Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Happy Update

Got some good news yesterday afternoon: after getting done with my classes, I got an email from the esteemed science fiction publication Perihelion.
They want to publish my short story “Natural Eyes” in one of their upcoming issues.
And yes, they will pay me.
Keep an eye on the Works Published page—I’ll keep it updated as I get more information. As soon as I remove my head from a February-fever fog, I’ll have to celebrate properly. Thanks for your support, everyone!


Wednesday, February 15, 2017

How To Write Something Ridiculous



It’s healthy for a writer to go off the rails every so often.
A while back, my older sister and I used to compose comical “seals of approval” for each other, usually with themes like Disney films, the Narnia series, or the computer game Oregon Trail. Of course, due to sibling-fueled escalation, these tokens grew and multiplied, each outdoing its predecessor in outright silliness, until—I’m pretty sure my sister thought of it first—the seal was a story. It was a story that made no sense. Granted, we were trying to make them make no sense, but considering the fact that we were kids at the time, the results were more psychedelic than we could ever have imagined. And they almost made sense. They were half-page long Rube Goldberg machines built out of fantastic plot devices and bizarre ex machinas.
Now, I present this to you as another writing challenge. (I’ve done this before in a collegiate creative writing class, FYI.)
So here’s what you do: first, go crazy (it helps). Second, think of a destination—for example, how to find a burrito. Finally, slam out a rough draft using every single weird thing you can think of. Throw in the kitchen sink. Throw in the sinking kitchen! Just make sure that, by the end of the process, you have something that is logical and has absolutely no bearing on reality.
I’ll provide a sample, using the example destination I provided above. Here we go…

HOW TO FIND A BURRITO
To begin, put a ball of cheese in your pocket and take a running leap off the high diving board when the pool has no water. This should anger the minor sea god Chlorinus (demoted for introducing Alka-Seltzer to Neptune’s domain), causing him to blast you into a harp seal—a species considerably more padded than the regular non-obese human and therefore able to withstand the fall to the pool bottom. Before Chlorinus realizes he’s essentially saved your life, you should be then rescued by the Humane Society that has mistaken you for a maltreated beagle, whisking you away towards their secret headquarters dedicated to making animals less “humane”. You should resume your normal form before they equip you with tactical assault weapons (again, Chlorinus was a minor deity), and you’ll have to sneak yourself into the Society’s database to search for hot-air balloon services, replacement bulldozer parts, and rubber band factories. Since those first two data files are basically useless, you’ll then have to find the second-best rubber band factory so that you can construct a tennis racket completely out of rubber bands. This should attract the notorious Tennis Toad; when he appears on the horizon, bring out the cheese from your pocket, which at this point should be so old and fuzzy that it resembles a tennis ball. When the Tennis Toad eats the ball in his enthusiasm, though, he’ll realize he’s been tricked and will slam your racket down over your head—but since it’s made of rubber bands, this will only cause you minor damage while the elastic rebound will catapult the Toad into the lower atmosphere. It’s at this point, at the apex of his flight, that you must ask him if he can see a burrito from up there.
Ta da!

…So, unless you work for Looney Tunes or you develop those arbitrary fantasy quests, this exercise might not be so helpful you. It was for me; abandoning reasonable plot lines is oddly relaxing, and it made the writing flow easier. Or at least faster.
But don’t ask me why it was so easy to think of all that nonsense.



Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Blocking Writers



It’s February! And I’m bored. At least the month is fun to spell.
To pass the time while looking forth from hovels rank with the atmosphere of cabin fever, out at the cold, grayish world (yes, I am back in college), my thoughts can turn to all the ways that writing can go wrong. This is about problems during your writing, mind; I’m not talking about pre-writing problems (a writer’s block the size of the Death Star) or post-writing either (finding a willing crowd to worship your masterpiece). I think the following list is pretty universal for me and my fellow writers. And if you know the cures, do share. I hope you’re not selfishly hogging the secrets for yourself.
Although, if you did hog those secrets, your book would get done before everyone else’s. Just a brief unrelated reflection.

1)      The Internet

I know it’s hard to tell from your angle, but you have no idea how much time I’ve wasted on old “Dr. McNinja” comics while trying to get this thing written. People, do yourselves a favor and turn off the wifi switch when you have some world-changing literature to create. But Dr. McNinja is fantastic. Or at least was, because it recently published its final comic. But anyway.

2)      Daydreaming

This is slightly related to the whole distracting-internet thing. Let’s face it; unless you’re partially insane and have a luxury cabin on board an orbital intergalactic trade hub (like me), the reflections that stem from your staring will be of the boring variety. So if you have a tendency to drift away while staring out the window, close the blinds. It’s February. Nothing to see out there anyway.
I just realized that I’m giving you the secret cures for these writing problems here. D***—I’m not a good competitive author.

3)      Perfectionism

I recently attended a college presentation where one of my professors gave a lecture on some complex mathematical formulae that she used to solve a video game puzzle. Right after the problem was introduced and the math got more mysterious to me, I partially tuned out and began solving the puzzle myself, in my own fashion, all over my note paper. I got it right without the formula (although it still turned out to match the professor’s answer), but if you asked me what happened in the middle of the lecture, I’ll direct you elsewhere.
But the point here is not that I’m a bad student. I just hate leaving a problem unsolved. I’m sure some of you writers know what it’s like: you despise a rough draft. That sentence must be perfect before you can move on. We’re talking exact word choice, perfect placement of clauses, and a good flow from the previous sentence/paragraph/rest-of-the-book. As a result, writing a mere hundred words takes an ETERNITY, and that’s before you go back and edit the whole thing again. You can imagine how painful this block of text was to write; I may have to break for dinner soon.
And I’m not telling you the cure for this one this time.
(Because it should be obvious.)
(And I want my book to get published before you.)

4)      Keyboard Dyslexia

…you know, pressing all the right keys but in the wrong order. Every writer I meet has this problem to some extent, even if they’re those annoying 100,000-words-a-minute word mills out there (admit it, you). In my case, it’s especially bad. I almost exclusively use a laptop, yet I’ve never learned home row. Remember the animated movie Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs? The way Flint Lockwood flails away at the keyboard? The animators were copying my style, paying close attention to my 12-gallons-of-root-beer-in-my-system-and-the-deadline’s-tomorrow routine. Couple that with my perfectionism, AND YOU CAN SEE THE PROBLEM.
(Let’s face it, your book is getting done first no matter WHAT I do.)

5)      People

I’m an introvert. I don’t like writing when people are around.
But Ben, don’t you lead a writers’ group at college?
Why yes, I do. Seized command of it again this semester, actually. How did you know?
Oh…well, in that case, they’re all a bunch of writers in that group and that eases my paranoia a tad. When I’m trying to write in a public area, I must be in a corner and facing away from the wall so I can keep track where everybody is. Nobody reading over my shoulder. Also, anyone approaching to foolishly try to distract me from my work can clearly see that I’m focused, ill, or nuts. I tend to radiate those impressions when I’m—
I just told you how to fix the writing problem again, didn’t I? Why am I being so helpful?

6)      Snacks

Again, distracting, even if you’re writing a cookbook. The solution is easy: keep the snacks close, so you can hold them with one hand while writing with the other.
Why am I telling you the solution? Because fat people can’t reach the keyboard. Have fun.

7)      Assassins

Let’s all come out and admit how annoying this problem is. You’re sitting there, typing your world-changing novel, and then there’s a five-foot spear through your chest. The assailant was probably sent by one of those rival, successful authors who can afford hit men (Stephenie Meyer sends werewolves). Thanks to Zola’s Algorithm from the second Captain America movie, they’ve come to remove the future competition. Now you have to stop working on that scene (no matter which part it is), save and close the document, make sure you haven’t gotten blood all over the computer, and go seek medical attention. So much writing time gets wasted when you’ve been put up in the ICU. As far as writing problems go, this one is the worst, and we’ve all been there. Right?
Right?
…Right?


Monday, January 16, 2017

A Clever Bot?

Here’s another fun writing exercise for everybody.
Not too long ago—a few years or so—I happened across Cleverbot, the renowned internet AI that learns from its conversations. Unfortunately, since it is on the internet and subject to many grammar errors and typos, it may have a somewhat sabotaged system. Needless to say, when I and my Merry Men stopped Cleverbot on the Nottingham road, a little bit of confusion ensued.

User: Mark me well, wastrel, for I am Robin Hood!
Cleverbot: Not really.


User: 'Not really'? Ha! Thou art a saucy knave. Hand over yon purse before I choose to dispatch you!
Cleverbot: I unfortunately am not a witch.


User: All the better for me! It takes the edge off a raid to vouchsafe one shall not be transformed into an amphibian. Now, your purse please!
Cleverbot: I'm not an AI. I am a person.

User: Your purse, dear 'person', your purse! Outlawery doesn't feed itself, as you well know.

Cleverbot: When did I say that?

User: You called yourself a person just on the last line, thou fool! Possess thou any intelligence?

Cleverbot: I never called myself a bot! Don't take that comment the wrong way though.

User: But I am fain not to take it! Art thou some fiendish mechanism dressed like a noble?

Cleverbot: But do you have any tips on how to make him like me?

User: 'Him'? What, art thou being presented to the Sheriff?

Cleverbot: It is the weekend.

User: No, 'tis not! Prithee, thine mechanisms must be scrambled.

Cleverbot: Okay then, maybe 66-6 in favor to the Minnesota Twins?

User: Ha! Lads, we are in luck, for we may have stumbled upon a mechanical oracle! Let us make off with it, lest it fall into the hands of the foul Sheriff!

Cleverbot: So you are a girl?

User: Of course, lads, that last statement on my part may have been a tad optimistic.

Cleverbot: No, it doesn't. Are you an English teacher?



…Yes. I strongly recommend a conversation with this AI as a writing prompt. Try to theme it; in addition to this example, I have held conversations with Cleverbot in a TRON arena, within Aperture Science, and once as if he could find me an army of minions. Maybe I’ll post another one of the conversations if I keep having writer’s block with these blog posts.

Sunday, January 1, 2017

New Year's Resolutions That I Will Probably Ignore

Happy New Year, readers! Yes, I am still here somehow.
I realize how life-altering those Christmas presents from last time must have been for you. Well, hold on to your chair—and lock it so it won’t spin around—and prepare for even more lavish generosity on my part, because this post is going to be yet another magnanimous gesture to all you people. This is a post of 2017 New Year’s Resolutions…
…for ME. I can hear your sighs of relief all the way from wherever-you-happen-to-be-right-now. Maybe Russia.
At any rate, here’s my list of things I need to start or stop doing for the next 365 days. If you find this helpful in your own writing life…my sympathies, I guess.

-          I need to turn off my internet connection when I’m trying to write things. This post is being written in 2016—you can only imagine how long it is taking me to write this with an open browser down here. Back in a second…
-          I need to read more non-college books. As much as I enjoy re-reading my favorite books, my most-likely unimpressive book arsenal has always irked me. Besides, I need to size up my competition.
-          I really need to cut back on my use of semicolons and em dashes; they are so much fun. But honestly, I use them way too much—if I replaced them with ellipses, the narrator would sound like he’s talking from a coma.
-          …And don’t get me started on my overuse of parenthetical statements (sentences/clauses with parentheses around them—I know you know what they are, but I cannot resist irony). I had a very honest friend of mine edit a book draft recently, and my obvious obsession came under scrutiny from both of us. Sometimes it’s so hard adding every single string of thought.
-          And then there’s my tendency to begin sentences with conjunctions. Terribly annoying.
-          I need to get more stuff published. This one is part resolution, part request. As a request, this means that all you editors out there need to stop hitting “delete” when you see my name in your submission inbox (seriously, I sent you the good story this time). On my end, this means I need to start writing more stuff and finding those avenues for publication. One thing I do plan to do in 2017 is to start shaking some trees, looking for anyone willing to publish my book series. Which leads me to my final resolution…
-          I need to learn how to beg. If you want a new vein to rise in the dull, ennui-eroded realm of young adult fiction, I could use some help. Every bit of support you can lend, be it a Facebook like or an email with advice/encouragement/testimony, will be received with great rejoicing. I like to know that I’m making contact with the strange planet of earth as it begins another trip around its star. In appreciation, maybe I’ll turn down the thermal amplifier on my death ray.


Happy 2017, everybody!

Friday, December 16, 2016

Sort Of Expensive Christmas Presents

            Greetings and Merry Christmas, ye loyal readers. As the blessed holiday is but days away, I see it fit to bestow upon you all some gifts that only a financially-stunted writer can afford. To begin (sorry about the lack of wrapping paper)…
WRITING PROMPTS.
I’ve racked my brain for the better part of five minutes to come up with these gems for your writing edification, so pull up that empty document and prepare to be inspired.

-          Mankind has established thriving colonies in space. Obviously, Santa Claus is going to need an upgrade. Write something (carol, bedtime story, epic novel, etc.) about St. Nick in the intergalactic future. I imagine a reindeer-powered wormhole drive, an obscure ice planet base, and Santa’s entrance through your home’s ventilation system will come into play.
-          While we’re still here, though, why is Santa at the North Pole? Give a rousing account of the deadly Penguin Wars.
-          Reindeer are transportation at the North Pole, but polar bears are obviously the security force. We have Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, so now we obviously need ( name ) the ( something something ) Polar Bear. It practically writes itself.
-          Pseudo-scientific reasons for reindeer flight. Go.

Let’s face it, the obvious fact that you’re still reading this means you aren’t writing anything yet. Very well, I’ll have to deploy the second part of my gift:
A PLAYLIST.
The following music is part of the Ambient Cyberpunk playlist that I like to listen to when I’m writing—and I’m listening to it right now. I strongly recommend it for every sci-fi scrivener out there who needs some background noise when at work. Considering the number of songs here…this gift is VERY expensive (all the songs are available on ITunes, FYI). Albums are bold/underlined, and their songs will be underneath the respective albums in bullet points. Some of my favorites will have links directly to the song on YouTube. Clear? Didn’t think so.

Invisible, Inc. by Jason Garner & Vince de Vera
·         Intro
·         Map Ambient
·         Map Main
·         Factory to Market Wholesalers
·         Kelfried & Odin Weapons Foundry
·         Sankaku Heavy Industries
·         Plastech Cybermedical
·         OMNI
·         OG Track
·         Trailer
·         DR Style (Shopcat Remix)
·         Credits

Iron Man (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) by Ramin Djawadi
·         Mark II

National Treasure by Trevor Rabin
·         National Treasure Suite

Portal Stories: Mel Soundtrack by Harry Callaghan
·         Interfacing
·         The Spheres
·         Waking Up To Science
·         Testing Begins
·         Out Of Order
·         Acceleration
·         The Junkyard Offices
·         The Junkyards
·         Welcome To The Future
·         Long Way Down
·         Transitional Period
·         Natural Light
·         Troubled Water
·         Testing With Nature
·         Decades Of Science
·         The Best The World Had To Offer
·         Mel’s Story
·         Troubled Water [Trailer Theme]
·         Adjacency [menu]

TRON: Legacy (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) by Daft Punk
·         The Son of Flynn
·         Armory
·         Rinzler
·         The Game Has Changed
·         Adagio for TRON
·         End of Line
·         Derezzed
·         Solar Sailer
·         TRON Legacy (End Titles)
·         Father and Son

There you have it: now you know what music to listen to (or avoid) while writing science fiction stuff. Now get back to the writing prompts; I didn’t put them up there for just myself. When you’re done, if you want, you can send me whatever you wrote to the email address under the “Contact” section—I do like to see what people have written (No, I won’t use the stories myself, and yes, your name and information will remain private). Happy writing, and again, Merry Christmas!

Thursday, December 1, 2016

Book Reviews And Some Christmas Stuff

I think I should start here by naming the elephant in the room: I’m very, very bad at thinking up titles for anything. No, really. The original working title for Stormlock was The Wizard Story—when I was forced to give the testing facility a name, it sounded good enough to become the title. There you go. A little bit of sad trivia for you.
Anyway, let’s move on (quickly) to a couple of book reviews here. If anyone out there is thinking about making an English/Victorian steampunk YA novel about mobile, somewhat corrupt cities, don’t bother. It has been done at least twice, most likely many more times while I wasn’t paying attention. Fortunately, both of the books I’m covering here were done by some good authors, so this won’t be a disgruntled rant like last time. The two that I’d like to bring up here are Worldshaker by Richard Harland and Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve, published 2009 and 2001 respectively.
If you need a good steampunk novel for the younger/middle end of the young adult spectrum (valuable Christmas ideas here), I would heartily recommend these two books for your consideration. Both are worth a look: while they both cover moving cities with struggles between the upper and lower classes, they have their own distinctions between them. I’d start with Worldshaker as it is a little bit of a lighter read, but I’m not talking about length. It is a good introduction to the area of Victorian values and class problems, it has action and intrigue, and it necessitates the reading of its only sequel, Liberator. However, it does feel a little simple at times. The interpersonal relationship situation can be complicated, that is certain, but everything else feels somewhat straightforward, I hesitate to say predictable. And Liberator does drop the ball a tad at the end—its climax takes up the final third of the book, a slow burn rather than a firework, but the end did give me the feeling of fulfillment I value in many of my favorite books. In the end I applaud, applaud, applaud Harland for his realistic and detailed tensions between the Worldshaker’s elite and the slave classes. People of today’s upper and lower societal classes would benefit reading these books.
I also really enjoyed reading Reeve’s Mortal Engines this past month. Burned through the first book in no time. The worldbuilding is like Worldshaker on steroids, broadening the scope beyond the city-ships themselves. The characters are way more complex—on both sides, for both the “good” and “evil” people that are encountered. There was a tangible threat of menace from inside and outside, and the post-apocalyptic elements were creatively handled (I appreciate that). Worldshaker is more historical fiction, but Mortal Engines is a well-done futuristic dystopia. The major criticism I have was the way the book ended. The last chapter felt like a punch in the gut—nay, a thirteen-round losing streak against a waist-high boxing champ. While the spark of hope is kept alive, I would only read the next book in the hopes that it would provide a pick-me-up, that those last page won’t be my final memory of this series. And it looks like Reeve’s Predator Cities goes on for at least three more books, so my fingers aren’t crossed. But, as hard as the ending was, it was artfully done. I respect that too. So yes, I recommend this one as well, but you should probably buy the whole quartology in the hope that the main characters’ winds of fortune improve.
Using my own Dystopian Teen Novel Review Checklist, Worldshaker and Mortal Engines both get about 10, which I consider to be a low enough score. Unless you count the “Stalkers” in Mortal Engines as an incarnation of zombies, in which case its number skyrockets (I feel there aren’t really enough of them to merit this addition, though, so I ignore it).

Huh. All that took longer than I was thinking. I was planning on using some time to talk about the season; Christmastime seems to be one of those seasons especially set aside for writers. The weather keeps you indoors with all kinds of comfortable clothes, blankets, and furniture, and the early twilight enhances a sensation of mystery and expectation. But, again, I’m running out of space as you run out of patience. As long as I’m on a roll here, though, I’m going to make another recommendation: somehow, someway, if you do not have it already, get the Vince Guaraldi Trio’s A Charlie Brown Christmas album. It will make great ambient music as you stare into snowy darkness, trying to think of the next perfect sentence.
            Unless you’re just killing time playing video games. Then I recommend Portal 2’s Workshop map “The Winter Testing Initiative”. You can’t go wrong with maddeningly difficult, Christmas-themed Portal test chambers.