Some days, no matter how much effort you put into something, you still come up short.
Some days, no matter how much effort you put into something, you still come up short.
“All that I desire to point out is the general principle that Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life, and I feel sure that if you think seriously about it you will find that it is true.”
I have been watching the world grow more and more cruel.
It’s not position I’d ever choose willingly, nor is it one that I occupy without actively opposing its growing strength. Nonetheless, this world we live in has brought me to it.
I can’t speak for others but I can tell you that, to me, the current state of the world is terrifying. Rather than being united against the overpowering darkness, we fight amongst ourselves… teach children to scream obscenities they don’t even understand… shed blood without bothering to realize that it’s all the same color when it’s spilling onto the ground… and there’s no end in sight.
It’s understandably disturbing to students of history: those that have studied the recurring patterns and the turbulent decades that follow.
It is just as disturbing, though, to those whose visions reach into the far future.
Seeing the current state of the world, I see the groundwork being laid for the dark futures some of us create. The toxic wastelands, unwarranted division of peoples, unchecked abuse by those who have managed to seize power… those nightmares crafted in the minds of the creative collective seem to be looming on the horizon.
I hope I’m over-reacting… but it is a little hard to tell.
And in other news:
The DayJob continues its quest to liquefy my brain.
Cheer season is in full swing and the youngest spawn has a full schedule until sometime in November (at least). Consequently, so do said spawn’s parental units.
We are back to triple-digit highs (37.7c and above, for those whose brains are metric) with thick clouds and random sprinkles.
And, just to make life interesting, I’m still writing and crafting as if none of the above items in this list have any bearing on anything.
This is today’s weather forecast. Did I mention that windshield wipers were necessary during the morning commute to the DayJob? Yes – it’s as miserable as it seems it would be… especially for the denizens the Central Valley who are so often reminded we should appreciate the fact that “it’s a dry heat.”
Speaking of the DayJob… it hasn’t quite sucked the life out of me – but it’s making a hell of an effort.
In other news…
I am still chipping away at the previously mentioned projects and, thanks to a comment on the Facebook page, have another one rattling around one of the currently unoccupied corners of my mind. Or maybe sharing space with another fledgling plot. It’s hard to tell, sometimes.
Youngest spawn has finished camp and cheer season has officially begun. Practice Tuesday and Thursday, games on Saturday. This (in addition to the DayJob and other year-round responsibilities) is my life for the next three months. You may “see” less of me out here in the etherworld, but if you happen to wander our direction in real life on a Saturday, you’ll probably end up at a youth football game. You’ve been warned.
In the grander scheme of things: the world in general (my country, in particular) continues its downward spiral. I fear the doomsday clock will move even closer to midnight next year – assuming they even wait that long to make the adjustment. I think, though, that’s all I’m going to say about that today.
I make no promises about what I may or may not say tomorrow.
Things are crazy here.
Even crazier than normal… unless, of course, you consider that all the pieces and parts are still… well… normal.
For me, at any rate.
The world seems to continue to spiral into madness (in a related note: Dissension is still free, but time’s running out). Seriously, folks, there really are things more important than who was cast in a TV show.
Closer to home, the Detwiler Fire in Mariposa County (central California) is not an immediate danger to us – but it’s devastating and my heart breaks a little more every time I see an update.
More than 74,000 acres have burned so far with only 15% containment.
Nearly 4,000 personnel are battling this blaze.
Even closer to home, the Day Job’s about to intensify exponentially and cheer season for the youngest spawn is right around the corner.
Then it will be back-to-school, and holidays, and…
Oh, and that cool story with the fantasy races in the post apocalypse? That’s still happening.
So’s another Rio Crew Novel.
And a couple other smaller projects that may or may not develop beyond brainstorming.
Eldest spawn is finally getting around to reading “1984″
She asked if I drew inspiration from it, mentioning that the writing of a particular scene reminded her of my work.
I was quite flattered by the comparison – still am, actually – but also perhaps a (not so) teensy bit disturbed.
Whatever your political favor or flavor, a well-written politically driven social apocalypse (with or without accompanying environmental damage and/or destruction) can be disturbing. Maybe even terrifying. But, in the end, books like this are written for one reason – to make people think.
I have told my children that “1984” is a must read, but never did I mislead them by calling it an easy one. When the eldest spawn asked if I’d drawn on it, I had to really think.
I am certain I did not intentionally attempt to channel Orwell’s voice… however, to say his work in general – and “1984” in particular – had no impact on me or my own work would be a complete and utter falsehood.
As a young reader, the voices of Orwell and Bradbury hypnotized and terrified me. As an adult, though the world has changed dramatically, the qualities of those voices remain constant.
I never considered my own voice among them, but apparently my sometimes insanely critical eldest spawn does…
There are things in my imagination – things that have found their way to pages – that are, at times, just a few steps this side of terrifying.
Either way, they make the brain work.
Regardless of the discomfort it may cause, thinking is one of the few things everyone can do to help keep the worlds of “1984,” “Fahrenheit 451,” and “Dissension” from slipping out of their bindings and into everyday life.
The ability to think is the essence of freedom.
So… until the end of July… here’s something to think about.
The Dissension ebook is free in nearly any format you might need.
Go ahead. Click the link.
The “real world” has grown exponentially more depressing and my desire to hide away from it all is hard to deny.
But, as someone occasionally accused of being a responsible adult, I can’t just heed the call of the blanket fort without considering the consequences.
Thankfully, the Muse has finally decided she’s seen enough of the copper coffee pots.
She has taken me back (or is it forward?) to the days after the end of the world: a decade after a few superpowers chose play the very dangerous and deadly game of Whose Bomb Is Bigger, Anyway? and ended up destroying civilization.
Some saw the way things were headed and prepared: shelters were built and stocked and, when the bombs began to fly, evacuations began. Some were barely large enough to keep a single family safe but others were designed to house the populations of entire cities.
Others preferred to stay above ground: to fortify what they could, help each other as much as they were able, and let fate lead them into the future.
Still others blindly trusted in divinity and bureaucracy: content to wait for government assistance and/or the hands of the Gods to scoop them up out of harm’s way.
Survival has done a lot of things to the races that lived here and has, in some cases, made matters worse.
Did I mention the fact that the so-called fantasy races never died out? That some of the largest and most secure bunkers belonged to elvish royals and some of the greatest ground-level safe-zones were built by humans and dwarves working together? What about the…
I’ll let you find out for yourself 🙂
It should be simple, right?
It’s time to buckle down and start earnestly working on new stuff.
Words just flowing from mind to page faster than the word processor can manage.
That’s the plan.
Some time (and a couple website face-lifts) ago, I spoke of my muse’s decidedly temperamental nature…
(I am, of course, being as diplomatic as possible…in case that finicky, selfish, agonizingly contradictory inkblot is currently reading over my shoulder.)
…and how I sometimes had to woo her with coffee, chocolate, and (sometimes undeserved) accolades of adoration and greatness.
Currently, she has me slogging through every old-to-ancient unfinished work she can direct me to locate. She allows me small changes to unimportant details. She even allows an additional sentence or two in the middle of the piece to clean up a scene. But when I get to the end of the draft…
Still, I try.
I have reached the point that I am emulating my real-life muse (may she rest in peace) and sit typing a tongue-twister buried in my brain from high school drama over and over again hoping the words will transform into something resembling a story.
Or the next part of a half-finished story.
Or anything at all, really, other than A quicker cup of coffee from a copper coffee pot.
Don’t laugh – it’s good typing practice 😛
At least she’s giving me that much.
Wisdom from one of my favorite TV hero/villains…
Make the plan.
Execute the plan.
Expect the plan to go off the rails.
Throw out the plan.
I have made plans, executed plans, and watched life send them flying off the rails.
Now, I’ve thrown out the plan.
And started again.
I was once accused of not being able to do anything half-assed… and that what I considered half-assed was more effort than most people put into anything.
I guess that’s why, when I said I was going to start working, I jumped into a half-baked story that seems to need quite a bit more fermentation before it’s ready to be presented to the world.
While it brews, though, there’s something coming to a boil…
A world (in a different dimension) that evolved in-line with ours with one major difference – those races we know as “fantasy creatures” and “faery” are the dominant species. Mankind, as we know it, is greeted with the same sort of skepticism (and belief in them met with the same sort of stigma) as exists here.
But, like our world, there are folks who truly believe…
Intelligent, respected folks…
Getting someone to believe, however, is another matter entirely.
Not sure how much dimension-hopping will happen… but I think it’s going to be fun 🙂
First, let me say that rumors of my demise have been exaggerated.
For the most part, anyway.
It amazes me that it’s been nearly a year since the major reconstruction of the site and, sadly, since my last entry.
The sad truth of my absence is a simple one: I haven’t been able to write.
I’ve managed a page here and there, but nothing that really came together.
There are many factors in play – depending on who you are, you may know them. Or they may not matter to you in the slightest. I’m not sure there’s much middle-ground on this one.
The important part, though, is that I’m back… or working my way back, as the case may be.