it means "Friday's Youthful Intoxication"--rather common on college campuses. I have also heard FYI means "Free Yemeni Internet" which has been the cause of much strive and most likely the reason sales of my desert adventure AFTER ILIUM have been so low there.

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04 August 2012

To Blurb or Not to Blurb...Which is Better?

My attempt at a suitable cover.
The actual cover will likely be done by a real artist.
Oh, dear! It's almost that time. I've been hesitant for the longest time but it seems the planets are about to align. Hell is also growing much colder, so ice is possible. Therefore, the launch of my sci-fi trilogy, THE DREAM LAND, Book I: Long Distance Voyager, appears imminent--that is to say, slightly more real than a mirage on the twisted lip of some monstrous sand dune!

I need some help picking an appropriate blurb. Something to get people to put down everything else in their lives and read this sci-fi adventure tale cover to cover over the course of, say, a week. But NOT give away any spoilers, of course. Enough but not too much. Get the idea? I knew you would understand.

Let me present for your head-scratching pleasure, these two candidates:


#1

(This was used in Amazon.com's Breakthrough Novel Award competition and it got me through the first round.)

Sebastian, that quiet tax examiner at the corner desk in the IRS service center, carries a dark secret: once upon a time he and his high school sweetheart Gina found a rip in the universe and stepped through it to a strange world of magical beauty.  
 
Far from being a Disney-esque playground, the world of Ghoupallesz bursts with cosmopolitan elegance, alien perversions, and political strife. Gina, the adventurous one, falls in love with the adventurous possibilities. Not Sebastian; always practical, he insists they return to Earth. Gina refuses so he goes back alone, vowing never to return. Yet he finds himself drawn back repeatedly--he calls it “research”--and often crosses paths with Gina. Sometimes he saves her, sometimes she saves him, forever soul mates. 
 
Now years later, life on Earth hasn’t gone well for Sebastian. Then the headaches revisit him, with flashes of memories from Ghoupallesz. Gina is in trouble again, he senses, and he must, as always, save her. Meanwhile, a pair of too-curious IRS co-workers have accidently overdosed on the Elixir of Love he brought back on his last trip and the antidote exists only on Ghoupallesz. With these co-workers in tow, Sebastian returns through the interdimensional portal, fearing it may be his final adventure. He must gather his old comrades from the war, cross the towering Zet mountains, and free Gina from the Zetin warlord’s castle before her execution. Perhaps then she will stay with him.  
 
But are his adventures to the other side real? Or are they just the dreams of a psychotic killer? That’s what the police want to know when Sebastian returns without his co-workers.  
 
THE DREAM LAND is a genre-mashing epic of interdimensional intrigue and police procedural, a psychological thriller marbled with twisted humor, steampunk pathos, and time/space conundrums.


or............

#2


How far would you go to save the love of your life? Through a portal to another world?

High school sweethearts Sebastian and Gina discover a portal and step through to a world of magical beauty. Gina falls in love with it and stays while Sebastian fears losing touch with Earth and returns. Even so, he is repeatedly drawn back for nefarious adventures, like an addiction, often to save Gina from sordid relationships. Their relationship as soul mates evolves over the hundreds of years spent playing on their adopted home of Ghoupallesz.

From the I.R.S. service center’s night shift, Sebastian feels the pull of Gina in trouble once more. It’s been a while, so he is hesitant to step through that portal, his head still filled with the traumas of previous journeys: his relationship with a Ghoupalle woman andhis role in a military invasion force as regimental commander. So this time, he enlists two co-workers, themselves needing a place to escape thanks to drinking the Ghoupalle “elixir of love” he accidentally left out.

Sebastian must save Gina—again. Perhaps this time, he hopes, they can remain together, finally be a family. Returning through the portal, he must first gather his old comrades from the war, cross the Zet mountains, and free Gina from the Zetin warlord’s castle. Unfortunately, Sebastian finds more questions to be answered. Is his adventure to the other side real, or is it just the dream of a psychotic killer? That’s what the police want to know when he returns without his co-workers.

THE DREAM LAND is an epic of interdimensional intrigue and world domination by a pair of well-meaning hedonists, marbled through with twisted humor andsteampunk pathos, a patina of psychological thriller,and the quirky conundrums of time and space.


Now it's time for you to weigh in on which blurb you prefer. Or perhaps a hybrid is your choice; if so, please advise. Many thanks for your vote!


NEXT: JUST WHAT IS THE SEKUATEAN EMPIRE AND WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO DECONSTRUCT IT?


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31 July 2012

Have you been repeating yourself again and again?

I'm pretty sure I've been there and done that.

Vacation, that is.


Yes, I've been on it. Riding that tiger like four apocalyptic chevaliers on triple espressos!

And so should you.

There is still August. Not too late to dig in, however. Go for it. Grab the gusto! Be who you are! Just do it!

For those of you who crave updating--What's he been doing the past two weeks?--I offer you a throw-back blog post.

Please see the previous posting of 14 July 2012. Now imagine those events continuing.

Voila!
New blog post. Wasn't that easy? And [mostly] painless?

So...see you next month.

For real.




I said For Real.


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14 July 2012

Have you been there, done that summer blogging thing?

I promised myself I would not spend my summer apologizing for not blogging during the summer, yet here I am, apologizing for not keeping up the blogging during the summer. But summer, we all may agree, is that special time of the year when we can let such things go and not feel the slightest guilt. As I recently posted on my Facebook page (now there's a summer killer!), the world is not beating a path to my door demanding another blog entry from me anyway. And yet the nagging gnomes collect. Eventually they reach capacity and I must let them out regardless of the results. Let me apologize in advance for this post.


Since my day job ended (the school year, that is, not employment termination), I've been traveling around the country, not for inspiration, not for part-time summer employment, not to do charity work for the literacy disabled, but merely to help relieve the boredom of various friends and relatives. I have tried to wedge some writing in at each stop, and the glorious hours of highway driving lend me precious time to daydream and work through plot conundrums. I take those ideas and problems-solved to the mini-computer (i.e., my Netbook) each evening to be able to call myself a writer. I drag myself to bed--or a futon on the floor--with some satisfaction of having achieved something for the day.

Now I have returned to the home editing station and, working on the big screen and with the full-sized keyboard, I expect a fury of writing bravura to ensue in these final weeks of slothdom. You see, my day job begins earlier than most schools start at the end of the summer. Therefore, there is not much time left to complete my self-assigned projects from May. Progress, yes. Completion...meh, not yet. Once the school year begins, as one might imagine or have read in previous posts, not much of my personal writing gets done, swamped as I am with mountains of generally poorly written freshman essays and research papers of various topics. But academic life must go on. Call me Sisyphus.

My Summer Projects - Official Updates*

Let me update you on everything I dare to share. My main project was to be a thorough rewriting of my 1989 novel AIKO for Shelfstealers. That has progressed well, given the circumstances described above. I created three new opening chapters to establish the situation and major characters better, then returned to the old manuscript and have been bulldozing my way through it, adding richer description of the Japanese setting and deepening dialog sections with literary devices (the horror! yes, there will be metaphors). I have also dealt with the major headache of converting a 1st person narration to 3rd person. That fits the story better, I see now; for what happens, I need my protagonist to have some distance from...well, from me. I've completed through chapter 23, as of this blog post, but I will want to go back to, say, chapter 10 and run through them again before I call them done.


My erstwhile novel AFTER ILIUM underwent a rocky rebirth in early June due to really bizarre circumstances beyond my control. I eventually managed to republish it on Amazon as an ebook for Kindle all on my own--which was a very frustrating yet educating experience in attention-to-detail! Suffice to say, the rebirth has not made much difference in my fame or fortune. (Buy it here! Buy it here!) Despite being a "summer" book perfect for beach or poolside reading and easily downloaded for the beach or poolside Kindle device, it remains off the beaten track. Be aware that this newest Kindle version features the welcome demise of a handful of continuity errors (e.g., email one place, e-mail elsewhere) and a couple grammar glitches. Unfortunately, the ending is still the same (young man meets older woman on a cruise to Istanbul, yada yada yada....).


A BEAUTIFUL CHILL, my notorious literary campus anti-romance (former MFA thesis and ABNA 2011 entry), is undergoing rigorous editing at Shelfstealers--or so I hear. No blood-cuddling screams yet so it must not be too bad. Awaiting the amazing results in 2013!


THE DREAM LAND trilogy is never far from my mind--although I have successfully kept it out of my literary fiction for years now. Book I: Long Distance Voyager and Book II: Days of Futures Past are complete. I might asterisk Book II by admitting minor tweaking still goes on. Book III: Diaspora is under construction but it is slow going. I did pause working on AIKO to spend a weekend catching up. A strange dream that helped clarify a situation in the story pushed me to work on Book III for a short time. I think it could have sent me rolling through more of it were it not for my need to stay focused on Japanica for AIKO rather than allow myself to return through the tangent portal to the Sekuatean Empire. Plenty of time for Book III, of course, while the first two climb the remainder bin charts! (See more in the next paragraph.)


Furthermore, while driving around I had the idea of just going ahead and making THE DREAM LAND available as ebooks, now that I know how to do it myself. Traditional queries have been met with ignorance and found unworthy of even a snooty or terse rejection effort. Disappointing. Does anyone actually read a blurb? I got past the pitch stage of the ABNA 2012 competition, after all. That means my book is somebody's book! Who would not want to read a darkly humorous sci-fi/psychothriller mash-up involving interdimensional intrigue and world domination by a pair of high school science nerds? Anyway, that self-publishing still may occur in the fall, so get your Kindles ready! (Oh, wherefore art thou, Nook?)

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That should bring you up to speed on both my cross-country travels and my literary journeys. If you have read this far, just think of how much writing you could have done during this time. Or the nap you missed. You can never rewind the clock or flip back the calendar, so choose how you spend your time wisely. Of course, some people just blog. Even in the summer. When they should be doing something important, something valuable, something enlightening--as have I.

Enjoy the remaining days...however they may fall!


(*) Anything you hear different would not be official.

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26 June 2012

Do you know how to argue?

Nothing Earth-shattering to report...although if there were anything that had shattered the Earth, I suspect not many of us would be online. So cheer up!

As usual, I have been traveling during the early part of the summer, catching some moonlight where I could, getting into trouble and for the most part getting myself out, as well. I did achieve some writing goals. And I continue to advance across the battlefield of words! Each day a new scrimmage, each weekend of late-night revelry and weekdays of pre-dawn typestry, ah! "Never a day without a line"!

AIKO is my current dalliance, an intriguing novel I first penned in the late 1980s and resurrected months ago. I have added two new opening chapters which better set the stage for the main story. I have also added a third chapter whose information was embedded previously in a flashback of the original chapter one. The challenges have been, as always, creating believable conflict from realistically portrayed characters. How to make an argument? How to evolve that argument into a serious enough explosion that it sets the main plot in motion? It cannot be hurried, cannot be leaped over to get to the chase, cannot be told in real time. Balance is required, a fine and delicate balance that combines real time dialog with time-compressing exposition.

Nice guy, married to nice woman, discovers a secret. He shares it with the wife out of a "honesty is the best policy" idealism. Wrong move (perhaps). That leads them to argue. But the arguing must go on for several weeks. That could be the whole book right there: twelve chapters covering twelve weeks of arguing.

How do arguments typical unfold? In the grand world of professional rhetoric there are rules and strategies to follow (for example: 4 Stages of Argument). In the real world, however, people do not argue according to a plan but rather more closely following their emotions and only occasionally do they resort to some strategy that seems to be effective.

Arguments in the real world may start with the initial explosion of revelation and shock, followed by an exhausted recovery period, or a period of reflection on the merits of the argument. After the opening fireworks, there could be a recharging period, too: time to gather one's counterarguments, perhaps. Each side may want to present the merits of their views and/or discredit the opposition's view. There could be a sharing of facts and opinions intended to persuade. Or a presentation of suppositions ("Suppose this happened....") and hypothetical situations ("If you do that then...."). There could be a lull for depression, hopeless feelings, nagging uncertainty, followed by renewed anger and the willingness to push beyond one's normal threshold of violence. Real arguments do not usually unfold according to a logical pattern.

What is possible? What is likely? What is plausible given these characters' already-established personalities, conscious and subconscious motivations, and deep-seated psychological foundations?

Like I stated above, a delicate balance is required, especially in a work of fiction. The chapter I've written breaks into several sections, each a short snapshot of the developing conflict. In those sections, I employ real time dialog for key conversation but use exposition to get through the longer, repetitious restating of facts and feelings. I give subtle or ironic time cues, of course, so we know it isn't all happening in a single night. And do not forget to add gestures (waving arms, threatening hands), movement (pacing, storming), facial expressions (barred teeth, sniveling tears), and good ol' metaphors (a light rain falling outside = tears rolling down cheeks).

One argument, evolving over six weeks, one chapter only. That's my goal. Done. (I think.) The situation is resolved only to the point where the two characters appear to be breaking up, one to go ahead with the plan, the other refusing to wait. I have a love-hate relationship with argument.

Now, have I successfully avoided all spoilers?

You can read a section just before the argument chapter here.


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11 June 2012

How to deal with the Big C

This post is actually serious, so don't be shocked or, worse, disappointed. As I dream of myself in authorial tweed, it may come as no surprise to fellow authors that we share a fundamental question that stands at the core of our art: authorship.
Just how do we, should the need arise, prove we are the authors of all we scribble? And how might we avoid that need arising?

When I was a teenager, I sent out some sci-fi stories to magazines. No luck. I sent a longer story to a book publisher in town, same result. Nobody asked me if I was the author; it was assumed that if I wanted to claim such poor, immature writing, then I could have it. Adults (teachers, etc.) advised me to mail a copy of the manuscript to myself, using registered mail, and never ever open it. The date stamp would serve as proof that, as of that date, I and the manuscript inside were related. I was covered if someone later tried to copy it.

I have several envelopes with manuscripts inside in a trunk in the basement. Nobody has asked for proof of authorship in all of these many years. Instead, the digital age has virtually eliminated that traditional paper method. I suppose one could mail a CD containing the file(s) of the book; same idea but with less postage than a ream of paper. In the digital world, however, we have bits and bytes instead of sheets of paper. How does one mail data to one's self and have a third party verify the date and identity?

More recently I've dealt with authorship in the classroom as my students and I discuss the ramifications of copyright. My perennial purpose is twofold: to get my students...

1) to understand that somebody created what they may want to use, i.e., cite in their research paper, and
2) to use the proper citation methods to give credit to those who create the content.

Not to be cynical (all right, it's unavoidable), but my students do not seemed to have any concept of online content having ownership--much less any content from a print source (or audio, video, etc.). In my students' view of the world, so it seems, people just make stuff because they, the content creators, just like to do it and then they offer it for everyone to enjoy. (Then how do they buy food? I ask. Silence.) If it can be downloaded for free, it is free.

In a good semester, I can get a few of them to swing to my side and accept that content providers need to be paid and should be paid for what they create. The very least we can do is give them credit in the school papers we write. As an academic, I'm used to the free exchange of ideas and of professional journals that publish articles where our ideas are shared. We include appropriate citation of sources we quote and that is considered enough. My own scholarly works have been cited in other scholars' papers--without payment.

However, as I stepped out of my writing closet and offered up a few of my novels for publication with independent presses, I found myself stumbling through the morass of copyright issues in the real world.

First, I made a so-called book trailer. I used the music that had inspired me to write the book. I took images from the internet, from my own travel photos, and did some photoshopping to the limit of my skills. It was a workable video that hinted at the story, set the mood, hopefully intrigued a viewer enough to buy the book.

Then reality set in. YouTube informed me that I did not own the rights to the music and questioned my rights with regard to the images I used. While I had previously made a "music video" for fun back in my college days and posted it, this book trailer was something being used to sell a product. If I were using someone else's work to sell a work of my own, something needed to be done to make everything kosher. (Hey, I went to the same university the YouTube founder did; doesn't that count for something?)

So I added an enthusiastic endorsement (a plug) for the artist, praising the music and providing a link to where the album could be purchased. That seemed fair. But did that cover me legally? Apparently not.

Then came the issue of the book cover. Same deal: some of my own images, some from the internet, and photoshopping. I became aware of how necessary it was to purchase royalty-free images and not just grab one available online. Fortunately, my publisher had a staff artist who had access to all kinds of images and the cover was created. Later, however, I faced new issues when the artist did not give me the copyright to the cover art. I was, therefore, forced to have a new cover created by a new artist who did award me copyright to the artwork. I have learned also about some of my fellow authors who have had their own copyright issues with regard to even the concept idea for a cover! Some of us joked that soon we will have to pay for every adverb we use in a story.

Where does it end? We want to do right by our creative colleagues. Unfortunately, I think it is only beginning. The recent legislation regarding online piracy and copyright laws is still in play and it is anyone's guess how it all may end. (You can check one report here and at many other webpages.) When I was in college long ago, the local Kinko's informed students they could only copy up to 10% of a book or one full chapter. Now, with everything digital and so easy to copy, "photoshop", alter enough to claim it's now your original, mix with other material and claim someone else's work as your own--every creator of original content needs to be on guard.

How do you prove authorship in our digital age?

Recently I began the process of uploading my novel to Amazon's Kindle Direct Publishing service, a process some of my colleagues had done quite easily and quickly. I had some glitches, most notably forgetting to designate myself as the author even though I put my name first in the information listing. Because of that, or perhaps simply by coincidence, I received an email asking (the tone was, to me, "demanding") for documentation that I was the author and that I had the right to publish it. The teenager inside me shouted vehemently "I wrote it more than ten years ago; I know I am the author!" And the wind echoed his sorrow....

Short of a note from my mother or a letter from the English professor who taught the creative writing class where I wrote the original version years ago, what could I do? I had not mailed a copy of the manuscript to myself since it was created and edited on a computer. The files still existed, transferred over from computer to computer. Then a brainstorm hit me, tore through my anger, and gave me hope! I had the digital file of the earliest version of the story that subsequently developed into the novel. Right-clicking the file in Windows Explorer produced a dialog box that revealed all kinds of pertinent information: the date created and modified, the name of the author (also noting the author's named computer as the place of origin), and so on. I passed on this file to the folks at KDP--and, as of this blog posting three days hence (including a weekend), I have not heard from them or seen any change to my account or book page. [Update: I was granted publication with no further obstacles.]

So I asked my question on Facebook, where several of my writer colleagues happen to also be attorneys. Lots of great advice...I think. Without prompting by me, a few repeated the idea of mailing yourself a manuscript. Others challenged that method, saying it would not hold up in a court. Others stated that it only established association of your name with that item on a certain date, not that you created it. Some put forth the conflicting rules of proof between criminal and civil cases; the burden of proof is on you, the author, to prove you are the author if someone else says you are not. There is no "innocent (or I'm the author) until proven guilty (I'm not the author)".

Furthermore, it does seem popular to continue the practice of plunking the big C on your manuscript (C) to stake your claim, regardless of the common notion that it is copyrighted from the moment you create it.

A few advised sending the manuscript to the copyright office, Library of Congress, etc. (http://www.copyright.gov/) and pay the fee to have it chiseled in stone. I might edit way too much for that kind of stoning, however. That's probably why I've waited: I just want to get a really good final copy ready before I send it to the government. "Register EVERYTHING," one colleague declared. Seems the catch-all solution.

(I thank those who contributed to the Facebook thread, but to avoid copyright problems I must paraphrase you; feel free to claim your ideas in the comment section. Or add new ideas. It benefits all of us to nail down the rules once and for all...until they're changed.)

At the end of the day, I had to throw in a wrench to my question thread. As writers, we are always overhearing snatches of conversation, reading something about something somewhere and later forgetting where, seeing something in a film or on TV, paying attention (or not) to relatives who tell us about some adventure they had down at the DMV or at Scout camp--lots of material that we transform into something fictitious. Seldom do we really know where any particular sentence or idea comes from when we are in the throes of writing the story. That's our job, of course: to fictionalize the real. But can we possibly be expected to cite every "borrowing" or drop a few coins to compensate a fellow creator for using a word or two?

I cannot help but recall the lawsuit filed in which The Chiffons claimed that George Harrison borrowed part of their song "He's So Fine" for his "My Sweet Lord"--a three note phrase, barely a motif in musical terminology. How often can two musicians who know nothing of each other's work happen to come up with a three note combination completely at random? With that question in mind, I created a post-apocalyptic musical in 1981 which I titled THE LAST SONG (Yes, Nicholas Sparks borrowed the title from my novel! Lawsuit is pending.). It's a tragicomic novella in which the last mathematically possible combination of notes is discovered. It remains unpublished. I long ago learned that titles cannot be copyrighted, thank goodness!


And now, having ranted for long enough, I return to my latest novel, GONE WITH THE WIND, hopefully coming out sometime next year. It's about a girl on a farm who meets a city man and falls in love. There's a war but they get back together. They fight a lot so the man eventually leaves. I have a great line for him to say when he walks out the door: "Frankly, my dear, I don't really care!" Do you think that will sell?

I welcome you--all of you, any of you, and your knowledgeable friends--to add your two cents' worth to this discussion. Explain to me, correct me, advise me. It benefits us all. Thanks!


Ooo! Look at this! A real Copyright notice! A Big C! Ain't it cool? 
And all images in this post were snatched from Google Images, except the movie poster, which is from Wikipedia.

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04 June 2012

To Blog or Not to Blog (The Sequel)


That is forever the question, isn't it? To blog or not to blog? What ever can be--should be, could be--written to soothe the savage beast? What am I thinking about today? What do the loyal, beleaguered legions expect from me to bright their day, to help them endure the unendurable?

This is the silly season: between the end of the spring semester (I'm a professor in real life so my circadian rhythms are set to semester intervals) and the start of the summer semester (for those poor souls who must teach during the summer for whatever personally hellish reasons they may have). To escape the silly season, I usually find myself traveling. Often I travel to actually find myself. Sometimes I forget where I have left myself, so it's an interesting adventure. And frequently when I find myself, I don't really want it any more.

This summer is different, however. Shortly after embarking on this summer's travel (having many highway miles to contemplate the meaning of the "meaning of life"), I came up with a name for this Interstate phenomena. In 2011, I called this exercise in fuel consumption my Farewell Tour for reasons only I know for sure. It's not such a big secret, actually. This year, with a near repeat of the route, fuel consumption, mpg rating, I am calling this one the Reality Tour. Does any nostalgia remain? Painful, bittersweet, warm-hearted, soft-fuzzy nostalgia for the places I've left? Anything at all?

Or was I never really there? A figment of some author's imagination. A perverse pastime now passed?

As fate would have it (and the theory has recently been tested and found wanting--see my May 1 post about my conference trip to Japan), I travel backwards in time as I travel physically and geographically. I know I was there many years ago. And yet nothing remains as testimony of my former existence. I have revisited the places I previously called home. And now? They have changed so much that I cannot recognize them. And no one recognizes me. There is no welling up of joy, no rush of experiential pleasure, no cynical sense of Home Sweet Home again. Photo albums could have saved me some gas cash.

Alas, memory, nostalgia, home . . . just concepts, metaphors, words that act as placeholders in the mind, and suffer not the great institutions known as scrapbooks, photo albums, and memoirs. And yet, I deal in metaphors and analogies. I have baskets, boxes, and barrels of them out back. Going cheap. Even pennies on the dollar. Buy one, get one free. Three for a dollar. Help yourself.

I have revved up the ol' word processor and am counting the miles of chapters in my wake. Already I've fought my way up to Chapter 8 of a once-upon-a-time-finished novel of forbidden love and lush, romantic murder mystery, AIKO, which includes a brand new pair of opening chapters. (A generous detour routes me through this link: Shelfstealers' "Watch Our Writers" write program.) You can read a sample here.)

That is my mission no matter where my wheels take me this summer, no matter where my mind wanders or heart flies, falls, gets up again and stumbles into the dark back corner of some seedy bar on the bad side of town, across the tracks and next to the overfilled and thus long-forgotten garbage dump: there in the toxic mud, among the broken glass bottles, old needles, and used condoms are the seeds of tomorrow's story. Write it. Or else it may become real.


(P.S.--The young woman in the photograph is not the title character of the novel, although she does have significant impact on the plot.)

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10 May 2012

An Interview with Dr. Alexander Parris

It's May and that can only mean final exams and other dubious honors to deal with, hence my lack of blogging. (To the silent minority: "Yes, you're welcome for not burdening you.") Nevertheless, I am desperately holding on to my recent trip's literary inspiration so I can complete my next project. I shall be in "cherry blossom" season through the summer, working on my Japanese novel AIKO.
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However, I recently had the privilege and honor of speaking to Dr. Alexander Parris, one of the foremost authorities on ancient history that you're likely to find. I was able to arrange a "20 questions" kind of interview with Dr. Parris at a conference, slipped in between the presentation by a colleague of his and his own keynote speech on History education in universities today.

SS: Dr. Parris, you are known as one of the world's authorities on the Trojan War. How did you become interested in that period of ancient history?

AP: It seems as though I was always interested in that tragic period of Western civilization. It was a major turning point in human history, after all. It was when our focus shifted from the Middle East to Europe. For better or worse, it was a change in the balance of power, a change of direction, a rebooting of humanity. It was a seminal event for Westerners.

SS: I understand from reading your book that you visited the site of ancient Troy some years back. What were your impressions of the site and what conclusions can you draw from seeing it for yourself?

AP: Anyone who knows the history of the excavation must feel disgust at the great destruction Schliemann and others wrought on that sacred hilltop. What I saw when I visited in 1993 was a tourist trap. It was gaudy and commercial. Some people expected golden towers of glory while others were disappointed to find only old stones and dirt. You have to understand the history and the context of every event in order to appreciate being at the site.

SS: I also understand that your visit to ancient Troy, what you prefer to call "Ilium," had a profound effect on you. Could you elaborate on that?

AP: Well, I'm not sure what book you're referring to, because I never wrote about that trip. It doesn't hold pleasant memories for me. In fact, I...well, you could say I got into a bit of trouble there. I was lucky to make it back home alive.

SS: Really! What happened?

AP: I'd rather not discuss it.

SS: It certainly must have made a profound impact on you. Is that what caused you to give up video game design and become a professor of ancient history?

AP: Yes, something like that. I couldn't.... My injuries prevented me from continuing a career in video game design. So I turned to further study in History. I wrote my dissertation on the influence of the Trojan War--truth or myth--on our modern civilization. Now I've been invited to speak at conferences around the world.

SS: It seems that you have had a successful career, after all. It's a shame you were not able to be a gamer.

AP: Well, Life is a game, as you know. A cruel game. Rolls of the dice, and such. Sometimes we cannot understand how the decisions we make, the choices proffered, how they will play out down the road....

SS: Are you referring to your trip to Turkey and your visit to the ruins of Ilium?

AP: I suppose. But I'd rather not talk about all that.

SS: Why not? What happened there? What happened after you visited Ilium?

AP: Life changed for me after Ilium. That's all. Are we done here?

SS: I'm sorry to hear that. I thought you would want to name names, as it were, and tell what really happened in Turkey--

AP: This interview is done.

SS: Does the name Eléna mean anything to you? 

AP: No, it doesn't. I said I don't wish to discuss it.

SS: I apologize for bringing it up.

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All right, folks, my interview with Dr. Parris did not go quite as planned, but I believe we can get some idea of Dr. Parris and his research in a follow-up questionnaire later this summer. I'm sure the particular details of his trip to Turkey to see the site of ancient Ilium will make a fascinating story. As it is, he seems to be busy enough in tending to his duties as chair of the History Department at Ithaca College in upstate New York, writing scholarly articles for journals, attending conferences, the usual life of the bachelor academic. I hope to talk with him again at my soonest opportunity. 

I'll also be reporting on his book, AFTER ILIUM, which provides much more information. You can check it now by clicking on this link!


Available for Kindle and in print. 

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01 May 2012

What I did on my conference vacation...

So what else is new? Well, I have returned to the ordinary.

Bleary-eyed and jet-lagged I struggle to maintain coherence in my day job, having returned over the previous 36 hours from a one-week conference in Osaka, Japan. Yes, I do have a day job. Yes, I did go to Japan. No, I am not Japanese, though I play one on TV.

As required by the nature of the objective (speaking about my research into identity and, in this case, how social media influences construction of identity at the IAFOR conference), I did not have a lot of time for sightseeing. I went out for a walk in the neighborhood the morning of the first day, before registration opened. It was an overcast day but I photographed "downtown" Osaka, around the area of Osaka Station and the streets back to the hotel anyway. After the conference, many of the participants went on a walking tour of nearby Kyoto, the city famous for its many temples and shrines. That day was sunny and hot.

(On the return flight, inspired by my adventure, I managed to outline the plot of a possible sequel to my novel After Ilium.)

Below are selected pictures illustrating my trip (and bearing proof of the truth of my tale).

Me outside of Osaka Station
(proof of my existence in Osaka)



View of Osaka south of the station










The International Academic Forum 2012 
(Yours Truly is on the right.)




A well-stocked Manga store

Views of the grounds of Nijo Castle in Kyoto:
Pagoda and street scene near temple in Kyoto

My Bento box lunch
A different temple in Kyoto
Me again--on the grounds of yet another temple in Kyoto. 

And don't forget the release of my novel Aiko, a Japanese romantic mystery, sometime next year!


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