Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Called To Battle - cover art

Graphic artist Victor Habbick designed this cover image for the book, and I've added the rest to make it ready for printing.

What do you think?
The central figure is one of the dark enemies of the People of Elha. She isn't the central figure of the story, but Victor has done such a great job including several themes from Called To Battle.

The book is now available as a print book at Createspace and as an ebook on Amazon Kindle.

Friday, 31 January 2014

Preview, anybody?

Finished the story. 'Called To Battle' is now complete and edited once. I need to read through it thoroughly and then format it before it can be published. Anybody want a sneak preview? I can send you a pdf copy. In return, you can review it for me.
 
Oh yes, I also need a good cover picture for the new book. Time to get back in touch with my friend Victor Habbick, sc-fi-artist extraordinaire.

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Zac Manchester Blasts Off!

Here's a guy who had a great idea and wouldn't give up until he had got the thing working. Zac is a graduate student at Cornell University in New York. His vision: Design and fly a spacecraft that anyone can afford.

Intrigued? Disbelieving? Have a look. It's called KickSat.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/zacinaction/kicksat-your-personal-spacecraft-in-space/posts

With thanks to the BBC News for the pic

The BBC News page where I saw KickSat first is here.

For my blog posting about other home-made space projects and commercial space, see this link.

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Now That's What I'm Calling Progress!

Despite the Arctic Vortex's best efforts to freeze the life out of us all here in northwest Ontario, the sequel to The Calling has reached the astounding length of about 70,000 words. This is roughly the length of The Calling. So I finally decided it was time to wrap it up and call it a book. The rest of the story I had planned to tell will become Book Three, then what was going to be Book Three will become Book Four. Or, at this rate, Four and Five!

Don't expect the new book to appear in the next few days: I have now set off on an editing campaign. I have to track down and exterminate all those little errors which have slipped in, and to make sure the whole story makes sense.

I also need to find or create a cover picture and some publicity.

So far, I've settled on a title for this book: Called To Battle. I like the way it's coming out: it continues the script of The Calling, but on a much broader stage. Some characters who barely got a mention in The Calling have plenty of room to explain who they are, and some new faces pop up too. For example, we get to know the tree-like alien known as Ynerog Jau as Valin has a hair-raising conversation with her. There is another new recruit to the Telarine Squadron, whom you'll already have met if you have been reading these posts. And the enemy side of things? Yes, they push their way into the story too, and I had to try my hardest to stop them taking over and wrecking the plot!

Watch this blog for news of the book's release sometime this spring.

Thursday, 16 January 2014

The Man Who Works On Mars




Seriously! This man's job involves driving cars on the surface of the planet Mars. He was born in Italy, and his father was a school teacher who loved carpentry. Take a look! He says the reasons that most of the other drivers have left the job is that:
1) Google pays more
2) Driving cars on Mars can get boring!

Here's some advice from this driver, Paolo Bellutta :
"What advice would you give to someone who wants to take the same career path as you?
You never know what can help you, so learn everything you can! I often used knowledge I gathered while pursuing my hobbies, or talking to friends or reading non-work-related books."


Sunday, 1 December 2013

Brock Eastman - Writing along the same lines

So while I was ordering a book to give our boys at Christmas (namely the fifth in Sigmund Brouwer's excellent Robot Wars) I found this other writer penning science fiction novels for young adults.

Believe it or not, we're a rare breed.

Fantasy for kids, yeah, cyberspace is loaded with it. So are the bookshelves of most big bookshops. You can find it by the truck load wherever you look. Dragons, swords, enchanted forests. Vampires, zombies, silly green aliens, even the time-travelling antics of 21st century kids and their dogs (well... I made up the part about the dog, but I'm fairly certain you'd find such a story out there).

But stories involving technological futures, plausible science, and lotsa action that make you think about real life? Nine times out of ten, you come up with almost nothing.

So if you're interested in finding some good reading for young adults, children with reading ages about 10+, and you want a series of out-of-breath action stories packed with thought and depth, then go and look at Brock Eastman's novels.

That's all from me now. Late. Must sleep.

Thursday, 21 November 2013

The Count Who Never Was - A NaNoWriMo Thing

While I was racing to write the first 50,000 words of the sequel to The Calling, I stopped and realised that this piece of story was too long. It's where Extreme Count Sessalian tells a story about his origins. I cut it out and rewrote it. That's an art that I haven't been very good at, but the result fit in much better.

Still, here's the original, because I still like it! Hope you do too. Sessalian is becoming one of my favourite new characters. And as for old Tylingale... have you ever met him in real life? I think I have.

Then Sessalian grinned. "I have just the thing. Little anecdote from way back, just after I'd fled my home city of Ea-Karitk. The revolution, you see. At least they called it a revolution, but to be true to fact, it was a conspiracy to tear down all law and order and seize control of what remained after the chaos. Still don't know exactly who was behind it. Half of my extended family was killed or imprisoned, and most of the rest must have fled, like me. But news reports accused some cousins of being involved in the conspiracy. I didn't believe it for a moment.
"My Procurer-Chief, a wise old syen we called Urix, escaped with me and had the Civilia Council's yacht warming up nicely on the apron. We boarded it just as the mob of rioters reached the dock.
"Ahh! I can still see the fires burning out of control across the garden-domes of Rejanus district when we lifted straight through the air-curtain and into the cold vacuum. We drifted like a falling leaf away from the city which was my home. Beyond was the grey-green planet which Ea-Karitk was orbiting at the time. I wept. It is a beautiful place, still, my city: Eight great domed forest-towns spinning majestically around a hub." He stopped and peered at his boots. "Funny thing, though. When we sold the yacht at Venyule a year later, the selling price amounted to exactly the back pay I was owed from the Rejanus Civilia office. Plus interest. I split it two ways with Urix.
"But the actual anecdote comes from just after that. I was feeling a bit low about everything as I skulked around the social scene on Venyule. Then I happened to bump into another exile, the cousin of my father's aunt, an old coot named Mendizza Tylingale. White hair like lightning bolts, staring eyes reddened by drink and lack of sleep, clothes disorderly, and speech like a bad actor who speaks loudly to make up for lack of talent. But we knew each other well enough for him to invite me to a dinner party in a rented ballroom. 'Many old friends,' he told me. I was delighted.
"Truth was, Tylingale was missing a wheel. Like a fusion drive starved of hydrogen. A bit simple. But a big heart. Somehow he'd got sucked into this thing without realising what it was all about.
"We joined the party, grabbed drinks and circulated for a while. I tried to ignore a few aggressive stares. One man asked Tylingale right out why he'd brought me along, as if I was from the enemy camp. Tylingale just gave the man a puzzled stared until he turned away.
"Then a big man began a speech from the front. At first I agreed. It was all about taking back what was ours, reclaiming Ea-Karitk for its true citizens, and so on. I thought it odd that he didn't moan and wail about the recent rioting and destruction. Then he made some scathing remarks about the recently-removed rulers and how we would do so much better without them. This was too much for me. I raised my voice - and I have quite a loud voice when I have a mind - to ask how the blazes he proposed to govern without the system of Counts and Countesses.
"Sudden sound of three hundred people sucking in their breath and holding it. Every eye drilled into me. Somebody muttered, 'Oh no, not him! Who invited Sess?'
"It suddenly occurred to me that I should take an unplanned vacation far, far away, beginning that instant. I had stumbled into a gathering of the conspirators who had destroyed my home and my family. But as I stared back at the crowd I recognised some faces. My cousin. My nephew. An official from the Rejanus Civilia office.
"Not being able to contain my outrage, I denounced each and every one of them in great depth and vivid detail, listing their crimes. Their faces were a portrait in shock, horror, then rage. I had just reached the peak of my ravings when dear old Mendizza Tylingale clapped his big, sweaty hand over my mouth and apologised most humbly - and most loudly - for me. 'This dear, dear man has had too much to drink. And surely that's no crime?' he trumpeted. On he rambled, making only a fractured kind of sense, until most were looking at him, and I backed away. Thankfully most of the people had still a great deal of the old Ea-Karitk in them and didn't touch me as I shuffled to the door. The man at the front was trying to interrupt old Tylingale, but to no avail. When I finally crept from the door, Tylingale reached the climax of his meandering but passionate monologue, and the whole ballroom erupted in applause.
"That was the day I vowed that I would devote my life to some noble cause, if it might possibly lead to justice for the crooks who stole our city away from us. It's been a few years of wandering, but here I am."
Ahh... I have a confession to make. I just checked the word count on this and the one I'm using so far - the second version is twice as long as the first! What can I do?

Now I remember. The other reason for rewriting it was that the action in this first draft - a whole culture getting violently overthrown - resembles other parts of the story too much and I wanted to make it different. Variety is the spice of life.