Monday, November 29, 2021

Horizon: Too Much Dawn

 Was just out all the long Thanksgiving weekend. Didn't feel even slightly creative, not even to do some cover art work. Didn't have the concentration to read. Even movies bored me. I'm not sure what I actually did to get through the hours except that sometime on Sunday the download on a new game finished up and I tried it and actually found myself enjoying it.

Perhaps too much. Kept getting killed in this one boss battle and when I'd finally solved it...it was well after midnight.

Might have still managed to get enough sleep if my smoke alarm hadn't decided it wanted a new battery and it wanted it now. When I'd finished dealing with that I was sufficiently awake that the early traffic and the early smoke break of my upstairs neighbor were enough to make sleep fitful indeed.

So despite there being various interesting projects going on at work all I feel up for today is putting in the hours and driving home in Einstein, putting on the headphones and losing myself again in the world of Horizon: Zero Dawn.

And maybe this time learning how to fight smarter not harder. Although I did stealth my way through most of "Warrior Chief's Trail" and that is one Assassin's Creed level stealth sequence. The way I did it, that is -- dropped down and crept through the bushes among the cultists and corrupted machines. Apparently...I am reading this now...you actually can do stealth arrow kills with the right bow...

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Two parts Vodka, one part Grenadine...

I'm probably going to write the next Athena Fox adventure first. Make it as quick as I can, more of a plot, less history, shorter...

But the series just isn't selling. What really feeds the need many people seem to have is SF and fantasy. Those are the Romances of this era (not that romances are doing poorly, either). And I think I could push The Tiki Stars out of the single-joke, single book and into an open-ended, multi-threaded series.

I'm just caught on some basic conceptual issues. As much as I want to write boiler-plate science fiction, I can't let go of enough science. I can't unlearn the Kzinti Lesson.


Basic problem; getting out of a gravity well is a known amount of energy. A lot of energy. If you can do that trivially, you can do a lot of other things trivially. It is the same problem as the giant fighting robot; if you could put that kind of armor on a walking robot, you could put even better armor on something that looks more like a tank.

(Okay, there is some wriggle room on the giant robot. Agility sort of counts with tanks because at the current state of the art, frontal armor isn't as good as being behind fifty meters of rock and dirt. So being able to fire then duck into a better protected spot before artillery or air support finds you is a good thing. This would almost make sense with giant robots -- if you had a hand-wave to explain why guided missiles et al aren't seeking out the tallest most obvious thing on the battlefield.)

(The Gundam universe has Minovsky Particles. And then it throws it all away by having the heavy legged robots fighting in space.)

Okay, so the Kzinti Lesson. You can play with it a little by hand-waving an "impulse drive" that allows your ships to reach orbit with relative ease but for "reasons" only works for space flight and doesn't give you the kind of battery packs that make hand blasters and powered armor possible but internal combustion silly and wasteful. Some sort of inertia-squasher or something.

Hard to figure out how that can't turn into the hand-held battleship gun, though. Even if there is a black box "get to orbit, don't ask how, do not pass go and do not collect velocity" you still can't get away from gravitational potential energy. There still exist scenarios where all you have to do is turn the magic space-drive back off and you've got a dinosaur-killer on your hands.

Odd to think that Star Trek TOS (Those Old Scientists) got it right; in "Conscience of the King" a single hand phaser set on overload is considered capable of blowing the side of the ship off. The Mass Effect series also nods to this; an Engineer can cause enemy weapons or armor to short out, causing an explosion powerful enough to kill enemies in a wide radius around the unlucky one.


The odd thing is, though...

There is a similarly physics-defying problem with FTL. It is a violation of causality; once you introduce FTL, you've opened a not-so-very-back-door towards breaking the chain of cause and effect. But this is such a Necessary Weasel SF usually manages to ignore it entirely.

So why can't we ignore normal space as well? If we were to just drop a decimal place (pretty much everywhere!) then it becomes possible to get from surface-to-orbit on a reasonably sized fuel tank, but reversing the journey doesn't turn your ship into a terrifying kinetic-kill missile. And proper low-delta-vee journeys -- Hohlmann Transfer orbits et al -- take days instead of weeks, or (for the outer planets) weeks instead of months.

It is just hard figuring out where that magical decimal place goes and how to hide it. And also hard to avoid the temptation of other magic decimals that allow you to have things like...giant robots.

Saturday, November 20, 2021

Me and George

I just binge-read a fairly basic space opera slash bildungsroman. Found a few missing words and typos, nothing out of the ordinary for a published book.

Then looked through the Amazon revues and half of them were going on about the apparently glaring grammatical errors all over the page, plus blatant disregard of the common comma.

Oh, boy. No point in claiming I wasn't reading with my writing hat on, because I was. If this stuff is so bad I should have spotted it. Okay; it is possible the author saw an editor between the time those reviews were left and when I read it -- that's the thing about eBooks, they can be revised multiple times, nigh-invisibly.

But it also might mean that I am so lousy at grammar I have no business writing novels.

I've wondered that before. I've worried enough about it that I've tried to study up. Doesn't work. Heck, I get lost before I've even finished the definition of a problem. I hit something like "...a subject complement or predicative of the subject is a predicative expression that follows a linking verb (copula)..." and I lose all track of even what it was I was originally trying to look up.

Yes, I've read Strunk and White and I have a copy close at hand.

I even use a fairly advanced (well, fairly expensive) grammar checker that not only flags problems but pops up a whole window explaining what rule it is and how it works.

Which I can't make head nor tails of, half the time.

I am at a loss here. My grammar checker keeps telling me there aren't enough commas and I need to add more. But when I send a sample text to speech output it pauses every few words with an affect like a motor with a clogged fuel line.

Probably good I'm taking a short break from writing.

A Machine for Driving In

I was looking at all sorts of cars. You know how low certain "entry-level luxury" cars can get on the used market? I even was tempted by a 2012 Lincoln MKZ Hybrid with charcoal finish, motorized sunroof, Sirius Satellite, cooled seats, backup camera and THX sound.

Not to mention a few bizarre outliers. Like a Midnight Edition Nissan Juke, which is like what happens when 1960's hotrod genes get into the design of a "subcompact crossover SUV."

I ended up with something that has four wheels and a radio. But it is still a lot of fun to drive. I traded the momentary luxuries of fancy sound systems and zoned air conditioning for flappy paddles and a terrible rear-view mirror.

Sunday, November 14, 2021

Uphill push

I had a seller get back to me at 12:30 and at 1:00 the bank closes. Not to mention they closed two more branches and that meant I had 22 minutes to get 1.6 miles...uphill.

Made it. Was a little drained the rest of the day, though! The biggest upside to not having a car is with all the exercise I'm getting I am really starting to feel more my old self. (That is, as opposed to my old self.)

***

Just had another Fiverr artist: "Don't bother with the 3d book models, here's the page with the current book and cover, show me some different ideas."

Two days radio silence on a four-day order window. Then, "You forgot to tell me the book title."

Right. Not a good sign, but it was only twenty bucks and by this point I pretty much knew what to expect anyhow. Two days later, two (not the promised three) concepts...complete with 3d book models.

But they were different than anything I'd thought of before (well, okay, one of them is -- the other is actually the front image on my writing website) so I thanked her and marked it complete and payable.

No tip.

***

Meanwhile over on Pubby I asked for a KEDP review instead; that's the one that tracks page views. He completed and turned in his review...remember, I am paying for this service...at 73 pages out of 464 (Kindle Adjusted Page Count...has nothing to do with actual paperback pages or anything).

So he stopped short of where, by the usual structural measures, you'd expect the actual plot to start. Which is, alas, true for that book as well. He stopped at 16%. I have a distinct "refusal of the call" at 21% and a full commit almost immediately following.

And, okay, mea culpa. I lost track of time on a book I was doing for Pubby and had to turn in a review before I'd finished it. But I've finished the book since and wouldn't alter what I wrote before.

But...given the amount of time he spent at it (he ordered the book the day before the review came in), I wouldn't be surprised if my first "reviewer" stopped after the prologue

You know, that could be another reason why Pubby reviews tend to land on four stars. There is a slight air of paid-for about the process and that, and the fact that this is writers reviewing the work of other writers, means we may be more critical and we want to at least look like we are being honest with our reviews. I think I dropped mostly four stars, although my reviews are always long and in depth.

But it could be a different effect. If there are a lot of people who aren't bothering to read the book at all (something that Pubby makes far too easy to do, what with requiring authors to fill out a chart of the words and phrases they hope the reviewer will chose...!) then they are being Caesar's wife by carefully not giving out automatic five-star reviews. Three would be cruel; four hits the sweet spot of "Yes, I did my work and after careful consideration it is...good. Not great, but good."

I complained once to Pubby already. I think it may be time to cut my membership entirely.

Thursday, November 11, 2021

"Sure I do -- and so's the Queen!"

I explained to the dealer in Freemont I'd only make the trip down there if I could drive the car back. He agreed. I took the train back.

I asked an artist on Fiverr to draw me a fox statue. He drew me a fox.

I've had so many conversations lately in which I explain what it is I am looking for, and I get back a reply that indicates they either didn't understand or didn't even bother to listen.

"I am looking for a movie for tonight. Anything but horror."

"Here are the horror movies you wanted, sir."

And you don't even want to know my conversations with my (ahem) "Primary Care Physician."

Okay, sure, I speak a bookish English, complex sentence structures, less familiar idioms. But English is constructed on the sentence. You can not make a less ambiguous English sentence by stripping out everything but noun and verb.

"Eat car" is not in any way less confusing or more straightforward than saying, "we should take the car to somewhere to eat."

Yes, I will take blame for not being easy to understand. But there is a hell of a lot more blame for people who are overworked, but more, fucking lazy. Who don't want to deal with anything more complicated than "third shelf on the left" as the necessary reply.

Almost every person I've interacted with at Fiverr has been all about figuring out the smallest, most limited box they can possibly fit my requirements into -- the box that looks the most like every other box they have done that month.

"I've written a heroic-age fantasy taking place around the great city of Hattusa..."

"Okay, urban fantasy. Here's my dude-in-trench-coat-with-wand book cover. Thank you for your order!"

Except actually my fox guy. He's now done two images for me that were absolutely wonderful and exactly what I wanted. It just took a little longer to get him to go back to the actual order instead of what he had decided to remember about the order while he was working on something else.

***

Oh, and none of my Pubby reviewers have convinced me they actually read the book. One of them turned in a review some 6-8 hours after grabbing a copy. Sus! I will give them one more chance...I'm switching to KDE so there will be a page-by-page track. I won't be able to confirm they read the book, but if I get a total of fifty page reads and a completed review...I'm going to raise hell at Pubby.

Wednesday, November 10, 2021

Back on the High C's

My trumpet lip is coming back. Finally back to that top C, although it remains tough. (I call it "top C" or "first C above the staff" because trumpet people get weird about the term "double C." Sometimes they mean this one, sometimes they mean an octave above that, and they consider it a sort of false valor if you claim a Double C out of something less impressive.)

The car I looked at in Fremont wasn't, actually, ready to roll out. He said he'd have it ready in the later part of this week. A car in SF had a sale finalizing today and it looks like it did, indeed, sell. And yet another car I heard rumor of is now right next door but they are closing the lot before I can walk back that way from work.

I was also waiting on a review via Pubby and it posted then un-posted. Seeing as the reviewer only got around to purchasing the book that same day, it is plausible Amazon booted it. I still have yet to make a single sale that isn't me or that review trade.

Oddly enough, I still hit top 140 in one of the categories. Currently the 300,000th best seller...in all of Kindle. They must be having a slow week.

And trying to build enough hours off to do things like visit the doctor. Haven't gotten there yet. It may be February before I have the time off for a full vacation. From the looks of the world, travel will still be awkward then. Hell, I'm going to need a new passport before we can start flying without a mask on.

Was in the middle of conversation with two cover artists and haven't heard anything from them for days. My original cover artist, after two weeks, seems likely to never return (taking with her the full layered PSD and leaving me with nothing but a single jpg as result of everything I paid her. Fiverr...largely sucks.) I am getting anxious about my sorry covers and dropped twenty bucks on yet another artist to give me some cover concepts. Who hasn't said a single word since accepting the gig.

So basically my life remains in stasis. I've stopped writing. It seems utterly futile.

Sunday, November 7, 2021

Bueller...

The waiting game continues. I put down a deposit on a car but it was not ready for pick-up as promise so I am still car-less for another week. My cover artist was kicked off Fiverr and there are things I'd rather not do until I've seen if she intends to return. Kaiser is being stupid about availability of the COVID booster shot and I haven't been able to find an appointment nearer than five miles away.

I also broke down and "purchased" a review at Pubby. So far the Kyoto book has yet to be ordered even once (so if that reviewer turns in a review I will immediately raise a stir at Pubby over that!) I'm reading a cute time-travel story in the meanwhile to get my Pubby points back up.

At least my new shoes finally arrived. Because I expect to do even more walking. Rain included. At least it is only uphill one way.

Thursday, November 4, 2021

The Clacks

In one of Terry Pratchett's books, there was a tradition among the operators of the Discworld's version of the telegraph; they would add someone's name to the list of messages to be transmitted, with a tag saying "please repeat." So as long as one clack station still existed and was sending messages, that person would not be forgotten.

The Kyoto book is published (eBook only; the saga of the print cover is still ongoing). Nobody has bought it yet. That means, with the exception of one beta reader, everything that happened inside the book, all the people, all the places, all the events, only exist in one place; inside my head. If I were to drop dead, nobody would ever know of them.

Having people read it is our version of the clacks. Those people and places exist only as long as others remember them.

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

Narrative Logic

Someone has been reading the London book. A chapter or two every night. If my count (KDP is very strange about their math) he or she finished it last night.

And I've been following along, checking where they left off.

Those last chapters are...odd. Basically I've ended up with a sort of Pratchett excess; counting on the thrust of the narrative so that by the time the reader gets to certain events, they will accept them. On an emotional level, mostly; when you put logic to it, it falls apart.

Some people really hate this. Some people won't accept what Sir Pterry is doing. I look at it differently. No, not that "this is fiction so everything goes." Fiction is a different way of talking about the human experience. You don't do citations in fiction.

Despite what Twain said, fiction doesn't just stick to possibilities because that way lies the error of the norm. I call it the Logan 6 problem. Pick any random person out of the Domes and they will have a comfortable but short and generally uninteresting life. Logan 7 isn't a random representative. We didn't pick one man and somehow Our Hero managed to break the odds and escape the city. Instead we worked backwards; we focused our story on the one man who didn't have an average experience.

So, yes; opera brings passions higher than they normally are in life because this reveals something about the human condition that wouldn't be there if we kept within what can actually be observed in the day-to-day. Hell, they even sing about it.

So, yes, it is absurd that Wentworth found a lost Roman villa under London. I mean, it does happen and it has been done. It isn't as if he found a UFO. But if you just put that find at the top of the story; "A retired military officer pulls strings to set up a cache of weapons in an underground station in South London, and while building the station found and covered up a Roman villa" it just...what? What does that have to do with the number of ration stamps needed for cheese?

For the cache, I used the ordinary supporting details of such things. Snuck in bits of the actual history of Dad's Army, the Aux Units, TDR sets, Ian Fleming's brother, etc.

For the Romans, though, this was done with the same kinds of details that made Penny's extended quote from Hamlet when she finds Wentworth's body the "inevitably surprising" conclusion. And, yes, when I realized that was what I was going to do I went back and wove it in, from "Slings and arrows" to of course the Globe itself, and even tossing in a jibe about Yorick's skull in one scene.

***

I am tempted to argue I was stuck into it in this series because the original conceit was that Penny created this character she named "Athena Fox," and when she found herself in actual Athens, at the Parthenon itself, the real Goddess noticed and decided to make use of her.

But that's not really it. For the series, I really don't want to go that direction. Revealing that there is an actual race of Immortals or something is just...boring. At this point the most I want to do is speculation. But it has made it feel necessary that at some point in each story -- somewhere around the climax if possible -- there is a hint of the ineffable.

In the London book she actually talks to something in the sewers. Although she claims she was probably hallucinating a voice in the gurgling water. In the Kyoto book it is even more Scully-able; she sees lights at Fushimi Inari Taisha and someone else tells her the story of the Fox's Wedding. She looks into the Mirror and believes (admitting that she has absolutely no evidence) it really is the Imperial Treasure (Um..spoilers!) And at the climax on Hakusan, there is a sudden shift in the wind and spooky noises in the wind that might be massed yokai reacting to the chimpira who are searching for her.

And I intend for absolutely nothing to happen in the Paris book. It's supposed to be a breather episode anyhow.