10 October 2012

BONUS! "HEART SEARCH" by Carlie M. A. Cullen

[For the first post today, please scroll down this page.]

Dear Blog Lovers,

Here is a Bonus posting for you! Sometimes hardcore sci-fi isn't everyone's cup of tea, so I thought I'd share with you the new novel of fellow Myrddin author, Carlie M. A. Cullen.

Carlie's novel, HEART SEARCH, involves all kinds of vampiresque issues, much like that Twilight saga, only better! It's kind of Fantasy and Paranormal and Romance all rolled into one...perfect for Young Adults or, as they say, adults of all ages.

I'm happy to share an excerpt from HEART SEARCH, so enjoy!




"Remy"


I now felt distinctly lost. What would my next move be? I needed inspiration, but didn’t know where to start. I made an impatient kind of snort and frowned.
“Hey – what’s up?” Becky asked, trying to hide her smirk at the expression on my face.
“Brain dead,” I responded huffily.
“So what else is new?” she joked, giggling.
I grimaced at her. “There’s nothing like kicking a person when they’re down, is there?”
“Oh, come on Rems, you know I was only joking,” she retorted in an exasperated tone. “So, what can I do to help?”
“It’s okay, I know you were,” I smiled conciliatorily, “I’m frustrated and out of ideas of what to do next – don’t suppose your brain is in gear for once?” my mildly sarcastic tone making her raise an eyebrow at me.
“Oh, I see. Getting our own back are we?” she asked.
“Told you before – there’s only one way to get your own back.”
“Ha ha!” she pretended to laugh. “Do you want me to put my brilliant brain at your disposal or what?”
“Yes please, but perhaps you’d better sit down first – I don’t want you to strain yourself,” the sisterly banter continued.
“Wow-wee, the gems just keep on coming.”
“You love me really, Becky.”
“Yeah and don’t you know it,” she laughed.
“Yep. Just like you know I love you to bits too,” I responded, laughing with her. It felt strange, in poor taste, to laugh and joke about, as if we were being sacrilegious, but in other ways it was a good experience – it certainly relieved some of the tension.





Carlie M A Cullen was born in London. She grew up in Hertfordshire where she first discovered her love of books and writing. She has been an administrator and marketer all her working life and is also a professional teacher of Ballroom and Latin American dancing.

Carlie has always written in some form or another, but Heart Search: Lost is her first novel. This is being launched 8th October 2012 through Myrddin Publishing Group and work has started on book two: Heart Search: Found. She writes mainly in the Fantasy/Paranormal Romance genres for YA, New Adult and Adult.

Carlie is also a professional editor. Carlie also holds the reins of a writing group called Writebulb. Their first anthology was published September 2012. Carlie currently lives in Essex, UK with her daughter.

You can find more information about Carlie and her series at http://carliemacullen.com and follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/carlie2011c (@carlie2011c).



Here are the Amazon links for Heart Search:
 





See the HEART SEARCH trailer here!



The Council of Five and the Death of Millions


On the Origins of the Gangus government in Sekuate, 
foretold to become the Sekuatean Empire

[because bad endings often have good beginnings....]


The core of the Council of Five, the name used by the Gangus family for their National Executive Council after establishing their dynasty, consisted of three students of the Sorêg Academy. Basura-Kanoun, a poet by training...  Diert-Gangus, born 1433 in Kolouna... student of political dissertation, he introduced... Rasek-Tifloh to his club of political students....
Basura-Kanoun
The current government of Sekuate, represented by the 300-year reign of the House of Sarrêban in Seas, was internally corrupt and isolated by privilege from the people. [The Gangus Political Society] believed that to put authority and power of such magnitude under the control of one person was detrimental to the people. Such power should be delegated, diversified, and divided among several people, each to counter the others. To prevent the interests of a few members from falling into collusion, the minimum number needed as a governing force is determined to be five. [Diert's brother, Toulor and a town adminstrator, Samot-Iadon were added.]

In 1458, Diert-Gangus and Basura-Kanoun married... [in 1460] graduated from the Academy.... [In 1463]... booklet authored by Basura, Diert, and Rasek was published in Selauê...  outlining their political concerns. Support grew for the Society... local authorities called them the Gangus Army... concerned that their numbers would become difficult to control.

Diert-Gangus
In Nomat 1466, the Sorêg town leaders requested, then demanded, that the Gangus Army leave. Authorities used the constable’s militia to evict members from their headquarters, initiating a riot. They protested in Selauê... distributed their manifesto on the streets but were arrested, charged with inciting treason. Diert was sent to the national prison at Trêpolium for six years.
Rasek-Tifloh
Rasek worked to increase support for the Gangus Army during the interim, especially in the Kamtan district where their new headquarters was established [in 1470].... 

Diert returned home [in 1473].... They had a balanced governmental group and began believing... they could be the national ruling council.... An expanded treatise based on the earlier booklet entitled “The Power of Five” was published in Selauê in 1476. Booksellers shunned it. The Gangus Army protested... supporters caused a riot... two Selauê constables were killed and [others] were wounded. The group was outlawed by the city government... and returned their headquarters to Kamtan.

Toulor-Gangus
[In 1477]... setting up their own printing press... continued publishing their book... and works of other writers, philosophers and politicians whose ideas agreed with theirs. Basura wrote [in 1478] a sequel to “The Power of Five”... was published... well received, its political focus thinly veiled by her metaphorical poetry.... Diert was elected to the city council of Kamtan by the town’s majority of Gangus supporters....

In 1479, Rasek and Samot [-Iadon, the fifth member] went to Sorêg and Croxe recruiting... returning with new supporters numbering in the thousands... officially adopted the name Gangus Army.
Samot-Iadon
With the paramilitary role envisioned by Diert... recruited a cadet... recently dismissed from the Selauê Academy. Banar-Traf became the commander of the military wing of the Gangus Army. [Traf] was anxious to prove that what his teachers had said of his natural leadership ability was true....

Alarmed by the [military] training, the city council voted on Gouo-2:1479 to oust Diert from the council. Public outcry resulted in his reinstatement....
More supporters flocked to Kamtan... population from 98,000 [in 1478] to over 150,000 by 1480... city council voted again to oust Diert, on Terpa-11:1480... rioting by his supporters.... The 2d Coraesz was dispatched from Selauê to quell the rioting... five leaders fled the city....

Banar-Traf
At its new headquarters [south in] Manioug, the Gangus Army continued their activities... preparation for... overthrow of the Mexas government... more confrontations with local folk. The city council requested that the Gangus Army leave... went unheeded... requested assistance from 2d Coraesz... from Selauê... [they] marched on Manioug... same martial action as in Kamtan: guerrilla fighting, house searches... seven weeks.
Gangus advance groups raided Lakuar, anticipating their evacuation of Manioug. The citizens and government became hostages in the battle between the rebel army and the Sekuatean Army. Gangus Army members took control of Yiexe [further south] by the end of Nomat. Forces of the Sekuatean Army marched on Yiexe.... With the Sekuatean army withdrawn, the Gangus Army militiamen recaptured Manioug. The 1s Coraesz in Seas was ordered to arms. On Laliê-21:1480, the Mexas Tomodon-Sarrêban ordered a full-scale, nationwide state of emergency....

—from the legible portions of “A Primary History of the Gangus Revolution” (pamphlet) by Kag-Gangus, member, Council of Five, Seas, 1510


Excerpted from THE DREAM LAND, Book I: Long Distance Voyager

DUE OUT 1 DECEMBER 2012 -
enough time to be warned about the invasion, so don't worry too much...for now.


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30 September 2012

Interdimensional Travel - How does that work?


Many armchair voyagers have often wondered how the process of slipping unobserved betwixt a footstep on Earth and a footstep on some other world actually works. Not being a scientific type of person myself, I always refer them to those who know better. Usually I refer them to the only real expert I ever met: Sebastian Talbot. Within the Voyager community, he has earned a First-Class ranking with one Gold Cluster.

Mr. Talbot (along with ex-girlfriend Gina Parton) is one of only a few known or acknowledged Interdimensional Voyagers living in modern times. There have been several down through history, of course. However, people tend to chalk those up to legends, myths, or colorful fictions. Count Saint Germain is a notable example of such a Voyager living a life on Earth yet disappearing and returning again and again so as to seem to live a lifespan covering a couple of centuries. 

From the mid-1970s through the mid-1990s, Sebastian Talbot made many voyages through a variety of portals, chiefly clustered in and around an abandoned quarry to the east of Kansas City, Missouri, USA. Talbot has called this field of doorways a "tangent dump"--rather like a train depot where all tracks converge, thus making switching from one to another easier. The term "tangent" was coined by Gina Parton, based on the concept that each doorway was actually a tangent on the sphere of the planet. Talbot has reported that the initial contact point (the "tangent") is miniscule, and only through careful manual manipulation can it be coaxed open and then "torn" enough to allow a person to step through. With practice the method for entering the tangent becomes more fluid.

In his memoir, The Dream Land, Book III, Talbot explains:

"I don’t create the tangents. I’m just sensitive enough to detect them and skilled enough to use them. Kind of like being some Superhero."

Several of Talbot's travels have been well-documented and some scientific data exists to substantiate the phenomenon. The other side of the question concerns that world on the opposite side of the tangent, often referred to as a "parallel universe". You can find more information here (but do not be fooled by use of the word "fiction").To learn more about this phenomena and its properties, I offer the following excerpt:


Excerpt from THE DREAM LAND, Book II: Dreams of Futures Past


“It was a long haul that first time,” the old man continued. “We passed through several very different worlds and never knew when or how we could get back home. It was frightening—and fascinating. Looking back, however—and I was much too amazed to put it all into any kind of scientific perspective at the time—well, that had to be the scariest time of my life. Can you imagine stumbling through some invisible doorway to another world and not knowing how to get back? It’s pants-shitting time, my friend! Oh, sure, it happens all the time in those sci-fi movies, what, Star Wars, Star Trek, Star light star bright whatever I dream tonight—whatever. But imagine—hah, that’s the wrong word!—envision the experience where you, or any kid, does the same thing: let yourself be sucked through some invisible gelatin and plop! there you are in another world. And that’s not even considering the physics or biology, the how’s it work? part of the experience. How is this even happening? Is it something like a wormhole? I heard that term used on an episode of Star Trek when I returned to Earth for visit. But I don’t think this phenomena is any kind of wormhole, just a...something else. I don’t explain’em, I just use’em. Anyway, the only thing Gina and I could do was keep going, so on we went through several different tangents—what we call the interdimensional doorways. So, eventually we found ourselves back in something familiar, what we call Ghoupallesz now, our home away from home.”
The old man began shredding the stalk he’d plucked from the dirt as the youth asked his questions, the usual ones, about how it all works, and the man nodded politely, wearily, as though he had been asked the questions many times before by other wandering youth and already understood everything and waited patiently to give the answers. Then he did:
“I don’t know.” He laughed and the youth frowned. “Sorry, but I really don’t. But I know what works for me. That is, I know how to get back and forth, in the right year—or pretty close, hah!—and to know when to leave again. Before I get into too much trouble. Sometimes I even prevent trouble. Then I feel good about myself, feel like I deserve something, something special, a treat or reward, like a fine steak dinner or a really good night’s sleep. Or my own island—like this one. Remind me later and I’ll tell you how I changed history here for the good of everyone. That’s my greatest accomplishment. That’s what makes me a god.”
The youth held his frown, trying to detect sarcasm in the man’s voice yet found none.


So fake!!!
  
NEXT: The Dark Side of Interdimensional Voyaging!



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20 September 2012

Making Drugs for the Masses...and feeling guilty.


Because life is often interesting and occasionally thought-provoking, I often formulate some aspect of it into an intriguing idea. For some perverse reason, which varies as much as the number of times it happens, I get the incredible urge to share that idea. Much of the time I resist, of course. Other times I cannot hold back and must foist it upon an innocent public.

Thus it begins: the playing with words, the perversions of punctuation, the crafting of crafty messages, the tempting of time, and going to bed with questions that do not satisfy for long. I'm referring to the drugs so prevalent in our society: those fictions.

·         What if two people who are so completely wrong for each other happen to meet, and then have to try to get along? There are bound to be fights. What if that struggle leads one to disaster while the other can be free? (A Beautiful Chill)

·         What if a young man who is intrigued by the Trojan War goes to visit the ruins of Troy and happens to meet an older woman? And what if his name happens to be Parris and hers Eléna—just like the Paris and Helen of ancient times? Wouldn't that be weird! (After Ilium)

·         What if a couple of high school tech nerds happen to discover a tear in the air and step through it into a new world? What if they have many adventures there and learn to dominate that world? What if they then returned to Earth and had to explain things? (The Dream Land trilogy)

·         What if a married man discovers his former lover has his child? What if the man truly believes the right thing to do is go to investigate her death and try to claim his child? What if his wife objects? (Aiko)

Life seems constantly to be throwing “what-if” propositions at me. Some stick and others do not. Life gets busy sometimes, too, and the what-ifs of the world go unanswered. Yet, overall, who would care? Plenty of people. Humans have a strange propensity to empathize with invented humans—or personifications of humans. That creates a market for telling lies, for deliberate deception. And people are making a lot of money selling lies and deception.* People love lies, accept deception; they welcome them. After all, they are powerful, useful drugs. I once was told when I was a young teenager writing science-fiction stories that there is no point reading something that is not true. It’s a waste of time.

And yet we do! A lot of us. A lot of the time. I’ve been thinking of this conundrum for a long time, too. Why do we like to make-believe? Is there something wrong with our ordinary, everyday lives? Why the need to fantasize—or the desire to visit worlds that do not exist, or cavort with cohorts who never existed? There must be some mental disorder that pushes some people, but not others, into a kind of phantasmagoric repose. Sure, I know why I write (well, perhaps...), but why does anyone read these stories?

I write because I must. It’s a mental disorder: hypergraphia (read more here). I write in almost every spare moment. I awaken at night to write something. When I am physically prevented from writing, I write inside my head, intending to commit it to some magnetic ink when I next have the opportunity. It truly is a gradient subterfuge into madness.

I doubt that my affliction has reached severe levels, for I am able to stop writing occasionally and seem to suffer no adverse symptoms. I have gone as long as a month without writing. Yet always it returns, compelling me to invent things that never happened, or could never happen. In the rawest sense, I try to create scenarios that I would enjoy living through—even ones which may, on the surface, seem unpleasant. Doesn’t that seem bizarre? Why would anyone compose fantasies to inhabit? As an escape from mundane reality? I suppose the degree of disability would have to be measured by how much it interferes with my so-called “normal” activities. For me, however, the writing—and its associated tasks of planning, researching, editing, etc.—is my “normal” activity. It is the remainder of the day and week that are my abnormal activities.

If I were to be locked up for some nefarious reason, I think I could be happy and survive it if I were allowed a computer (or, barring that, a manual typewriter and endless reams of paper) and all the time I needed to build a fiction in which I could blissfully reside forever. 


Oh my! Have I spoken too soon? 

After all, I have done such a foul thing already: I have created fictions in which I can exist…through the husks of protagonists and occasionally behind the villain’s mask. And yet, strangely, I still can walk the streets unhindered, without a single word of mockery about my affliction, and in complete anonymity. For I am Everyman…er, uh, everyperson, whatever. I am the drug maker. And, yes, I can sleep at night.

Again, I deeply apologize for my fictionally inept fictionization of wholly fictitious, vilely fictive fiction. It’s an illness so it’s not my fault. Besides, Truth has never held fast for me. The rest goes without saying.


*Some lies are more expensive than others, of course, both in the uptake and in the aftermath.


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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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