So I’ve broken most of the rules about successful blogging; namely, I haven’t blogged much lately. Well, at all, if you want to be precise about it.
We all have great sounding reasons for delaying or missing things in our daily lives. Our kids like it when we spend time with them, my employer really appreciates it when I come to work, the lawn should be mowed (or perhaps I should just buy a few goats), and there is always that persistent commitment looming overhead like the Sword of Damocles, the To-Do list. AAARRGGGHHH!
However, I do have some good news to report about my careful use of free time. I recently finished and published my ninth book to Amazon.com! I wanted to take a quick break from the sci-fi series I have been working on and write about a topic that had been banging around in my brain for a while.
Incidentally I am 25,000 words into book six of the Birthright series, which will wrap up the arc of the invasion portion of the story. I’ve started working on the 3D model that I’ll be using for the cover art using my old standby: Sketchup and Twilight Render. Now, however, my 11 year old has claimed a partial stake in my newly built PC so that he can toy around with Blender. He’s making Minecraft scenes and animations and even taking requests from his friends. Maybe I can subcontract out future book covers to my own kid! More on that one soon!
Anyway, I wrote about a topic that seems to be percolating to the top of conversation a lot these days: the government, dystopian conspiracies, and how far they would really go if we let them.
The good news for you is that the book is free all weekend. If you’re looking to try out a book that might just make you a tiny bit paranoid about who’s really in charge in Washington, grab a copy and enjoy one on the house!
Here’s the blurb from my book page:
What’s the difference between a patriot and a terrorist?
Whoever is in charge of the watch list.
Jack Swift was a normal guy just living his life in small town America. That all came to an end when the Department of Homeland Security rolled into town; folks started to worry and life got tense
Jack and a few others asked a lot of questions, wanted to know what the government was doing to their city. Soon it became apparent that there was much more going on in his small town than a simple drill. But he poked his nose into the wrong person’s business; Jack was branded a terrorist.
What will he need to do to get his life back? Can the government even do this to him and his friends? Who will stand up for their city if not their own? And if they don’t do something about it, what will the government try next?
Jack didn’t know why the DHS picked his little town to occupy, but now they were in charge.
What happens when the government oversteps its authority, when the people who are supposed to be working for you decide they know better? Jack and the rest of his friends are about to find out.
We were on vacation recently and saw these stupid things all the time. It was probably more to do with the touristy themes of our locations, but the troubling phenomena remained. What the hell are these things all about?
According to Dictionary.com, narcissism is defined as “
The thing is that I’m sure there are some legitimate, useful purposes for these things. Unfortunately, my experiences were limited to watching what has become the primary use: taking pictures of yourself (usually making a stupid face or weird hand gesture) in front of everything you can put your eye on.
Tour bus? Selfie! Men’s bathroom door? Selfie! Monkey cage? Selfie! Pile of seaweed on the beach? Selfie!
Ugh. I had to laugh as I watched one couple try to take an actual, normal style photo. The problem was that they were too close and needed to back up to frame the shot, but there wasn’t enough room behind them for the stick, so they couldn’t snap a photo because they couldn’t get the shot lined up in front of the cameraphone.
I hardly have any pictures of myself. I’m usually the one snapping the photos (with a real camera, not my phone. There’s still no substitute for a big lens and image sensor) and a stranger might look at our family photo album and wonder if my wife and kids usually vacationed without me.
Still, it’s better than holding my phone on the end of a stick and taking a photo of myself.
Today, I’d like to discuss how to engage in a lively debate with someone, be it a co-worker, friend or neighbor.
There’s always a hot topic brewing if you want to instigate a confrontation… um, I mean conversation.
You see, you just can’t have a conversation on the internet via keyboard and screen. There’s no inflection, pensive looks, and approving head-nodding. Devoid of emotion, the words can and often are taken with different meaning based on the reader and their viewpoints. Thence, the birth of the internet tough guy.
I have opinions, some of them very strong, based on the experience of years and reinforced by repair bills and court costs. Well, not court costs; we all know anything that happens in Canada doesn’t count when I’m required to disclose past run-ins with the law. I’ve debated with others, most often co-workers, over plenty of taboo, weighty topics which have caused many a bar fight that you aren’t supposed to touch. Examples are: religion, politics, Ford vs Chevy, favorite NASCAR driver, vaccinations, aliens among us, gun control/2nd Amendment, government conspiracy, prepping/societal collapse, nontraditional lifestyles, and so much more.
The thing is, you need to realize going into a conversation with another person that what you should be after is the REASON for their point of view. If we talk about something, I’m not expecting to change your mind about it, and I hope you aren’t expecting me to become a quick convert either. However, there is no reason we can’t explain why we feel a certain way and try to understand those positions. If you think to yourself, though, “He doesn’t see my point of view; I will now speak LOUDER so he realizes the error of his ways!”, then we’re not going to get very far.
Too often, I think we’re more concerned with making someone else see our point of view than understanding why we hold those views in the first place. So often arguments quickly devolve into “Well, you don’t see it my way even after I explained it. You, therefore, are a dumbass and I will now repeat everything AGAIN, but this time slower and with more arm movements.”
I hate to break it to you, but I may not convert to your viewpoint. I will, however, listen to your reasons because I don’t think your point of view is more or less valid than my own. We can chat and then figure out if either of us has changed an opinion. We may each think ourselves totally vindicated afterwards and that the other person is on the wrong track, which is fine too. We just need to have the good sense to keep our damn mouths shut about that last part. That’s really important, because we are still allowed to have our own opinions, even if they piss others off. I just prefer to keep mine to myself for the most part, because it’s a lot easier to find someone looking for an argument than someone looking for a new viewpoint on something.
However, I do have to close with the thought that if you think there’s a better NASCAR driver than Dale Earnhardt, The Intimidator, you do in fact suck.
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.
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.
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.
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 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 gluten free.”
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.