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It’s a Monday. Hardly slept last night, but dealing with some physical issues that had ground me down. Took stock and realized that basically starting Memorial Day, so four months of hell. Gonna take some time to recover. Brain’s back. Body to follow.

Just really having a hard time winding it up this morning. On the brighter side, I finished Marrakesh #5 last week. Fabulous Publisher Babe™ has done five covers now and will be putting things up for pre-order in the near future.

Last Stand does not END at twelve, but Season One does. I have other stories I want to tell at some point, but as with The Science Officer, I needed to take a long emotional break first. And have a bunch of other stories I want to tell at some point. (Plus a list of open series you’ve never read because I want to write them all before putting them out.)

After Marrakesh, I wrote another Reilly episode of Scattered Tribes, and just finished another Holden episode this morning. (5 and 7 respectively, so 13 done at present.)

Taking a break to write this because I am not sure what comes next. Got lots, but maybe need more coffee after this.

Musically, I got the first backing tracks from English Paul for the next song. I’ve wanted to do a version of the Skye Boat song for a while.

Some background: In junior high, some forty years ago, I did the Skye Boat song as a vocal performance. Last year, about this time, the whole thing surfaced in my mind one morning.

For those of you who don’t know, my internal monologue usually has a soundtrack playing. Literally, some song going in the background while I work, think, do. That Monday, that was what was playing.

I did a lot of research and found all the versions folks have done, from the Baron who wrote the original poem in the 19th Century, to Robert Louis Stevenson’s version. Much more recently, Outlander used a different version as their theme music.

At the time, Paul was packing furiously to move to Los Angeles when his missus got a great new job, so we worked on Time To Say Goodbye with the time we had, laying down my vocal tracks, then waiting while he moved, rebuilt his studio, then got his life more or less together.

I work in Musescore when composing. Write the lyrics, plink away at an electronic keyboard until I have the melody, then write it down on the computer. In this case, once I was generally happy, I recorded a set of demo vocals and sent everything to him, along with a list of instruments I wanted on the track.

He’s been at that off and on for a few months, but has stuff for me to work with. My job this week is to go through the music section by section and offer modifications. Then rerecord my vocals twelve or fifteen times so he has tapes to work from to mix and produce a final cut.

At the same time, I’m slowly teaching myself how to use Garageband for the mac to create a full demo myself, mostly to better understand instruments. The only musical instrument I ever really learned was the human voice, which doesn’t do chords. And my time with the bass guitar never really went that far.

Starting kinda cold, and I have to do everything, so progress is slow. On the other hand, I came across “That Old Flame” by Don Henley off the Cass County album and really liked the way the backbeat drives, so I’d working on doing something with some rock and roll. (Paul does not do rock and roll, regardless of what he might tell you.)

Past that, I’m creating maps and history for the fantasy rpg, after losing so much brain space over the summer. And watching the leaves in front of me turn yellow and brown as October progresses.

It brings me a certain peace. That and the other trees. I need some mental down time. I’ve been upholding everyone else for several months that I’m running on fumes a lot of the time. All in the name of a good cause. And good fiction.

Draining nonetheless.

Hopefully, everyone else is holding things together nicely and we can all progress along on our monday.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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OCTOBER!

Newsletter went out this morning because I’m being a little lazy. Story will go out tomorrow, because I got a D&D game tonight and don’t feel like cramming it all in this afternoon.

I’m hoping that summer is officially over. From basically Memorial Day on I have been going like hell constantly. Grinding in a bad way. Plus a dry cough only slowly fading from that damned head cold. Been running on about 8 spoons per day, instead of my usual 10.

Yuck.

However…

Brain kinda woke up on the table-top rpg I’ve been working on, with a whole slew of new ideas, clarifications, etc. Feel like I’m getting close in my head to being able to explain it to someone and maybe start some rough engine testing to make sure it all works. I mean, the concepts are based on things I’ve done. Games I’ve played. Shit should work, but I have to get it all out of my head and onto paper then get someone else to read it.

Engine is solid. Context is Fantasy. Setting is a place I’m calling The Five Duchies. Working out a lot of history of an area. Maps. Monsters. Peoples.

I will go on record as saying I dislike level based games with a fire bordering on loathing. I understand and appreciate that they make it easy for new players to learn and understand, but they limit the ability to really create interesting concepts. There are only about 6-8 paths for each of ten or so classes, so you can actually build every possible combination. It’s like chess that way. Or go. I prefer wider-open table top games, like Warhammer 40k or Flames of War. You have a million times more possible combinations, because its about points.

This game will be about points. Spend them as you see fit to build the character you want to play. If you ever played the Hero/Champion system in the wayback, not that messy, but still open to your creativity.

So getting there.

On the writing side, I’ve gotten really close to finishing the fifth Marrakesh novel. Right at 37,000 this morning. Probably 42-45,000 when done. Maybe a bit more, depending, but done this week easily.

Reread the 11 Scattered Tribes stories I have written so far, and am getting ready to push forward with some more. I’ve got around 55k words here, and Book One feels like it should be around 150k, if I want to be in the realm of Epic [SPACE] Fantasy. Because swords, sorcery, and starships. Why the hell not?

And it gives me a lot of space to wander with, and new ways to tell story. Hopefully, you’ve been enjoying what you’ve seen so far. If you have questions, please ask, because you are the only people who have seen any of this to date.

After I write several more stories of Holden and Reilly, I’ll circle back maybe to some Beckett. Maybe Corsac Fox #5. Heather #2 also, but that will require a bit of planning, because again, huge, and I have to center it all in my head before picking that thread up.

Autumn is upon us. (I’d say the fall, but then I have to specify that I’m not talking about the end of human civilization as we know it. At least as yet.) Weather had turned cool drizzly this morning.

Fabulous Publisher Babe™ made a fantastic brisket yesterday. Just sliced it up a few minutes ago. She has a pork roast going today. Her diet has transitioned to 99% meat, so we’re using the new pellet grill to make big things, then munching on them for days at a time. I have more flexibility, so I keep frozen chimichangas, salad, and ramen handy to go beyond just MEAT! as a lifestyle.

Pushed publish yesterday on Boundary Shock Quarterly #24 (Science Fiction Holidays) and Blaze Ward Presents #7 (Every Tomorrow Worse?). I’ll update both websites as soon as the distributors get back to me with confirmations. Links next week.

Past that, more reading for BSQ 025 (Gulliver’s Other Travels) and more writing. More musical work. More rpg work. More Kung Fu. Keeps the body and mind sharp, and that’s really want I ask for as I get older.

Hope your Monday isn’t gnawing too badly on your leg.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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So the head cold has mostly gone away, but I’m still hacking crap up out of my lungs a week later. Not bad, but just generally ick. The last two weeks haven’t helped.

Best friend’s divorce was finalized on Friday. He discovered he was getting divorced in early August.

Then Saturday, we held the service for Pastor Mike, another of my dear friends. When you meet Brother Cormac in a couple of months, you’ll meet Pastor Mike, because I wrote every word he said as though it came from Mike’s mouth. And Mike really was like that. Sorry for those of you who never got a chance to meet him.

Service went well. Two of his daughters were there, with the oldest and his son not. (Not that anyone was surprised.) Saw a couple of folks that I haven’t in years. Parts of various old and no longer functioning gaming groups, because those things evolve over time. Personalities clash. Priorities change. Life happens.

Afterwards, the current gaming group moved to a nearby restaurant and had our own semi-private wake. The old farts. Mike’s gaming group.

Both of his daughters went out of their ways to let me know how much I and the others had meant in his life. And my wife points out that we kept him mentally sharp, at a time when his health was in decline and it might have been easier to slide with it.

He was an amazing man, and I’ll miss him. September officially sucks.

August was supposed to be the low point. Fabulous Publisher Babe™ points out that Piper and I will both probably have our low points this last weekend, and aim for bouncing more or less back by October 1. Worthy goal. We’ll see when I get there.

About 35k on Gator’s story. Major firefight at the end going on. Full automatic and lots of explosions, so it’s going to be a bloody mess when I finish it. Lots of corpses, which is unlike what I normally write, but more appropriate for thriller, which this is. Will finish it this week and move on.

Next up is the fifth Marrakesh novel. Having fun with this one.

For the Cole Braddock “Commander Machesky” stories, I sat down with TOS and mined it for story ideas. For Marrakesh, I started off with Star Fleet Battles (the old table top tactical simulator) and then dug pretty deep into TNG. One thing that struck me was how much Star Trek is Space Fantasy, with magic, gods, time travel, and whatever other silliness comes up.

I try to write a more sober and less-fantasy space adventure. Marrakesh has no aliens, no gods, and no time travel. No Q-level beings wandering around like Gandalf handing out quests. No ancient evil prophesied to be defeated by whoever.

Just exploration and adventure.

But I sat down with the episode list of TNG’s middle seasons (once they had found their footing) and started looking for ideas that would be fun. Found several, but only writing one immediately. Maybe I’ll write several more as I go. Actually, I’m planning that, but everything slots into a writing schedule somewhere. More Corsac Fox. More Chace Haig. More Gator. More Beckett Fernsby.

Busy time. Good busy. Not depressed so much as mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted by it all and ready to move forward. 11 hours of sleep two nights in a row have helped. Fall slowly arriving around here (rained like hell last night) also improves things.

And I started fulfillment of the Kickstarter campaign for Corsac Fox #2: Mistaken Identity. Look in your bookfunnel library if you backed it. Postcards and paper going out soon, too.

Not much past that. Writing. Planning. Publishing. Will finish off Season One of Last Stand in December, along with Science Officer #13. Marrakesh will fill the first chunk of 2024, then more Corsac, then Air Pirates of Cyrenaica.

Hope your Monday is good. Mine is moving along nice enough.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Ugh. Had a headcold last week (presumably con crud, but only in the head). Sneezing Wednesday. Coughing it up Thursday. Basically just weak and listless on Friday. Then I gave it to Fabulous Publisher Babe™. She’s almost over it, but a couple days behind me.

Sitting to write the last few days. Not caught up, but kept up and chipped away a bit as I went. The Light Thriller is about 20k done. Got inspired by reading the first Gray Man novel. Not by the Gray Man himself, who is an unkillable ubermenshen death machine that makes Batman look like an emo teen by comparison.

Instead, at Bouchercon, Matt and I talked about the first group of profession ex-special-forces killers that the Gray Man annihilates. They were the guys in the transport aircraft.

Apparently, Exfiltration is one of the best kept secrets in SOCOM. And anywhere else.

But I got to thinking. Everybody is writing about that superguy assassin, who gets in and gets out. I wanted to create the team that you hire to get in there and rescue/evacuate the hero from the situation, when he’s being chased by a convoy of angry arabs with machine guns, or whoever your villains are this week.

Got a team built. Got a novel going. No idea what I’ll call either, but the main guy is called Gator, because he runs mostly submerged. And he was born Cajun, but raised in Los Angeles. Exotic cars. Lots of guns. An all-female sniper team. Gomez Addams emotional descendant.

I’ve tried to make this one rich with personalities. And fun. Much more violent than some of the things I write, but the genre measures blood by the bucket, and I have to appeal to those folks.

So gun porn. And aircraft porn. Both things I can do well, with a little research.

In the background, I’m also working on building a caper team. Somewhere between Parker and Dortmunder, two of my favorite characters, but it is utterly amazing how dated the books are.

We don’t take into account what cell phones, laptops, and the internet have done to fundamentally alter the shape of our civilization. In one of the Parker books, he robs a movie theater late on a Sunday night, when they will have the whole weekend’s box office in the safe.

Cash.

When was the last time you paid cash for a movie ticket? Or at a grocery store? Or most other places?

And everybody carried a camera and video camera with them at all times these days, too. You’ll notice how few UFO sightings there have been recently.

So, the world has changed. I wrote something in 1991 that included being able to simply travel to London and vanish, because calling England from the States in those days was a complete pain in the ass.

These days, you need their number and the right calling plan.

So Caper has to look different. Think different. And I don’t want to write the low-hanging fruit crap that I keep finding when doing research. And not the “Good Guys” like Leverage (my wife’s favorite tv show), where they are getting even with somebody and righting wrongs.

Nope, stealing shit. And generally getting away with it.

In my mind, kinda the perfect inverse of a private detective novel, where someone hires the detective to see justice done.

Here, you hire a guy to see crime done. And that might be the tag line, thinking about it.

Finally, planning on the fifth Marrakesh novel. Space Adventure. Mission of the Week like ST:TOS or TNG. Character development arcs, but not long story arcs.

Currently, thinking thoughts about Exoarchaeology. Archaeology in space, but not xeno- because no aliens. Instead, several generations of human civilizations that have come and gone, leaving traces on various worlds for our heroes to uncover as they search.

What I’m hoping to do is create some Space Cryptids for color. Think Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. But in a space setting where A’Zedi spans dozens of worlds and is currently at war with Wronlori. With a few others kinda involved on the sides.

Got any fun ideas for how you might do Space Vampires? Or intergalactic Plasma Space Dragons? No idea too silly, but many of the suggestions so far have been tame. (Yes, I am aware of the New Jersey Devil. Dream bigger.)

Let me know.

And have a lovely week. I’m dealing with some things at this end, but I’m dealing.

You make sure to take care of yourself.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monday. Just got back last night from Bouchercon 2023 in San Diego, which is why you don’t have your story for September yet. Planning on doing all that in a few hours, but I’m still digging out and will be for a few days.

In the meantime, I gots news. Of a sort, at least.

Bouchercon is a Mystery convention for both readers and writers. And there were lots of both. Met some fantastic and fascinating people. Made some good connections I need to follow up on. Might have created at least one new magazine, but I gotta do some work on refining ideas and then recruiting players. WAY TBD.

Also got interviewed a couple of different times by Authors on the Air podcast while I was there. (https://www.youtube.com/c/Authorsontheair) All audio, and they will have to be sorted and loaded, but look for me and Bouchercon 2023 and it will get up there eventually.

And we’re still trying to break publishing, so it was more or less a four day mastermind with Matt and others as we had ideas and wrote them down.

Plus, it was a mystery convention, and they had a lot of panels. Didn’t do that many because I was so busy in hallway conversations, but I did come home with at least two new Action-Adventure series ideas I want to write. Maybe thriller, or Light Thriller, as someone called it.

Because it’s so hard coming up with new ideas to write, you know.

I’m not even going to pretend that I wrote last week, because I didn’t. Going to a con always means turning into an extrovert I call The Carnival Barker, and I have to focus everything there. It worked, but it is also exhausting. Plus, I got food poisoned twice, because they don’t mention anywhere that everything they cook is flavored with mushrooms. (Trust me, I can tell. The hard way.)

Saturday was a toxic mess as a result. Glad to be home where I don’t have to real with “Chefs” who have “Ideas” on “Cuisine” and I can eat healthy. Might even get to sleep on a regular pattern again, as I woke up at 1:30AM Sunday morning and sat quietly in a chair in the hotel room, meditating until Matt (he’s on East Coast time) woke up at 530 and went downstairs. Then I was awake with a 10-minute nap in the airport until 10pm last night when I finally crashed home and safe.

I did edit Corsac Fox #3 and #4, so those are ready for First Readers and such. I’ll be sending out surveys to kickstarter backers later this week, and expect money in a bit as well, so I can start fulfillment. Paper and Hardcover are both special editions with extra materials included that won’t be in the general release.

In fact, I intend to write a special essay for each of the Corsac Novels, but since I’m not going to do KS campaigns for them (until the last one), I’ll bundle those up and put them for sale when the last book in Block One comes out. Something to expand and explain.

There is, after all, a reason behind every novel I write. A Character that sounds fun. A Setting I want to explore. A Problem that will challenge folks. Something. I have to entertain myself, as well as entertain you.

But, back to Monday. Since I have been helping the folks behind Bookslup define and build their new service, I had breakfast with two of the bosses this morning. One of them also happens to be my middle Step-daughter, and she’s made a point of keeping me involved in her life.

She has two sisters. I’ve seen one a few times in the last couple of years, and the other not at all. She brought the one sister along, and apparently all three of the girls are going on a hike tomorrow as a group, so they’ll have fun. And also brought along a nephew (that sister’s youngest) who I haven’t seen or talked to in 15 years. Not since he was maybe 13, give or take.

I haven’t pressed anyone. Those that want to interact, I’m there. The others have presented me with casual indifference, and I’ve honored that as well.

As I noted several times this last week with a number of people, the ONLY thing you control in this life is your attitude. So I try to look on the bright side of things with a cynical, jaundiced eye willing to find joy in the little things and celebrate any success from anyone I meet.

Because if you can’t do that, what the hell are you doing in life?

That means I find joy with the folks who want to be around me, and ignore those that don’t. I inherited a whole passel of fun folks from Fabulous Publisher Babe™ and her nieces and nephews, all of whom are lovely, friendly people.

You deserve happiness in your life. Simple as that.

Go find it.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Reminder: the Kickstarter Campaign for Corsac Fox #2 Mistaken Identity) is live now and runs to August 22. Then you gotta wait.

Also, more music up everywhere. Time To Say Goodbye.

I think I have mentioned that I publish two magazines in addition to all the stuff I write. Boundary Shock Quarterly is themed Science Fiction. Owen is the only other person besides me to have written into every issue to date. Just spent two hours (in my head it was supposed to be like a 20 minute call) talking to her about upcoming themes and how she might write into her ongoing Zion Station universe.

Can’t. Would like to, but she’s in that point where she needs to look at organizing the collections. #1 is out. #2 and #3 are basically ready or will be shortly. #4 is a set of stories she needs to write over the next couple of years. And then novel. Because it will take a novel to resolve. So we spent 2 hours talking about that, and what she could do with some of the other themes that would be too weird to try to wedge a Zion story into.

Hopefully, she left off with good ideas. Apparently, five pages of handwritten notes, but she has to translate those into information.

Me: the Chace Haig novel is ongoing. Just a shade under 30k words, and it feels like book one will conclude around 50, give or take. I also envision an interior trilogy of stories here, arcing across three but not concluding anything more than this piece, before going off and having other adventures closer to home.

Film at 11.

This fall, we’re talking about updating the various websites to take better control of things. I use Patreon for a monthly membership support program, but Patreon broke themselves last month doing stupid things to their technical backbone.

I’d like to not have to trust that the other guys knows how to code. There are a lot of dipshits out there. Longer term, we’re going to set something up to move people to a direct thing and not rely on a website that can’t handle it.

Related, it should be possible to set up subscriptions for Boundary Shock Quarterly and Mystery, Crime, and Mayhem, so folks can get those directly as well. Won’t know until the fall, but watch your inbox for more information about when and how.

Past that, it is supposed to get to 94F (34C) today and tomorrow, so I am hiding out inside where I have air conditioning and things are more pleasant. Been out all weekend, as one does in August at events, and I’m exhausted. Trying to get back to something like normal. Not holding my breath.

Y’all enjoying Holden and Riley? I’m looking at when I can slot in more stories, en route to a book one that brings all the epic craziness down to a single point of conflict, wherein we can start the grand civil war that’s been brewing for years (or generations, depending on how you look at it).

Not a lot of news past that. Busy morning and I need something cool to drink. Y’all stay in the shade and stay safe.

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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So, last Tuesday, the heat pump went sideways. I’ve talked here about the joys in January when the old system died and the folks needed two weeks to install the new one.

Went in to change the filter Tuesday morning and the floor was wet. Water dripping from inside. Called them and they sent someone Wednesday. Tuesday night, I had a stream of water running off the system.

New tech arrived Wed AM and explained that he’d had to repair several systems that the old guy had installed, so I felt better. Current assumption is that either they didn’t put enough coolant in (2# instead of the 6.5# that the system needs) or there is a leak. The cooling fins were working so hard they froze and built up ice. Then we discover that they installed the drain pipe perfectly horizontally. Bad. Physics comes into play, and it backflooded.

I killed the system at the breaker and stuck a fan in there to dry things. Fan is still running, but that’s me.

They came and fixed the system Wednesday. Reviewed all the tech’s notes Thursday and called a service to inspect for water damage and repair. Those folks were out Friday morning first thing and he had the coolest toys to detect water in the floor and walls. Not as bad as it could have been. And the HVAC company is owning the repair, so I’m way more flexible and friendly.

Shit happens. Own your mistakes and make them right. Got the fan in the furnace room. Left the crawlspace gap open to vent and hopefully dry. Not a lot of water anywhere, but I don’t want mold growing, because shit goes sideways in an awful hurry at that point.

We’ll see where the repairs are this week.

Writing: I crossed 66k on the fourth Corsac Fox novel this morning, on a target of 80k, so this week finished, more or less. Got the Kickstarter campaign for #2 mostly done, and need to record the video tonight and finalize details. Will have the link for y’all next Monday and hoping to launch Tuesday morning.

After that, I’m leaning into not doing kickstarter campaigns for the next several, just dropping them as part of my regular schedule. I’ve gotten an amazing response from folks, and had originally planned on dropping them 2/year. I’ll go wide with #2 in November, and then I want to look at maybe dropping 3 and 4 next summer, giving me time to know how long Block One is. Either six or seven, at current planning, but I have to finish them to be sure.

The last one in Block One will go kickstarter again, but with swag. Merchandise, like Corsac Fox logos as pins and patches. Art books with all the aliens, including new ones I’ve commissioning. Whatever else comes up.

If you have ideas for merch you’d like, PLEASE reach out and let me know. Not making any promises, but looking for those things that would make that final kickstarter special for folks.

For the writing, I’m doing a lot of research on Tang Dynasty China for some new historic thriller stories, as well as for some roleplaying game stuff that I hope will come out next year. Current RPG stuff went sideways when my design partner’s life fell apart, so I started with a blank piece of paper and have a new engine I’m testing, a new context I’m building, and a new setting that is RADICALLY different from Tolkien. Gonna be fun.

More BSQ stories to write, as I extend Beckett Fernsby across four issues. More Thriller as I build a five-man-band in 680CE Tang China and write several stories there for fun.

Never enough time in the day to do it all, as song #2 (“Time To Say Goodbye”) is in the process of being released whenever. I’ve approved the final audio and produced the cover art, so I think we pull the trigger and go.

Busy and not busy. Normal for a Monday. What are you up to?

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monday. Busy weekend, but good. Touched up the paint in the bathroom. Tweaked the sink to fix a leak. Little things. Mowed. Did a lot of Tai Chi. Got a D&D scratch game for a couple of players tonight, because they were jonesing. Not sure what I’ll throw at them, or if I’ll make it something extendable later. Old group fell apart and we’re still sorting out things for going forward.

It happens. Good table top, in-person, roleplaying games require a healthy balance of personalities, but they also tend to be a socialist/communist adventure. Do you really want the cleric charging you for healing spells? Or requiring that you convert? (How many of your friends would be okay with a Muslim healer in the party, ya know?)

New players have a “blow shit up” phase that they have to get over. Or they don’t turn into old players because folks don’t want to play with them. I have no interest in building some complex story/world, then having the dipshits blow it up a few weeks in.

Collaborative effort. If you only want competition, take up MTG or something else and stop bothering me. Conversely, folks in the SE King County, WA region that wanna play friendly games, feel free to reach out. I know a lot of folks I don’t play with because of timing or distance, but could still hook you up.

New day, new week. End of June. Middle of the year. I’ll finish Marrakesh #4 this week. (32k right now of 40k expected.) Probably write another Beckett Fernsby short story. Then back to the Epic Space Fantasy for a bit.

Looked at the catalog and realized that I need to write a Corsac Fox novel (#4), and a Science Officer (#14) and I have 2024 covered. Hell, I could empty the pantry and fill 2025 if I really wanted to. Need to finish those series as I go. Giles/Taft Station. Shrike. Thorson/Scour. Heather Lau. Plus the current stuff.

Thank you to all the nice folks you have had nice things to say about Derlyth. Planning to add a fourth to the writing list, as he has been well received. And a lot of fun. Halfway point of the year means figure out the back half. And it is always written in pencil, because who the hell expected me to suddenly write Epic Space Fantasy? (No, you didn’t. Stop lying.)

Past that, not a lot. Write, release, rinse, repeat. More words out. More money (hopefully) in.

And a glorious monday to have fun with.

Happy birthday to me. 🙂

shade and sweet water,

blaze

West of the Mountains, WA

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Monsoonerating last night. And Fabulous Publisher Babe™ had to get up at 5m to go into Seattle for a doctor’s appointment. Was planning to get up with her, but I had a ROUGH night, so she told me to roll over and go back to sleep.

Woke up at 7. Still a little exhausted as the second coffee slowly disappears. Or quickly.

Didn’t go play with sharp sticks. Probably a wise and safe choice on my part. Didn’t go out for food. (Newly reopened place down in Enumclaw called The Kettle opens at 6, so I’d have been, but no.)

Starting writing the third Corsac Fox novel this morning. And need to start creating the survey for folks, so I can start sending ebooks as soon as Kickstarter gets all their stuff processed.

Then money. YAY!!!

Finished a story inspired by something the Babe wrote for the upcoming Boundary Shock Quarterly issue (Tramp Freighter Captains). Her story was based on something she wrote for another project. Deeply weird SF.

I spalled off chunks from a variety of inspirations and wrote something that is not horror, but has horroresque elements to it. The Monsters Down Below, with The Deeps being levels of hyperspace where things actually live. Or something.

Sea monsters, at least to the human mind, when filtered through the right cybernetic enhancements.

You’ll get to read it in a few weeks. Not sure if it is a one-off, or something bigger. Didn’t want to write a novel or story #1, so had to find a way to cut it short and I like how it ended.

And it leaves an opening for more things.

Dunno when I’ll circle back. Got too many other things to circle back to, and this is the year where I intentionally cut my productivity from 1.4m words to 1.0. Not quite 30% down, and I’ll probably be closer to 20%, but it takes stress off me, and lets me do other projects, like the new rpg. Or the sewing projects. Or the music.

More of all three coming. Dunno if you folks want to see lyrics instead of stories for the monthly thing. If so, yell. I’m slowly writing the melodies that go with, then figuring out the chords to hand off to English Paul. Fun. And Anti-Stodgy, because duh.

Not a lot past that. Brain’s having fun, working out rpg worlds. One will be medium-high fantasy, and I’m working out the history to that. The other is probably going to be a straight space adventure game (similar to Star Wars d6 from West End, if you are old enough to have played that) in scope. Tramp Freighter Captain and crew, off doing things. Smuggling. Piracy. Active Rebellion. Tomb robbing. Something.

I ^think^ I might base it in the Dominion universe. (Longshot Hypothesis, et al) And maybe write more Valentinian and Dave books. Or stuff in that zone.

The Babe fell in love with Glaxu, and always wants more Mondi stories. And the game works better with aliens (fantasy is just local aliens, so elf, dwarf, etc. translate easy enough). That universe had a lot of open space in which to work, and I’ve played enough SF rpgs over the years.

Cyberpunk is also an option. I might expand Owen and his friends into something as well, depending. The key is creating an engine, and making sure that the engine can handle all sorts of options from the ground up, so that I can plug and play later. (It all makes sense to old gamer nerds like me, so don’t worry if it doesn’t.)

Going forward, you’ll likely hear me talking about those things as well. And maybe writing some more short fiction to expand that space and generate the sorts of setting that is detailed enough for a campaign to work, without being so tight that it locks the game in and leaves Gamemasters without options.

Dunno. Don’t have to solve anything today, because I doubt that I would publish/kickstart the game before late 2024 anyway. Gonna need playtesters and playtest groups (all in person, likely), so if that’s you, or you know folks who might be interested, lemme know.

Past that, Monday. Corsac Fox #3, with many of you getting to finally read #1 in the next month or so. I can’t wait for your reactions.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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Background: The Last Stand

[Due to a screwup at my end, this essay wasn’t included in the ebook or print editions released on Jan 10 and nobody realized until someone asked over the weekend. Posting here, and will upload a new copy everywhere this week.]

A while back, there was a discussion on social media about the short-lived TV show Firefly. Half a season of episodes and one movie. Fantastic casting, when you look at the careers of everyone involved, but it died pretty early on the vine, though not without making a major cultural impact.

However…

More recently, unflattering things have come out about the man behind the show. Bad things. Really bad things that I won’t repeat here, but a lot of folks no longer have any respect for the man, myself included.

Part of the original discussion involved the fact that the main character (seen from 20 years later) really is something of an asshole to everyone, because the ^creative genius creator and producer^ did a Marty Stu and put himself directly into the show. In turn. folks asked what that show might have been like without that character, and without that asshole in charge.

Two days later, write-brain hit me with “This is what it looks like…

Pull out the original main character, and the sidekick and pilot characters suddenly become central. Keep everyone else, but pull a couple of fast gender swaps to end up with a crew that is (technically: the best kind of correct) six females and two males, one of whom is happily married and kept and the other of whom only sleeps with girls he picks up in bars.

For the setting, I also want to gag at people who set things in the post-civil-war United States, especially when we’re supposed to be rooting for the traitors fighting to keep their slaves. I have no doubt that, had the television series gone to season three, our main character would have donned a white hood and turned into a science fiction version of Nathaniel Bedford Forrest. In all the bad ways. Icky. Burning crosses or something equally ^subtle.^

So I had to change things up, if I was going to have fun with this.

First off, I had to change the background of the setting itself.

David Drake (Hammer’s Slammers and many other series) studied a LOT of history and reads Latin in the original to translate Ovid, among other things. His creative style was to take actual historical events and settings and twist them around some for his space opera. I needed to do the same.

For the Last Stand, I started with a review of Napoleonic Europe, but with one, critical, historical difference. Instead of destroying his army invading Russia, he won, conquering the Russian Empire (and functionally all of the European landmass) and eliminating the Russian aristocratic class. Or rather, swapping out most of them, as the serfs didn’t see any difference.

For Tessa, my main character, badass, amazon, warrior babe, I also used Russian history. In her case, I based her on a taller version of (model/actress/etc.) Zhanna Zhumaliyeva. Gorgeous. Kazakh, because in the early part of the nineteenth century, the Russian Empire was pushing south into the Black Sea area and conquering (and often wiping out) all of the tribes and nations that had previously lived there. That formed the basis of the Vlikine.

Similarly, I needed the include a touch of the German Principalities (Altenfeld), mostly because they all got conquered by Napoleon but not absorbed in our history before Wellington and Friends sent the Corsican packing. Twice.

Swiss neutrality got included in a more modern conception of Inleah, where they would happily sell anything to anyone with cash in hand. Always cash upfront. Mercenary to an amoral fault. Tessa’s husband Fin is from Inleah. All he ever wanted to do was fly.

Ergrove is my British Empire, with all the foibles and charm of the original, pushed forward into space and twisted around. Some nice things. Some not so nice things. More accurate, if you will.

Imperial France becomes Lorastir, the then height of culture and sophistication, as Napoleonic France tended to be in those days. Wyatt and Laney both served in the Lorastir army, neither of them in the infantry, if you will, but I won’t spoil some of the surprises coming your way.

There was a character in the television series who was everyone’s favorite, because she was a modern geisha. Educated. Eloquent. Beautiful. The series literally treated her like a whore, abusing her to no end in ways that any woman worth her salt wouldn’t have put up with from any other screen writer.

I got lucky. Way lucky.

As a writer, I have friends. Some are peers. Some are folks I mentor. One of the latter is someone I refer to as Renaissance Babe™ because she’s been a concert pianist, photographer, writer, and had to retire as a nude model when she turned 30 because she had aged out. (dumbasses.)

In Abigail, I created the Players. Geisha as they really were, rather than the fancy prostitutes that western media have since made them out to be. Raconteurs, chefs, musicians. Sex might be on the menu, if they like you, but maybe you hire them to come in and cook an incredible meal, then sit and talk for hours.

Katja was an invaluable resource for creating Abigail, because she has literally been in those situations and could offer expert advice on how to fix things I got initially wrong. I considered it the highest compliment when she told me that she wants to be Abigail when she grows up. Better, she took the concept of the Player, and is working on telling her own set of stories with something similar. Not many people could get all those little details right.

There are no original stories. There are only original takes. New ways to see a character or a setting. I’m utterly thrilled that I have inspired her to go off on this tangent, since my work here was a tangent on the original set of complaints about how badly that television show holds up, twenty years later. (Got watch the first triple episode without the blinkers and get back to me before you comment. You will be appalled at the behavior.)

Finally, the two fugitives. I got what he was doing, but my plan with this series is to not have paranormal abilities running around, just as there won’t be aliens. (That latter is because I don’t need to deal with the extra complexities of colonialism and all the bad things that arise on both sides of that equation. Conscious decision here, so that the stories are human ones.)

I liked the fugitive doctor, but had to twist it. Made him a woman. She rescued her sister, and then bought a pair of identities that list them as husband and wife, because everyone is looking for two women. Constanz and Brianna McLaren.

This lets her hide in plain sight, as it were, while dealing with the fact that she is a woman. And she only ^presents^ as male to hide. She won’t get to be girly all that often, but occasionally it will peek out, as it were.

The sister, Brianna, is described as one of the most beautiful women you will ever encounter, taking her natural beauty and augmenting it. At the same time, they broke her mind. And she has spent years trying to reassemble it with Constanz’s help. And the crew of the Last Stand.

Finally, the series itself.

In my mind, each of these novellas is intended to represent one hour of television time, with commercial breaks. That is, 42 minutes of screen, including opening and closing credits.

Once upon a time, I wrote dramas for the stage. Then I worked on screenplays (I have several, if you have a few million bucks burning a hole in your pocket, btw.).

A screenplay reads as just about one minute of screen for one page of dialogue, depending. When I started writing the original Science Officer books, that was in the back of my mind, because forty minutes of screen works out to roughly 22,000-24,000 words of fiction. Thus, the novella.

The Last Stand are all novellas. Episode #1/Lost Dreams, is longer, but that’s me introducing the world and whole cast in an extra-long episode. So far, with one exception (I have ten in the can), they all come in around 22,000 words, which was my target. Enough story to have a singular conflict and resolve it, plus side stories and details to give it depth.

Better, because I have a large cast, I can focus each story on a different character and really show you who they are. One of my first readers complained about #5 because she understood the situation and agreed with me that Tessa’s solution was perfectly correct, but it irritated her, because the more she thought about it, none of her (First Reader’s) alternatives would work. That means I got her all the way down into the best kind of ethical conundrum, where there are only less-bad solutions to be had.

My (current) plan is to publish one of these stories each month in 2023. That’s twelve episodes, which makes a nice Season One and then lets me take a break and step back. I have some thirty possible plots I could work with, plus whatever I come up with going forward. I have nine of them in the can, as mentioned, and I already know what #11 and #12 will be. (Both circle back to earlier stories and expand them in new, fun ways.)

As with the Science Officer, I don’t know what Season Two will look like. I like to work with novellas at this length because I can write them quickly. With Science Officer, I bumped up to full novels with Season Two, because I wanted to tell bigger stories there. Here? Remains to be seen.

I’m having fun. And my first readers have all noticed the fun. I did not slavishly follow the original run of the television show and movie. In fact, I watched that first triple episode to see what they had done (and how BADLY it held up) so I could create more interesting and in-depth versions of the characters as I twisted them around.

Personally, I’m not sure if the television characters would have ever gotten any great depth to them. The man behind it all appears to be something of a sexist, homophobic, racist punk, if you listen to all the horror stories that have come out. There are stories about him and his buddies have competitions to see who could make a young, new, female writer cry first. Talk about toxic workplace.

Instead, I wanted to create rich people. Deep. Complex. And not cardboard cutouts. Some of the stories are 100% action from bowsprit to sternlights, but some of them are slower burns, diving deep into the ethics of a world where the heroes occasionally have to rob banks. And regularly smuggle illegal goods from place to place.

That’s similar to the world we live in today, when the wealthy have grown their political power desperately out of scale with the economy and the rest of the world. If nothing changes, there will be a terrible collapse at some point, simply because the world can’t handle this imbalance.

So come, join me on an adventure into Hawkwold Sector and follow the crew as they take Last Stand into dark places and light ones, meeting dukes and scoundrels, governors and warlords.

Tessa isn’t about to take any shit, and she’s got a crew full of dangerous friends who will help her out.

The Last Stand.

Shade and sweet water,

b

West of the Mountains, WA

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