Showing posts with label Sunlands. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sunlands. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Oops - Wrong Character

Before I get into my word count status, let me just say that I am an idiot. This isn't a shock to many of you. I sat down at the keyboard this morning determined to hammer outs lots o' words. So I sat there. And I stared. I finally started typing. The words came on with the speed of erosion, and were just about as productive to my story growth.

I was writing from the POV of an assassin who just missed his target and had to retreat. He was beyond pissed. He was looking for a fight and wanted to tear someone limb from limb, beat them with said limbs and then kick them while they were down. The passage seethed with emotion and barely restrained violence. I mean, he was this primo assassin and he'd missed! Because of some freak accident! It all makes sense, right?

WRONG!

I'd previously described him as a cold, remote man who saw her death as just another job - a tick-mark on his To-Do List. He doesn't want to kill her - has no need to maim or cause pain. But he doesn't care that someone wants to end her life prematurely either. Even if he'd liked her he'd kill her because it's his job and he said he would. That's who this guy is, not some boiling cauldron of emotion.

Grrr. Highlight passage - delete. Words gone. Word count back to zero. :( And I liked that passage too. Oh well. I did save it in case I do come across a just-failed emotional assassin later...

As for word-count, yesterday was just as difficult as I expected it to be. I was so blasted tired, that if I hadn't come up with this plan for November, I would have bailed on writing yesterday. (I think that by writing at all yesterday, I'm pursuing the spirit of my intent) As it was, I got just under 500 words written, not quite half of my goal. Although technically I'm still on track since I went over by 500 words on Sunday, I'm going to try to over-write today also. So far I'm at 800 words, and I'll write some more this evening after the kids go to bed. I need to spend some more time today plotting before I'm ready to write again. This is where plotting out the story ahead of time would be helpful. Pantsing is not so good for a consistently high word count.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

SciFi Snippet

Because I have nothing to really talk about today, here's a snippet from Sunlands, my SciFi novel. Enjoy!

Then they let Sergeant Ortelli in. He stepped into the room and almost missed a step when he saw Lora, but came to attention despite the burning questions in his eyes.

“Sergeant, I don’t suppose you have any credits I could borrow?” she asked sweetly.

He broke attention immediately. “My Coravi, aren’t you carrying around your own credits yet?” but he was reaching into his trouser pockets nonetheless.

She laughed delightedly. “Not to worry, Sergeant. Save your credits. I learned my lesson and have my own. I was actually hoping you would help me put another arrogant man in his place.” The first time Ortelli had come to her attention, he was in her honor guard on an excursion into the city. Yet another of her attempts to right a wrong had almost failed thanks to his then commanding officer. With Ortelli’s help, and his credits, things had worked out. Ever since, she’d had a special fondness for the kind-hearted rascal.

He rubbed his hands together. “You know that old dog Warski did something to jack up his career? He has patrol duty now. In the north. Far north.” They shared a laugh at his old commander’s fate. The man had not been well-liked. “I’d be delighted to help. Things have been sorely dull since you left.”

She explained her need to obtain the records from the herbalist. “You’ll be acting on my authority. While I would like the operation to go smoothly and without offending too many people, if you start getting push-back, feel free to throw my weight around.”

“How many is too many people to offend?” He smirked.

“You’ll know you’ve jacked things up once you’re on patrol duty up north reporting to Warski again.”



Friday, August 7, 2009

Writing Research

I'm amazed that I actually got a decent word count in yesterday and the day before despite lots of time spent in research. How to survive under freezing conditions and the types of animals in various cold spots around the world were the majority of my research. The National Geographic Animals site was most helpful, as was How Stuff Works. I think Quint needs to have a run-in with a wild predator. What do you guys think?

As for word count, here's how I rounded out the week:
Monday: Gladiator - 200, SciFi - 200 (boo)
Tuesday: Gladiator - 775, SciFi - 450 (yay)
Wednesday: Gladiator - 450, SciFi - zippo (meh)
Thursday: Gladiator - 450, SciFi - 800 (yay)

At this rate, I might actually finish Gladiator sometime in the next couple of years. :( Sigh. On the other hand, I just hit the halfway point on the SciFi novel (which is currently titled The Sunlands, btw).

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Sci Fi Weaponry

Remember when I said I was going to ping you guys about ideas for weapon technology for my sci fi novel... in a couple of days? Yeah, that was like 3 weeks ago, so here I am, right on schedule with that!

Previously, I ran my fire-power ideas by a few friends, and came out on the other side with a line of knives (plas-blades), an area of effect paralyzation gizmo, 3 basic hand-held pistol types and 3 rifle types. I've got stunning, mid-range power, single-shot large creature take-down capabilities, area of effect and sniping options all taken care of.

Here's what I could use from you guys:
  • Besides the weapon types listed above, can you think of anything else I might need?
  • I'm avoiding laser type weapons and currently debating whether to have the ubiquitous "blaster" weapons, "pulse" weapons (whatever those are) or a mix of the two. What do you guys think? Are there other options I'm unaware of? I really don't want to come up with my own. I'm having a hard enough time coming up with the society, religion, clothing, food, medicine, and the list goes on...
  • Do you have any ideas on restraints (either to contain creatures in an area or to restrain appendages)?
If you have any thoughts on this stuff, leave your ideas in the comments section, along with a variation of your name that you'd put to a weapon if it makes it into the book. For example, a friend of mine unintentionally inspired one of my weapons, the Markee-03 (often referred to as the M-aught-three), so he'll be immortalized in my scifi novel if it ever gets published and if the editors let me keep the name in there.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

SciFi Snippet

1750 words written on my scifi novel yesterday PLUS I hammered out details on my futuristic weaponry - woohoo!! I'm almost ready to present it to you guys to ask your opinion on it. I was itching all weekend to get to work on this scifi novel after I had some breakthroughs with the plot, but was just wicked-tired the whole time. In honor of yesterday's writing binge though, here's another snippet from it.

By the time this scene starts, Loranya has found out what exactly she's pregnant with (but you don't know!!! nanner, nanner, nanner!), and she's also discovered that her brother, the Coravos (ruler) of Andiri, has been poisoned. She's gone to a hotel, the Anyaver, to get rigged out in her Coravi regalia so she can return to the Courts in a position of power. She's now visibly back to looking like one of the Andiri ruling family - brown, gold and peach colored hair, gold rims around her eyes, peach colored skin, and gold tips to her fingernails. If you read my short story, A Little Piece of Home, another character in this scene should be familiar to you... Here it is:

She certainly looked the part, as confirmed by the reflection viewer. Too bad she didn’t feel as regal as she looked. Her whole life here as future Coravi had been one misstep after another. Nothing she’d done had been right. Every time she tried to act the way she thought the heir should, she’d been berated for being an embarrassment. Finally, she’d left. Now she was back, but would her choices be any better this go round? She was essentially the same person.

The door tone pealed, breaking into her thoughts. A check through the view panel revealed a lean, taciturn man with solid brown hair and the dark skin tone of a commoner. He was dressed in loose pants and a tunic in unrelieved brown. A closer look revealed a subtle, yet intricate level of detail and embellishment, but of the same brown, so it wasn’t immediately noticeable. In addition, he stood as if completely commanding the space around him.

A man of contradictions. Somehow she doubted that he was a mere hotel employee or her driver. Curious.

She released the door lock. As soon as the panel slid back, he entered the room, his eyes locked on hers. Again, a deep solid brown that bespoke a common heritage. The look in them was anything but.

“Coravi Loranya Vershtul Quandirr.” Her full name from this man’s stern lips was a shock. “Your transportation is ready.”

She tilted her head to the side, eyes narrowed. Her arrival at the courts wouldn’t have the needed effect if it was already common knowledge.

He answered the unasked question. “I recognized you when you arrived.”

Brown and gold eyebrows raised. “When I arrived, I looked nothing like this. And I don’t know you.”

His head dipped in acknowledgement. “But you are known to me. And I always study new arrivals. This is my hotel.”

Well, that explained some things - like his forceful attitude. “You mentioned transportation.”

“Indeed. My personal glide and driver are at your disposal.”

“I requested a hired glide of the front desk.”

“Be that as it may, you have the use of my vehicle.”

Was he trying to garner some royal appreciation? “That’s very generous of you and quite unnecessary.”

“My Coravi will not be transported in a glide for hire. You have the use of my glide and driver for as long as you need them. The driver also has instructions to act as guard should you need it. He’s fully qualified for such.”

She decided to speak plainly. “Why are you insisting on this? I distrust such overtures.”

“As well you should. My motives are unhindered by greed or self-advancement however. I will explain.” He clasped his hands behind his back and widened his stance. “When you were younger, you did a kindness to my mother. She was servant to a Leo and was ill. While making a social visit, you witnessed a scene where she was reprimanded for laziness. She would have been beaten atop being ill had you not intervened. You removed her from the Leo’s control, ordered that he pay her back wages as well as greater compensation for requiring that she work while ill. Then you placed her with an agency that taught her better skills. You gifted our family with better lives and returned some measure of pride to my mother. You told her that she was worth more, that we were all worth more. It became a family motto of sorts.”

She remembered that incident well. As with every other time she’d tried to do something as Coravi to help someone, there had been complications. Her father had not appreciated her intervention, claiming that interfering in the way the nobility ran their households was not part of her purview. The Leo had been a friend of her father’s and she’d caused him embarrassment. It had been just one misguided incident of many, but she was glad to see some good had come of it.

“That in itself would have been enough,” he continued on. “But then, as a terra-analyst you were instrumental in placing a distant cousin of mine in charge of one of the new NatLife agri-businesses, despite accusations of corporate espionage leveled against him. So, you see, whether as heir to the throne or not, you have been a caretaker of my family, just as those in your role are supposed to be. There is nothing you could ask of me that I would not offer for your use. We would still be pulling produce from dispo-units for meals if it weren’t for you. If we were even still alive at all.”

Lora almost took a step back at his vehemence. His voice never wavered over the course of the retelling. He certainly didn’t look humble or appreciative. But she sensed his tension. And his sincerity. This was a proud man who’d pulled himself up from nothing. Now he was confronted with a living, breathing reminder of how low he’d once been, and that he’d needed another’s help to achieve his current status.

“If your cousin was Hermio, he was a rare, good find. He was falsely accused by his previous employer.”

The man nodded his head. “Most wouldn’t have cared enough to discover the deception.”

“It was in my best interests.”

He raised one dark brown eyebrow at her claim to selfishness. “Was it also in your best interests to have his previous manager investigated and arrested so that Hermio’s name was cleared?”

“What makes you think I had anything to do with that?”

“Tell me you didn’t, give me your word as Coravi, and I’ll believe you.”

They stared at each other in silence until he gave a small, satisfied smile. Lora thought she saw a dimple almost peek out. Wouldn’t that be incongruous on such a severe man? “So what is your name?”

“Jorand Achlavor.”

“Thank you for the use of your personal glide and driver, Jorand. I accept.”

Some of the tension left his shoulders. He nodded.

Then something that had been niggling at the back of her mind since he started his stories caught her attention. Loranya Vershtul. The Anyaver. “My name – you used my name for your hotel.”

Again he nodded his head, this time in more of a bow. “I suspected you’d figure it out quickly.”

“I’m honored.” She searched his face and felt completely unsuited for the trust that he placed in her. “And unworthy.”

“You do not see yourself clearly.” He moved back towards the door and opened it, dismissing her concerns. “If you should need anything during your efforts to right the situation at the Courts, do not hesitate to call on me.”

Her glittering eyes blinked twice. “How do you know that’s why I’m here?”

He shrugged and his mouth hinted at the faintest of smiles. “It is who you are.”

She had to prove to this man that she wasn’t the all-knowing Coravi he seemed to think. “I didn’t know about my brother’s situation until I got on-planet. That’s not why I’m here.”

He tilted his head to the side. “You won’t leave without fixing it, regardless. The All-Being simply arranged a different reason to bring you here when we needed you.”

Part of her was warmed by his faith. The rest was just terrified. But if he was willing to help… She made a split-second decision. “I need a piece of equipment delivered to the Courts. I don’t know who I can trust there any longer. It’s highly specialized, so I have no idea how quickly you’ll be able to find it. I need it there yesterday.”

Something warm kindled in his eyes for just a moment. Then he was all business again. She described the terra-analyst’s rig to him.

He nodded. “It shall be done as you command.” He picked up her bags and led her to the waiting glide. He spoke briefly with the driver and sent the transport on its way.

What an odd encounter, she thought as they zipped through the midday traffic to the center of the city. Somehow, he’d managed to completely distract her from her worries about her brother, the pending confrontation in the Courts, and even the baby nestled under her heart. She felt stronger than she had, more sure of herself.

She would get control of Andiri for her brother.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

SciFi Novel Info & a Wee Bit of Free Fiction

I finally decided that yes, I am going to combine the SciFi short stories I'd been working on into one novel-length work. It concerns the woman I introduced in the Little Piece of Home short story I posted a couple of weeks ago. You can read that story by clicking the link on the sidebar. Yesterday I combined the two short stories I'd written and the huge chunk that I'd started after those and found that I have about twice as much done on this SciFi novel (working title of The Sunlands) as I do on Quint's book, Gladiator. Sorry Quint. It's just under 40,000 words in length right now, so about 2/5ths of the way through.

Edited to add: The first portion of this novel was originally a short story titled Simki and won an Honorable Mention from L. Ron Hubbard's Writers of the Future contest. I have since found out that only between 3 and 10% of the entrants get to the Honorable Mention point, so I'm pretty excited about this!

To celebrate my decision, I thought I'd post the first 1,000 or so words for you all to read. Hope you enjoy it! Let's hope none of you are having a problem like Loranya wakes up to. I really don't think you could, but...

Loranya Vershtul Quandirr became aware of the soft beeps and hisses from the surrounding machines. Like a lumbering creature wading through mud, her mind emerged from the lethargy that stasis invoked. It wasn’t quick and it wasn’t smooth.

As always, her thoughts settled on how much she hated stasis. The term stasis sounded so tame. So innocuous. As if the body were just locked in place like a piece of luggage for transfer. It wasn’t like that at all.

No. Organic bodies were too delicate to make it through the warp jumps intact. So they had to do… things… to them. Things that changed their density, their ability to withstand pressure. The procedure was conducted all the time, in every corner of the universe, from the All-Being’s united worlds to the Scarl’s martial colonies. Even the worthless Antagors used it. It was perfectly safe - administered by experts and highly specialized machines.

But it was her body. The only one she had. What if they jacked it up? What if they couldn’t return her body to its pre-stasis condition?

Despite the temporary paralysis, her mind was awake and floating from one thought to another as identity, personality and memory slowly reformed.

Her thoughts skipped to something about a man - her brother - and a woman with pale, pale sea green skin. A… what were they? Ah, yes – a Corline. But that made no sense. Her brother would never take up with such a tenuous ally as a Corline. She forced her mind back to the issue. What had the issue been again?

She caught a snippet of memory. This jump had been the only time she’d actually looked forward to the stasis procedure. The trip across sectors to Isiris-Five, home system of Andiri took six day-cycles. Six days of numbness. Of not thinking. Of not mourning. The respite had sounded like an undeserved blessing. But what had she been mourning? Who had died? Did she really want to remember? Could she get them to halt the stasis right here, before life descended on her again?

But it was too late. Memory stretched before her and snapped into place. She’d wanted to forget her lover and the terrified, revolted look on his face when she’d told him he’d somehow gotten her pregnant despite their anti-conception patches. And the fact that he’d found a jump ship and was two sectors away by the next morning.

As tradition dictated for her race, she’d connected mentally with the baby. She, who’d run from most everything else in her life under the belief that she was unsuited and unworthy, had decided to stand firm and be there for her child. She might still be a completely unsuitable mother, but by the All-Being’s mercy, she was going to try. She’d made plans, done her best to ensure that they’d both have a future to be proud of.

And then her little one had died. She’d woken one morning and known the baby hadn’t survived. Technically, she had still been pregnant. Her body hadn’t flushed the baby from her system yet. But the baby was gone. She had been alone again.

Her superiors had granted her an indefinite leave from NatLife. She’d planned to go home for a time, back to the Sunlands. Back to the brother she’d left behind and the responsibilities she had felt so unsuited for.

So here she was, wanting to run again – from the pain, the frustration, the self-hatred, the confusion.

Simki? The voice whispered into her mind.

Her thoughts stuttered to a halt.

What? The thought escaped before she could control it.

I help. Help Simki. No sadness.

Her rational mind pursued the mental connection, like blind fingers following a rope. It was close. It was… her whole body jerked towards her womb, but didn’t get far, thanks to the stasis.

That voice. It was coming from within her, where her baby had been.

But that wasn’t her baby.

The sound, the feel, everything was different. Her baby was dead. This baby, if baby it was, was older than her child. Hers had not yet mastered mind-speech, and wouldn’t have for another term and a half. Chills swept her.

What was this in her belly?

Scorch this bedamned stasis! She couldn’t even scream for help, couldn’t shout for someone to come explain to her how she’d gotten through three terms of pregnancy in only six day-cycles. What in the Sunlands had happened while she’d been unconscious? Her heartbeat accelerated as much as it could under the effects of stasis and she felt chilled. Maybe it really wasn’t six day-cycles later. Had her ship been hijacked for some bizarre breeding program? Was that even possible?

Then another thought struck her and she paled. Where was her own baby? She needed it, needed his remains to burn to ashes for his brick in their stirizna, their family wall. How could she put him to rest with his ancestors if she didn’t have his organic matter? His soul would never rest, never have peace or know his own kind. He’d wander for all eternity!

No sadness, Simki.

If she could have shied away from the voice in her head, she would have. Bittersweet nostalgia flooded her. Was it a betrayal of her own child to relish the return of this connection? But what was she talking to? How had it gotten inside her? Could talking to the fetus help clarify things? And why was it calling her Simki? Only one way to find out.

What’s a Simki? She asked.

You. Second mother.

Wha- What?

Second mother. Simki.

Second mother! She was expected to actually raise this thing as her own young? Her fingers twitched, and then flexed. There was something in her hand. She glanced down and then struggled to raise her hand and lift her eyelids. There. Just enough to see it. A data chip. Not hers. The effort exhausted her and she collapsed back to the pad.

Did this chip explain what was going on? Once she’d greeted her brother, this chip would be her first order of business.