Two posts on the same day? Ridiculous, you say!

pursuit book cover copyI’d be completely remiss if I didn’t also mention the big achievement I’ve been working on lately.

The fifth novel in my Birthright series is now available on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.  I’m still working on formatting the paperback for Createspace, but that’s much less important in the grand scheme of things.  The book was released within a couple weeks of the third anniversary of the first book in the series and my first adventures in publishing with Amazon’s Kindle program (and eventually Barnes & Noble’s Nook Press).  It’s been a great time; I’ve done what I enjoy anyway, which is writing.  Along the way, people have been buying the novels and I consider myself lucky very time I check out a sales report and see the numbers.  It’s not about competing with an arbitrary number or beating someone else’s sales; it’s about seeing that people actually seem to enjoy what I’ve written and come back for more.

So, if you’re one of those people- Thank you!  If you’re not, well, you should be!    :-)

I want to wrap up this particular story arc in the sixth novel, though I plan to continue writing these characters.  In the meantime, I’m 20,000 words into something completely different.

Looking at media these days, everybody lives dystopian fiction.  Police state, oppressive post-war Big Brother, etc.  Other than one or two novels I can think of, though, you never see any stories about how the places got to that point.  I’m working on a present-day novel about just that: what would lead to an oppressive, unified world government that decided what was right for everyone, everywhere?  It’s told from the perspective of a small Colorado town that happens to be the unfortunate test subject of the measures that would need to be taken in order to assert complete control.

It’s something very different than my normal writing, but what’s the point in calling yourself an author if you never challenge yourself and try something new?  It seems like every time I talk to a co-worker, we end up on the topic of where the country and world are going, and looking at headlines, conspiracy buffs, and what people seem to be interested in reading, I think there’s a market for an origin story on where the dystopian future got its start.  So, there’s that.

For a link to the Birthright novel, titled Pursuit, click here for the book’s page, and happy reading!

 

Of Kittens and Kids

02 15 14 00310 22 14 074 Greetings all,

It’s been some time, I admit.  I don’t even have a real worthy excuse, either.  I’ve been doing the usual; working, catching up with our daily household emergencies (where the hell are all the clothes hangers, why is the insane kitten at the top of the Christmas tree, did I get anything ready for Cub Scouts tonight?), work, etc.  There was an unfortunate incident involving cloned pre-historic saber-toothed badgers, but that was totally my fault and I can’t use that as an excuse.  I start the day with a list of things to do and end the day with most of them not done because I spend the intervening hours reacting to what comes flying my way. Argh.  Oh well.

About three months ago, one of our cats died.  We had two, a brother and sister from the same litter.  They were about 14 1/2 at the time.  The male is still with us, but his sister went to the great sun-warmed napping couch in the sky after a year or so of treating an overactive thyroid.  Complications entered the picture, but we all got to say goodbye one last time as we passed her from lap to lap and then put her back downstairs in her bed before getting the kids ready for baseball practice.  When we went back down for another quick goodbye, she was gone.  It was sad for us, but hit the kids hard because the cats were here before they were, so that’s all they knew- Abby and Stimpy.  Stimpy (the girl.  Abby is the boy, and that’s another blog post entirely) was the sweetest cat ever.  Even though we had the cats for three years before our human offspring showed up, they never got jealous of the kids.  In fact, they adopted them in a way.  They played with them, were more patient than I ever could have been, slept on them and loved them, and basically were everything you’d ever hope an animal would be.

After a suitable period of mourning, we adopted two kittens from the local shelter.  They weren’t related and were a month apart, but they think they’re brother and sister now.  They have an arrangement with our older cat; Tanner and Maddy are welcomed as long as they don’t get too rambunctious with our old guy, in which case they can expect a light cuff on the head but nothing more.  They like him and he has grown to like them back, and we were very relieved to see them all getting along and hanging out with each other.

This, of course, meant we needed to buy some new cat toys, which leads me to this post.  Below are a series of pictures of toys I’ve found scattered around the house.  You must guess whether it’s a cat toy, kid toy, or suitable for both.

IMG_20141119_141104954This is a Culver’s ice cream token.  Mostly for the kids, but it amuses the cats for a few minutes.

 

IMG_20141119_141048639I have no idea what this is.  I think it’s from a board game of some sort, but again, kids and kittens like it.

IMG_20141119_141041880Looks like one of those finger puzzles, but it’s actually filled with catnip.  Cat toy!

IMG_20141119_141032353I think this is our daughter’s.  Kid toy. 
IMG_20141119_141028123Oooh!! Shiny puff ball.  Everyone loves this: kids, cats, even easily amused grown-ups.

 

 

 

 

 

Everything is awesome/the world is about to end

So, where do you fall in that statement?  I have friends on both sides; some aren’t quite Doomsday Preppers but think like them, others figure the world is a shining example of civilization and everything will be wonderful forever.

I straddle the middle ground.  I like to think positive in regards to the world in general, but I also think it’s foolhardy to assume nothing bad could ever happen to us, both as a country and as a civilization.  There are too many unpleasant things out there in the world, too many dark sides to humanity.  There are folks who would kill each other over religion, race, income, and simply where they live.  There are also a lot of kind, forward thinking enlightened souls who would like nothing more than to make the world a better place.

I would paraphrase Tommy Lee Jones’s character in Men in Black.  He’s just told Will Smith that there are aliens in New York and only the MIB knows.  He says something to the effect that individuals are compassionate, intelligent, and capable of all the good things we attribute to humanity.  He also says that people, as a group, are scared, reactionary and easily led to do the wrong thing.

There is a quote by Frederich Nietzsche I’ll post here.  I lost my book with the dog eared pages and notes in an airplane seat back pocket, but here’s the saying as I remember it:

Insanity in individuals is something rare – but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.

Sounds pretty reasonable, no?

In other news, I finally finished the fifth novel in the Birthright series (which I’ve titled Birthright: Pursuit), and boy are those poor people in trouble now!  I’m editing and trying to work on a cover, but I’ve built a new ship model to add to the one I already made and Sketchup just can’t seem to handle all those polygons at one time; the program just locks up and crashes when I try to put both models in the same scene.  Not sure what I’ll have to do about that, but it’s my problem, not yours!  So, editing away I go, while starting work on a different project.  It’s set in modern day Colorado, about a man who finds himself and in fact the whole city on the wrong side of a government crackdown.

 

 

 

 

An actual serious post

I’ve finally been getting back into working on my latest book. There are plenty of great excuses (mostly involving a lot of time spent away from home due to work) and I’m glad to be able to get back to my story and characters. It’s my preferred way to relax, to vent, to be creative and feel like I’m building something rather than just sitting around watching TV shows about spoiled housewives or beauty-pageant moms.
I’m at a point in the story where a character is going to need to deal with an issue that’s been a long time in coming. She’s just lucky when it comes to her little corner of the war; she gets the job done, takes risks and always seems to make it out alive (if not a bit roughed up in the process).
People always line up to go out with her on the next op, but she comes back and usually some of their number don’t. So she finally has the revelation that she’s surviving and they aren’t.
I want to explore her dealing with survivor’s guilt. Now, I know a lot of people from transplant recipients to firefighters to natural disaster survivors can run across this affliction, but the story is about a fighter pilot and so that’s where it centers.
I’ve been reading websites, various foundations that study and help treat this condition. I should probably surf some message boards as well.
The quandary is this: I want to acknowledge this real issue and the fact that it happens. This is a story, an action novel, but the real world is not just Michael Bay and John Woo movies. Real people deal with the consequences later. The problem is, this is not a series of books that is meant to focus solely on heavy issues. I want the story to move, to be fun and yet serious in a Joss Whedon sort of way.
So, I want her to have to come to grips with this, but I don’t want the story to become JUST about this. I want it to be authentic, to honor the very real condition and acknowledge that it can and will happen to anyone, but I don’t want it to feel fake or forced, like I was somehow obligated to shove something in there to show I’m aware of a particular cause.
That’s all, really. No witty comparisons of original vs JJ Abrams Trek or anything like that, just venting the thoughts hammering around my head right now.
I will keep reading and try to have my character deal with this situation as realistically as possible. It’s not the sort of thing that gets ‘fixed’ by the end of a chapter, so I hope I can do it justice.

Do we still have philosophers?

Greetings all.

Sorry I haven’t kept up on posting the blog like I should; I’ve seen formulas for how often a blogger should send something to the people who have subscribed.  No matter whose computations you’re using, I have failed miserably.  I can throw out all kinds of great and well-thought-out excuses (big changes at work, household projects, being involved with our kids’ various activities and sports, even a brief encounter with a three headed demon that we accidentally unleashed from an enchanted cell while digging in our backyard.  That took a whole weekend to straighten out, by the way.)

That being said, I had a thought the other day.  Well, two thoughts.  First, I needed to buy more yogurt.  Second, I wanted to pick up a new philosopher/interesting person to read.  I’ve made my way through Nietzsche and I’ll be damned if he wasn’t an interesting fellow.  Love him, hate him, or think he was bat-turds crazy, you couldn’t read his works without examining your own life and decisions.  And really, isn’t that what a philosopher’s job is?  You don’t have to agree with them, but if you sit back and think about your own path I figure they did their job.

I had settled on Yeats.  I know a few lines and I decided to look around the library when I was struck by the thought that the typical philosopher we picture in our heads is probably dead.  Philosophy and philology used to be high powered, tenured, revered posts at universities across the globe.  Once a guy made his name, he got on staff and spent the rest of his life flinging insightful barbs out at the rest of us and maybe doing the occasional speaking tour.  Maybe he’d challenge another thinker to philosophize or something in a smoky back room bar or something really interesting.

It didn’t seem to me like we have those types of people any more.  I was about to be sad (because I get sentimental about the weirdest things.  I still feel sorry for the poor dusty fax machine under my desk), but then I thought that maybe things have changed.  Maybe we’re all philosophers now.

Think about it: anyone with an internet connection and a free blog page can have a forum to the world.  Whether anybody cares is a different story, I suppose, though it strikes me that many great writers and artists weren’t fully appreciated in their day.

Still, the idea is out there; if you have a deep thought, one that might change the very way we approach life, you can spread it to the masses and the whole world can be enlightened.  You don’t have to be an old tenured professor wearing a plaid vest and using a cane in order to have your words heard and appreciated.

Anyone with a blog can be a philosopher.  Plain and simple.  So, share your wisdom with the masses!

 

 

ps- My suggestion to share your wisdom is in fact the only wisdom I have to offer at this time.

 

I’m Ryan and I eat these things

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I was going through the ‘getting to know you’ phase with a couple new co-workers yesterday. I walked in on the conversation as they were talking about their various dietary choices, and it sounded something like this:
“I’m paleo.”
“I’m gluten free.”
“I’m vegan.”

I had to chuckle. Now, let me be very clear about this: I don’t care what you eat, where you do it, or who you do it with. It’s your life, not mine, and as long as you’re not actually hurting me in the process, I encourage you to do whatever makes you happy.
It just made me think of a scene that could have been in a Steve Martin movie, maybe L.A. Story.
So, now I will introduce myself as “almost-middle-aged-guy-who-is-doing-his-best-to-eat-healthy-and-exercise-but-also-likes-meat-and-beer.”

And no, I cannot have the duck.

I was preparing a post of epic insight and thoughtfulness…

But I became distracted by the announcement of a cartoon.
You see, I love cars, and I have kids. I’ve made a habit of occasionally showing the kids bits of Top Gear episodes and occasional burnout videos on Youtube; you need to show the next generation the right things, after all.
Well, I was going to post some sample renders of my latest Sketchup 3D project, a battleship that I’ll be using for my next book cover. However, I ran across a post on Twitter from the Top Gear feed…

Top Gear guys to be on Phineas and Ferb!

Yup.  Clarkson, May, and Hammond will be lending their voices and likenesses to the animated show airing in the US in March.  Yes, I’m still working on that 3D model, but I’ll be taking time out to watch some tv with the kids as well!

 

Thanks a lot, WordPress app

So this is what I get for posting a blog entry from my phone. Somehow WordPress decided I wanted to password protect my blog so nobody could read it. Makes perfect sense…
Should be fixed now, so I hope toy give it another chance!

It’s a long way to the top (if you want to rock and roll)

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Alright, I stole that from AC/DC. Now that I have your attention, I’d like you to ponder something with me.
With the Olympics coming up, I’ve been thinking about all those athletes who spend their days training. And training. And then taking a nap and training some more. At some point in there, they probably work a job, but it seems like the people who want to compete at the Olympic level often sacrifice work careers in order to stay at the top of their game.
It dawned on me that these people are battling for a unique distinction: the Best in the World. That’s right; if you win Olympic gold, nobody will ever be able to talk smack about how you’re not good enough and they’ll beat you the next time you both race your bobsleds in the park. No, you are the best in the world, a feat displayed on a world stage in front of millions.
What would it be like to be the best? To feel that, for at least the next couple years, nobody else gets to say they’re as awesome as you? I personally think it would be pretty mind-blowing.
I mean, I figure I am pretty good at my job, know my way around a toolbox, can belch my name in one breath, and can still beat my kids at their video games, so I figure I’m doing ok. But the title of Best Minecraft Player is not in my future. Nor is Best Shower Drain Cleaner-Outer.
Now, don’t take this as melancholy longing for something I gave up along the way. I was never going to be a Level 100 Dungeon Master or championship hamburger chef, though Championship Minivan Drifter is something I’ve considered training for. Ken Block, I’m talking to you! Click here to see what I’m talking about. I have an all-wheel-drive minivan; I’ll give it a try anytime!
Is anyone out there the best at something?

Spotted: The Stig!

 

I received this from Top Gear’s Twitter feed.  Not sure how they did it, but of course if it involves cars you can’t count out the Stig when it comes to the possibility of analyzing and following the Google Truck and racing ahead in order to get a nice snapshot of himself.

Now, if only he’d been doing a big smoky burnout in something rare and expensive!

 

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