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And He Learned

Rethink the Rant

When he noticed the naked little girl at the beach didn’t look quite like he did and asked why, they answered his questions in simple phrases painted in black and white, pink and blue, and tradition. And he learned that boys and girls were different.

When one of the neighbor kids painted his nails, they got angry. That wasn’t something boys did. And he learned that there were different rules for boys and girls, and that breaking those made people upset.

When he was handed down a pink bike from his cousin, they replaced it with a blue one, because they didn’t want him to be mocked for having a “girly” bike. And he learned that being girly was something to be mocked.

When he cried, they told him to be a man. And he learned that crying, and being not a man, was something less.

When he was being picked…

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Good Words

Good Words

*cough* Bree *cough*

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May 30, 2014 · 3:46 pm

Plot, Replot, and first drafts

The second book in the Bad Mojo Series, currently untitled, has gone through some growing pains. I was shoehorning it into a certain plot that I thought would work, but it just wasn’t going well. The process is going now better now. It’s still slow, school and life take precedence, but there is progress.

The funny thing is that I’m not changing the major elements. The new villain and main plot are just getting a different angle rather than a complete rewrite. It was the minor stuff that needed more work. I found that a lot of the actions the characters were taking, while logical, didn’t have much in the way of motivation.

It was simply: here is the problem, this will fix it, let’s do that. There was no real emotional input. I had this scene where the new… badder guy is introduced, and it didn’t have any depth to it. The entire thing was too easy. While I’ve kept the character, he’s been revamped from a simple plot device to something imposing.

For my (very) small fan base out there, I hope it’s enjoyable. I’m hoping to get the first draft finished within the next couple of months. The second and third usually go faster, so I’ll have to get it edited, and a cover put together.

Of course this would all go a bit faster if I stopped writing this blog post and got back to work on the story. That is a good idea.

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Status Update

I’m currently working on the second book in the Bad Mojo Blues series. I was about 25 pages in when I realized that it wasn’t working. After some replotting, and a bit of banging my head against the wall, I’ve started rewriting it. It feels good to get back to work.

Thank you all for reading my short fiction. I hope you’ve enjoyed the small look into my randomness. I don’t know how often I’ll post more, summer semester and Bad Mojo 2 are going to take up a lot of focus.

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Short Fiction 2014: Something Something

The stale humid air held the scent of long departed sunlight. Quint took that as a good sign. There was nothing like the smell of something rotting to kill the mood for exploration. That or a skeleton propped up in the corner of the room clutching at the handle of a broken weapon, that was usually a bad sign too. Quint adjusted his headlight, and scanned the room just to make sure there wasn’t such a surprise waiting for him. His light dropped to the floor, so far the only tracks in the dust were his. He then looked up to the ceiling to make sure nothing nasty was waiting there.

He waved a hand to his companions as he moved through the entrance.

His first companion, a lithe, green skinned Nortian whispered in its throating approximation of English. “Why are we here?”

Nortians were one of the first species to make contact with humans. Their physiology was compatible with the atmosphere of Earth Prime, and they looked like bipedal lizards. Contrary to first impressions, they were quite civilized and were happy to help their ape-kin to reach the stars. Once humans were no longer bound to Earth Prime, or the Milky Way, they began a long string of colonization on habitable planets. Along they way humans met a few other species; some friendly, and others not so much. The Nortians stood by their friends through it all, but that was another story for another day.

Quint smiled at his scaly friend. “This is a piece of history, Six.”

The Nortian looked around the dusty room, it flicked its tongue out to test the air.

Quint waver his friend on. “Before starships, cyborgs, and interspecies politics there was this.” He spread his hands wide out in front of him. “It’s called a mall.”

“All of what?” That was his other companion. Dregger was human, mostly.

“Not ‘all’.” Quint used air quotes. “A mall. It was a collection of shops connected under a common roof.”

Six flicked its tongue again. “That is an interesting piece of human history. I’m glad we came all the way back to EP to take a look.”

“No, no.” Quint waved his hands at the vast expanse in front of him. “See, this was a great gathering place for social growth, romance, and commerce. Lives were changed in this place.”

“I don’t get it.” Dregger shrugged.

“Come on.” Quint marched forward into the artificial cave. “History awaits.”

“Why do we follow it again?” Six looked at the cyborg.

“Him, Six. Humans are touchy about that kind of thing.”

Nortians were intersex, they changed to fit the situation, and didn’t care to be labeled as a he or she. “Why do we always follow him?”

Dregger smiled. “It beats cleaning filters at the port.”

 

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Sleepless rant

Apologies for the lack of posts as of late. I’ve been lacking sleep and don’t trust my fingers to form actual words.

On a side note, I’ve really enjoyed looking into the variations on the ‘punk’ genres. Cyberpunk, steampunk, and the like. I’ve only recently found out that there’s a complete other attachment to such ideas when you switch out ‘punk’ for ‘funk’ and other witty substitutions. I’ve found these really cool to delve into. Steampunk especially is very whitewashed. I get it, Victorian England is the starting point, but there’s an entire world out there.

To date I’ve still only seen 2 Native American Steampunk/funk designs and 1 Indian.

My personal gripe with the Steampunk genre was that it excluded the US. The Edwardian/Victorian Era is the Wild West across the pond. That ignores Native Peoples, Desperados, Buffalo Soldiers, and the whole Gold Rush. How would flying ships and steampowered mechanics shape the American West?

Actually, what I’ve always wanted to see was someone take on the Zulu for a Steampunk project. Considering how much of an important part Africa and Asia played in the Age of Exploration, they get left out. I guess they don’t want to muss up their bowler hats & gowns with such messy ideas.

Does that make sense? I’m a little tired.

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Short Fiction 2014: This is Tomorrow

Virgle bounced his leg nervously as he waited for the bus. The morning air had a damp chill to it, and he was ready to get home for some sleep. Working the night shift put him at the wrong end of the morning rush, but the pay differential helped ease the transition to a nocturnal life. He pulled the wool coat tighter. Mornings like this made him wish he had taken the time to mend the missing buttons, but the second hand coat was one of the better purchases he had made since he moved to the New England Sprawl.

The NES was made up of what had once been the Canadian provinces Novia Scotia, Quebec, and New Brunswick along with the former American states of Maine, and the northern parts of New Hampshire and Vermont.  It wasn’t as crowded as the other mega cities, but that was because it was winter for most of the year with a brief period of spring that led into a wet fall. Summer was a myth in these parts, but this is where he decided to hang his hat. It was a fair trade, snow and freezing temperatures for natural stretches of forest and breathing room.

Virgle sat up as the he recognized the familiar whine of the electric engine of the bus. He leaned over to look down the street, but didn’t see the doubledecker anywhere among the traffic. It took him a moment to realize that the sound was actually his phone.

He dug the slim piece of plastic out of the inner pocket of his jacket and looked at the display. His head involuntarily tilted to the side as he read the caller ID. It displayed one simple word: Morrison. He only knew one person by that name, and they didn’t have this number.

The phone buzzed a few more times before it switched to the message box. Virgle continued to stare at the small display until the notification popped up. He looked up at his surroundings, but nothing seemed out of place. This was a small corporate outlet on the edge of town. For the time of day all the foot traffic was on the opposite side of the road, even the bus had to do a small turnaround to get to his stop. No one spared a glance up the lone security guard slumped on the bus bench. They were all too dialed in to their AR displays, personal networks, and GPS overlays to really see anything about the world. He didn’t blame them, the varying shades of gray didn’t hold much appeal when a simple neural implant could connect them to a pulsing landscape of color and information.

Virgle had a few implants that weren’t anything fancy. Not because he was against them, but because they were against his budget. Being a low level security guard on a corporate site that was on the fringes of the mother company didn’t exactly make his bank account a healthy one. That was another plus of the NES; most everything was a subsidiary of a Corp rather than real deal. There were a few universal big dogs that were inescapable, Walmazon and Micron Mobile being the big two.

He blinked his left eye, which synced the phone to his AR display, and checked the message. A floating box popped up in the space in front of him. It displayed the time, date, and the caller, but the contact information was blank. That took some doing. After a moment the text was replaced with a picture. Morrison was a bit more haggard than the last time he had seen her. Her usual neon blue hair was tucked under a threadbare bandana, and she had a new scar running the length of the left side of her jaw.

“Virgle, you’re not an easy man to find.” The artificial light flickered behind her eyes as she spoke. “I knew your given name and it still took some digging.” She looked off to the side. “I get it, you wanted out. Hell, we talked about leaving so much I wasn’t too shocked when you ghosted.” Her gaze shifted back to the screen. “If you’ve got this then I’m either dead, or in enough trouble to think I need help. I don’t expect you to save me, Virge, I need you to grab my blackbox.” She smiled, it was a sculpted smile that spoke of porcelain veneers rather than genetics. It had never fit her. “Do me a solid, kid. We’ll call it even for that night in May.”

He shook his head and smiled.

The familiar squared off body of the bus came to a stop nearby. Virgle watched as the door folded open. The driver looked out at him when he didn’t move to stand up.

“You coming, buddy?” The driver leaned over with his hand on the lever.

Virgle let out a long sigh. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

 

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