A little something I wrote a while ago and never posted… Until now that is, and after such a long hiatus. I wonder, how long will I stick around this time?
Hello all! Gods it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything here. Or written in general for that matter. I’m all graduated from college now and have my B.S. in Mechanical Engineering. So things have changed for me quite a bit, along with them my motivation and writing habits. I have new games I’m playing, and new books I’m reading (though very few at the moment), and new ideas for writing. And I finally completed a goal of mine: to publish Theo’s Story, or better now know as 2103: Destiny. And not only get it published as an Ebook, but now as print-on-demand. And of course I ordered myself a few copies, along with Star Catcher.
I’m quite pleased to have these two sitting on my bookshelf now. And if you want to pick up a copy for yourselves, just head on over to the Ebooks page and grab your copy.
In the works next is the next book in line after Star Catcher, and the start to a series, hopefully. Over the past year my writing slowed down to a complete stop and now has finally started to pick up again. The pace is slow, but I’m pushing myself to get it going full force again.
To that matter, I didn’t participate in NaNoWriMo 2014. Even though I had the time, I didn’t have the ideas or the drive. To that end, I’ve had an idea for a new novel that’s been swimming around in my head lately and I’ve started to lay it out on paper (metaphorically). It’s slow going, but I’m pushing myself as I want to see this idea come to fruition despite all the misgivings I’m having about it. Those I will discuss in another post though.
Mostly I just wanted to let you all know that I’m not dead! Though I doubt most will read this or even glance my way anymore (writing wise) since I vanished from the face of the Earth. That’s not going to stop me, no, I need to get myself back in the game and not only write and edit to get more stories completed, I need to try and market them better as well. To that end I started a Facebook page where you can “like” me if you so desire. It’ll have similar posts to the site here, though more along the lines of minor updates. Feel free to drop by and check it out.
I’ve also revamped the blog here with a new look and a header picture that hopefully looks alright. I do my best with photoshop, but I’m definitely not a pro. I get by with the simple things and hope they work for me.
Well, hope everyone likes the new look. And I guess I should get back to writing.
Cheers! See you next post!
Recently I’ve been talking with someone about Star Catcher and it’s been great getting to hear the thoughts that have gone through their head while reading the story. I love hearing what people have to say about my stories, how they view the characters, if they like them or hate them, are drawn in by one aspect or another of the story. But lately it’s gotten me thinking about how I wrote Star Catcher, the style that I used, the wording, the description, the emotion, everything. Thinking back on when I first wrote the story during NaNoWriMo, I remember pounding out as many words as possible to meet the count for that day and nothing else, but I when I go back and read the story, the level of immersion that I feel with the characters, with the universe, boggles my mind.
Over the last year or so I’ve been working on two more novel length stories that follow after Star Catcher and as I think about how I’m writing them, the wording that I’m using, the description, the emotion that I’m trying to convey in them, it feels forced. The characters have changed and it feels as if they are only partly there, like I’m missing some aspect of them that I somehow included in Star Catcher but seem to have lost in the preceding time between the stories.
I guess in that time between stories, I’ve changed as well. I find myself rarely thinking about the universe Star Catcher is set in. Granted there have been times that I have had spurts of inspiration to write and post some random scene from that universe to here, but even in those, they don’t feel the same as Star Catcher does when I reread it. So, what’s missing? Is it the forced creativity brought forth in the rush of NaNoWriMo? The innocence of a freshman college student? The lack of stress during those days? The new-found freedom of being on my own?
I also find myself reading less and less these days. I have not had the drive to search out or pick up a new book to read. I attribute this mostly to financial and college stresses. There were days when I would give anything to stay lost in a bookstore for hours on end and spend my wallet dry. I find the same thing happening with video games. My list of unfinished games is growing and though I have some initial elation from getting new games I barely make time to pick them up, instead turning to mindless internet surfing to fill my down-time. Granted, Minecraft has been an addiction that has helped to fill my time as well and I enjoy playing with family and friends, but even that has suffered from this lack of drive that I seem to have acquired.
I would like to attribute this all to the stresses of college and working to obtain an engineering degree, but I feel there’s more to it. I have lost habits that I have had in the past and have developed new ones to replace them that I feel are less productive in some sense of the word. While anime has sufficed to provide me with the level of story immersion that I recall experiencing from books, I do long to return to my paper-bound roots, as it were.
While my thoughts these days reside with financial, career, and future choices, as well as food and house-hold chores, in my late night introspective musings, as I write this, I find myself considering all the changes that have happened in my life to bring me to this point in my writing. I started this blog as a way to promote myself, Star Catcher, and any future writing. I have long since fallen off with updating it regularly, much to my own disappointment and possibly that of others. Since going a second year in the dorms, obtaining roommates, and having lived in two different apartment arrangements, I feel I have lost that sense of freedom that I once had when I first was left to my own devices at college.
Now, I know I’ve rambled completely off topic I’m sure from my original intent for this post, but let me come full circle. Rereading sections of Star Catcher, Jayko’s character, while reserved and not without troubles, is happy and care-free. While I tried to capture some of that in the second story, I find he is less of the character he was, without depth and missing that extra energy. The setting of the story doesn’t help this in any way I suppose as I decided to start crumbling his world around him, but even with that, he should still be able to achieve that depth of character. I feel this is worse in the third story, where I have thrown him into the military war-machine in an attempt to mold him into the future character that I had set up so long ago. But I feel he’s losing that happy, care-free side of himself in all of this and that part of him needs to survive if I want to keep that depth for him. And truth be told, I’m probably describing my thoughts on this in the most side-ways way possible and this could all be attributed to random, delusional, late-night, caffeine-induced, introspective musings.
But, and I stress that ‘but’… I have gained several things that I know I need to do:
- I need to pick up a book again. Maybe a past book, one that I loved, get myself back into the series, reread it to bring back the enjoyment that I once felt when I first cracked it open.
- I need to reread Star Catcher. I need to get that feeling of the original story back in my brain. Hopefully I’ll be able to pick up on my old writing style and merge it back into my current stories, improve upon it, etc.
- Revisit character bios and get a feel for who my characters are again. I’ve lost touch with them, that much I can feel. I need to do more character spotlights and develop them, build upon old bios and flesh them out to get a feel of who they are in the current stories while retaining certain aspects from past stories.
- I need to write. Doesn’t matter what, I just need to start writing again. Not bi-monthly, not bi-weekly. I need to do some sort of writing at least every other day to pick up the pieces of my shattered creativity. (We’ll see how well I stick to this one. It is something I need to do however.)
I guess as the days march along I will find out if I will stick to any of these goals or if they are just random, delusional, late-night, caffeine-induced, introspective musings that won’t amount to more than another blog post. Here’s that I will.
Happy Holidays all! Finals are over for this term and break is well under way. I can’t say I’ve been doing as much writing as I would like to be, but I’ve had a scene that was spurred by a combination of music that I’ve been listening too and an idea that is to come in Jayko’s storyline–not too terribly far in the future from Star Catcher. I had to get it out of my head despite it being a couple of books away at the least. I can’t wait to get to this point in the storyline, but it needs a good amount of development before I’ll be able to reach it and dive into it fully. In the mean time however, enjoy this little excerpt from a future story. Cheers!
I know I say this almost every post that’s not a short story post or another scene for Black-Heart, but boy it’s been a while since I’ve actually put anything on here. And as you probably guessed it from the title, this post is going to be a little philosophical. Just a bit. There will be stuff about writing too, hopefully. Don’t worry.
You know how in high school how the advisers and teachers and everyone else is asking what we want do or be when we grow up? How they start pushing all us young students to choose a career path and decide who we are and want to be? I remember it. And call me a late bloomer, I’m still thinking about it. But, I have a feeling we all are still asking ourselves that deep down.
For most they push those questions of careers and future onto us around senior year of high school. Currently, it’s my senior year of college, so I’ve already made my decision in that regard. I thought I knew what I wanted to do. And I remember saying, “I’m going to go into Aerospace Engineering so I can go to space!” Then things changed. I missed the deadline for applying to University of Washington and instead got accepted to Oregon State University and University of Nevada, Reno. Both good engineering colleges, but not for Aerospace.
Ok, so maybe Mechanical Engineering is where I would want to start. It provides a good base for me to head into Aerospace. Sounds good to me, I’ll start with Mechanical, get a Bachelors, and then head up to UW to get a Masters in Aerospace. Good, I have a plan for the future.
Well, through the ups and downs of college. The hard work, long nights and repeated struggle to keep my GPA above water, mindset’s change and with them goals. Which keeps bringing me back to the question of what I want to be when I grow up.
It’s difficult to keep your goals and the reasons you started off with in sight when faced with repeated challenges that can seem rather daunting. I wanted to design and build spaceships. I wanted to be able to sit down at the drawing board and pull from my experience and knowledge the design for a ship that would best the space shuttle and bring the future of space travel into the now. That was my reason for starting into Mechanical and wanting to head for Aerospace.
Reality hits hard however and a decent dose of it can open eyes and turn heads. I learned that we’ve hit a bit of a wall with space travel. Monetary wise and technology wise. NASA no longer gets the funding it needs to put some of it’s far reaching ideas to work, and the technology to get us out there hasn’t changed in a while. We’ve optimized it down to the best of our current knowledge. Granted, SpaceX and the rest of the private industry are working their magic to take the next step and figure out how to go above and beyond what we currently have.
Where does that leave me however? Sitting at the library studying my ass off in hopes I don’t fail my next test completely. And it’s the fact that I’ve been doing that for several years now that’s gotten me thinking: Am I cut out for Engineering? I’ve made it this far, so why not? Am I going to ever get to go to space, to experience the worlds that I write about? Probably not in this lifetime– unless I want to become an astronaut and be a part of the crew on the International Space Station. Granted, that would be cool, but I want to go farther. But then, if I do want to go into Aerospace and try to get with a company like SpaceX, do I have the drive and dedication to stick it out for several more years to get my Masters? Even then will I still be able to get in with SpaceX? Do I even want to go to Grad School? What would I research if I did? Am I even interested in a specific area of Mechanical, or Aerospace Engineering to even want to get that in-depth with it?
That seems to be the one thing that’s been plaguing me the most. Am I interested enough in my chosen major or even specific aspects of that major that I want to work with it the rest of my life? So far I’ve encountered many things in engineering that have been “neat” and “cool” and “interesting”, but I haven’t found anything that stands out enough to me where I could say, “This is the coolest thing ever! I want to learn everything I can about this one thing and I would be happy doing this for the rest of my life!” And that troubles me. I look at everyone else around me and the majority of them have something that they want to do in engineering, some goal that they are working toward.
And this brings me full circle: What is my goal? What do I want to do with my life, with my degree? Well, I know the reason I got into engineering in the first place: to head up into space. Maybe that’s all well and good, but what’s the core of that want?
Let’s refine it a little bit: Ever since I can remember I’ve been obsessed (I guess you could call it that maybe) with science fiction, mainly the space opera genre. I love seeing the amazing star-ship concepts that people come up with to traverse the vast darkness of space and all the little technical details of those ships.
Ok, that’s a start. Let’s refine it some more: Well, I want to see those ships and everything that makes them work become a reality.
Good. Superb. That’s a helluva good reason to get into engineering. And that takes into account more than just Aerospace, right?
Sure, let’s follow that train of thought for a moment and make it a slightly more general statement, something to build off of: The reason I’m working to become a Mechanical Engineer is to see science fiction become a reality.
Let’s get building then.
When I see others’ goals in engineering, I feel they’re more geared toward the industry. “We’re going to revolutionize it and make it better, faster, more efficient with this component or gizmo.” This seems to be the driving statement behind everything in engineering.
That’s cool. But I’m not sold, completely. How about this? Let’s take this ridiculous, fantasmical concept that everyone thinks is fantasy and make it a reality. Screw optimization, lets get our hands dirty. Trial and error! Let’s build something from science fiction!
Now that I can get behind. Maybe that statement was there at the beginning when I started out in Engineering, but as the end of college nears, it’s all “specialize in this”, “learn how to do that”, “you’ll need it in the industry.” What if sitting behind a desk isn’t what I want? What if the reason I’m learning all this stuff isn’t to go out and be “successful” in life? Frankly I could care less about being successful in the industry. As long as I can build myself a ship that will traverse the stars, I could be the poorest man on the Earth and still be happy when I woke up every day.
Next question: How I am I going to go about achieving that?
Well, back to square one, I guess. At least I’ve determined a goal I can get behind. Maybe this is why I like writing so much. I get to create all this fantasmical tech and then put it into a universe where I can play with it.
I guess as long as I can write and keep making up crazy ideas for technology that I would like to see happen, I would be alright with living a mild-mannered life as long as I have someone to share it with, and a decent pay rate to keep myself elbow deep in my random hobbies and entertainment.
Well, that makes for an uplifting and slightly depressing blog post. At least, for me that is. Even being back at square one, I guess it helps that I can start somewhere with a better idea of what I want.
And the tl;dr version: Bit of an existential crisis. I’m a writer trying to be an engineer and an engineer trying to be a writer and it’s not doing me any favors with the choices that I’ve made.
As of late, well, let’s call it a while, I haven’t really kept up with blogging all that much. I’ve posted a few Random Short Stories, and more of Black-Heart, but not many ideas or updates on life or writing, which I feel is what people would rather read than waiting for a new update on Black-Heart. I know I get frustrated when my favorite web-comics don’t update on time. Regardless, I haven’t been active on the blog and that can drive readers away too. And if content is bland and there are days when I’m pretty bland– I digress though.
The reason I’m writing today is just what the title says. I’ve got some ideas and inspiration that have been popping into my head and I want to expand upon them.
Lately, when I’ve had a good chunk of time, I’ve been binging on an anime called Fairy Tail. Great anime in my opinion (if you are an anime fan or know what anime is. If not that’s ok too, just skip ahead). I describe it as a combination of Naruto and One Piece, silly but with some serious parts. Lots of epic battles and a great overarching storyline. Sadly it ends at episode 175. I hear it cuts out mid-story-arc, but I’ve heard a rumor (not sure if it’s true) that it’s going to start up again in September sometime. I’m hopeful!
All the epicness going on in the story-arc I’m in right now has been getting my mind whirling with ideas and epicness for my own stories. I’ve been fixated on Jayko lately and a specific scene which has been developing in my head. I want it to be epic and to have a multitude of things going on at once as it’s a battle scene. I’ve already posted about three parts of the scene as Random Short Stories. But there’s still more to come. I just haven’t worked it out completely yet.
So, far I’ve brought back the Commandos from a previously trunked story, set up a massive fleet for Jayko to command, taken that fleet to the doorstep of the enemy, dropped mechs right into the middle of a battlefield and set up the main characters to head into heavy fighting. I’ve got ideas whirling around that I need to develop on where the Commandos and Jayko have to fight their way to a key control center. I want them to encounter heavy resistance and to be not be able to stop the Wormhole Gate they are assaulting from being activated.
Trying to add on to the epicness that I’m trying to go for, Jayko calls in Helios Station, an ancient space station of massive proportions that drops from FTL into the middle of the space battle and absorbs the brunt of the energy projected into space by the Wormhole Gate, stopping it from opening.
What’s been difficult for me with all of this, has been trying to convey everything that’s happening in the battle at once, to give the reader a rush as they progress through the battle following the Commandos. To convey the size of the Gate and Helios Station. The awe as it drops into battle, scattering dreadnaught size battleships as it moves into position over the planet.
So my question to all you other writers out there is this: How do you convey something that’s supposed to be fast paced, that’s supposed to have something big happen that makes your characters stop and stare, and think, “Holy-sh–t!”?
And if you’re not a writer but a reader: What do you think makes a scene in a book give you that same feeling described above?
Laurel lay at the crest of the bluff overlooking the valley below. Set in front of her on it’s bi-pod, was here long-range kinetic scout rifle. It’s butt snugged up against her shoulder-plate, visor linked into its optics, she scanned the entrenched Ssin. Their silver-plated arched forms strode about on patrol around the perimeter set at the base of the mountains.
Large ground to air cannons had been set up around the valleys leading in to key points. Going in by ground seemed to be the only option to Laurel with the gravitational distortion enveloping the ring of mountains, preventing any orbital strikes on the area. Not to mention the Ssin fleet orbiting high overhead.
The valley below her that they had been tasked to recon was the most direct route into the Gate caldera, as Jayko had called it during their briefing. The wide opening into the valley from the grasslands was perfect for a joint air and ground attack. She knew it, and so did the Ssin.
The sun was heading toward the horizon, falling behind her. This strike needed to happen soon. Laurel could only hope that the info they’d sent up to the Arcayan advance vessel had made it back to Jayko and the rest of the fleet.
Catching movement through the scope, she saw the two figures of the twins moving quickly, nimbly through the Ssin fortifications in the valley below. They were heading back.
Good. They need to get their asses back up here. Both Tappen and Tarren had opted to set up some sabotage on the massive cannons protecting the valley entrance. Laurel panned ahead of them a ways to a Ssin patrol that was headed right for the twins.
Letting out a hiss of breath from between her teeth, she sighted in on the lead Ssin, mentally activating her radio. “Patrol, baring twelve hundred from your position,” she said as calmly as she could. Just watching them move through the Ssin forces put her on edge. “The Created”, as they were called by the Arcayans, were some of the fiercest and most deadly opponents that the squad had ever faced. And if they were allowed to live, they adapted quickly, so the next time they fought, there was no chance of survival.
“Come on,” she hissed quietly.
“Clear,” called back the twins in unison.
She let out a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding and panned away from the lean Ssin looking for the twins. They had vanished from their previous path and were no where to be seen.
“Just keep it quiet down there and get back up here in one piece.”
There was a double clicked response from their radios.
Now, where’s Ben? She scanned the hills leading up to the fortifications. He’d headed off to get a look from a different angle and had sent back some good intel from his recon. However, he was supposed to be back by now.
As if on queue, her radio came alive with his voice. “I’m on your six. What’s the sit-rep?”
“Glad to have you back. Twins are just finishing up on their end. Intel’s away, so we should be getting a response sometime soon hopefully,” replied Laurel. She felt Ben’s presence as he crawled up next to her on his elbows, a scope held in one hand.
“I don’t see ‘em down there,” he said scanning the fortifications.
“They skirted around a patrol.”
“I give ‘em two minutes.” Ben kept the scope up to his visor trying to locate them.
“Give us some credit,” came Tappen’s response from their radios.
“How ‘bout thirty?” chimed in Tarren. “We’re on your six.”
Ben grunted. “Now all we need is the cavalry, then we can really get this party started.”
Laurel reached out and flipped up the bi-pod on her rifle and started a backward crawl from the edge of the bluff, rifle cradled in her arms. When she was back far enough she sat back on one leg, and checked the charge on her rifle. Tappen and Tarren came up next to her, crouching. Ben joined them momentarily.
“Do you really think this is going to work?” he asked. “They have a helluva lot of defenses. Just between us.”
Laurel shook her head. “Don’t start. Everything is riding on this and you know it. You saw how serious those Arcayans were in orbit. I just wonder when they’re getting here.”
Ben nodded. Silent. Then, his head jerked up. “Holy shit.”
Laurel and the twins turned to look at what he’d seen behind them. At the same instant their radios came alive with chatter. “Heavies incoming! Look alive down there!”
“Strike cruisers! In atmosphere!?” cried out Ben in shock.
On the horizon the clouds had parted into a mist, whisked away by the drives of the array of Gamma-Class Heavy Strike-Cruisers that were descending from orbit onto a path right up the valley toward their position.
“Let’s kick the door in! Cover your heads!”
A pinpoint of light winked at tip of the cannon slung under the belly of the lead cruiser. Laurel and the squad threw themselves to the ground, covering their heads as the super-sonic round impacted on the gravitational distortion behind them. The ripple of the shock-wave engulfed the area in a roar of sound, light, and debris.
Even on their perch several clicks out from the Ssin fortifications, the squad felt the full force of the strike.
“I take what I said back! Who the hell authorized the firing of a Jump Cannon in atmosphere!?” shouted Ben over the noise.
Laurel uncovered her head as a shower of grit rained down on them, the dust from the impact clearing steadily. The roar gave way to the steadily increasing wine of afterburners. Looking up into the sky she caught sight of the first wave of starfighters as they blew by overhead, unloading a salvo of missile fire on the Ssin ground forces before pulling up to skim over the top of the distortion.
The Ssin fortifications went up in a hail of fire and explosions
Her radio speaker crackling with static from the initial blast, it alive on multiple channels, with orders being give and status updates coming in from hundreds of places at once.
“Weapons free, you are weapons free.”
“Jump Cannon online! Charging for another strike.”
“Ssin fighters incoming! Watch your six!”
Laurel slowly got to her feet as the next wave of fighters streaked by overhead, followed close behind by dropships of all designs. Almost immediately she picked out a familiar form and a familiar voice as well.
“Yeee-haw! We’re not missin’ the party are we?” came the voice of their pilot over the radio. Their dropship came in low, circling around and dropping down, hatches open. As Laurel watched, she spotted the figure standing in the doorway of the dropship, rifle strapped to his back, pistol at his hip, hanging onto one of the hand panic-bars overhead.
“Jayko!” called out Laurel over the radio.
Raising an armored hand, he waved them on-board. “Need a lift?”
“Hells yeah!” cried out the twins scrambling to their feet and hopping up into the bay with him. Laurel pulled herself in along with Ben and the dropship started to ascend.
Jayko touched the side of his helmet. “Recon team aboard. You may initiate the drop.”
“Drop?” asked Ben quizzically coming up beside Jayko and Laurel.
An Arcayan voice came over the radio. “Drop initiated. Impact in thirty.”
Jayko just nodded to the sky above them.
Laurel saw the form of the Arcayan Advance Vessel materialize in the sky high overhead, followed in the next second by twelve flaming comets streaking through the lower atmosphere. On the crest of the hill where they had been moments ago, the comets struck hard throwing soil and dirt into a cloud around them leaving craters in the green earth.
The twelve heavily armored mechs, stood, their limbs articulating, long heads on the swivel as they pulled out their cannon sized rifles from their backs, cradling them in four sets of mechanical limbs. Steam rose from their armor as they started to move forward, sighting in on the nearest Ssin ground to air cannon that was turning it’s aim from the sky to fire on them.
With a discharge of energy down the cannon sized rifle, the mech fired and the Ssin cannon erupted in azure fire shattering with a roar.
“Holy hell!” breathed Ben. “And I thought those things were impressive just standing in their bays.”
“Heck of a landing spot,” said Laurel remembering that they had just been standing on that bluff.
“A tactically sound spot for a landing. The Arcayans wanted to make sure you were out of harms way before dropping into the fight.”
“Nice of them to make sure we were clear,” retorted Ben.
The dropship juked wildly in the air. “Hang on,” called the pilot. “Fire’s getting heavy. We’re coming in to the LZ.”
“LZ, sir?” asked Laurel.
Jayko nodded looking over to her and un-holstering his rifle one handed. “You ready to take on some heavy fighting?”
“Always,” confirmed Laurel, checking the charge and ammo supply on her own rifle. Under her helmet, her gin on her face couldn’t have shown with more confidence.