March 2008

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Aha! Writing Updates

“Marx Ignatia” is, for all intensive purposes, finished. I have to edit it, but I’ve reached the end, I think. I don’t know if it’s a good ending, but it’s done anyway. For those that don’t know, “Marx Ignatia” (the working title) was sort of inspired by another story called “Asher”, since the character of Marx Ignatia is mentioned in that story. So I finished it at 18,003 words and now intend to set it aside for a short while before going in to editing it. It’s a long piece, so I need a mental breather.Also, I’ve finished the first draft of “Interstellar Realty”, which may be the finished title, and it is off to be critiqued. I expect that story to go out at the end of the week.Now, to the pressing matter. I finished “Life of Jordan”, but it has a lot of problems that, unfortunately, have pushed it back and off of the planned submission to Writers of the Future. The story itself is fine, but there are bits where I obviously need to clarify or add things in order to make it work better and that poses a problem: I’m supposed to be removing words, not adding them. This means I may not be able to get “Life of Jordan” down to size and it may need to be submitted elsewhere. So, it’s been pushed out of the way since I need to get a story submitted to this quarter for WOTF. That means “Interstellar Realty” is going there, since I think it is a decent story. I enjoyed it so much, actually, that the little jokes made me laugh out loud.Anyway, so that’s the writing update for the time being. There’ll likely be another this weekend. I’ve got a lot of things cooking that have nothing to do with my writing, but do have to do with interviews and the like. So stay tuned!

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Oh You Silly Religious

Apparently you can just make it up now. Yeah, I thought it was surprising to. It’s not written in the Bible, but hey, it must be a sin cause the Archbishop said so. Good lord. I proclaim a new sin, since we can just make it up now:Thou shalt not oppress, discriminate, or manipulate people of alternate position due to religious intolerance and thou shalt not profess the name of God in war, nor shalt thou make new sins because of changing times, nor for the sake of man’s indiscretions that that thou mayest have Holy Law as a defense for personal disagreement. Welcome to Shaunism, the new religion of the world, where people aren’t discriminated against for being slightly different or believing in magic bunnies or whatever else they believe in and neither are people killed, imprisoned, or threatened for believing in magic bunnies or whatever else so long as their beliefs do not cause intentional harm to those of the living. P.S.: Yes, I realize the sins in that link are basically decent ideas, but I still don’t like the idea of having to use religion as a basis for creating them as no-nos. Shouldn’t the Church just the address the issue from a common sense point of view? Maybe explaining why we shouldn’t do it rather than saying “well, God said so” would be a much better idea and possibly more effective. Now I feel like we should do all the things they don’t want us doing, just in spite. (Don’t click the read more, there isn’t any more after this!)

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Movie Review: Sunshine

This is probably one of those overlooked movies that everyone should see. Will it become a cult-classic? Probably not, and in all likelihood it will be forgotten in the next ten or so years. The sad thing is that this movie is one of the most amazing movies to come out last year. Sunshine follows the story of the Icarus II and her crew. The sun is dying a lot sooner than expected and mankind, being the stubborn “we will live” species that we are, is not ready to die out. They decide to send an enormous nuclear device to restart the sun. When the first ship, the Icarus I, mysteriously disappears, a second mission is set in motion with an even larger bomb–the size of Manhattan. Sixteen months into the journey the crew receives a disturbing signal: a distress beacon from the Icarus I. Capa, the crew’s physicist and expert on the bomb they are carrying, is given a decision: either ignore the Icarus I and hope the one bomb they have will work, or deviate from their course and possibly get a second bomb…two second chances. Like any story such as this, things do go horribly wrong, and I’ll leave it at that. Sunshine is a brilliant film that deserves a lot more attention than it has been given. Considering the abundance of flashy, space-opera science fiction being thrown out there, this is a huge breath of relief. It’s a disaster movie, but with gripping scenery. The CGI is fantastic here. It isn’t overdone and it looks, gasp, real. This is something that other directors should be looking at when they envision using CGI. If you can’t make it look real, don’t bother. There’s no point and it really hurts the feel of a movie when things look fake. The characters, while somewhat sparse in characterization at points, are powerful and memorable. The cast is well picked for the characters they are supposed to be and the acting is on par. It’s really hard to not love this film. Perhaps the only part that I felt hurt the movie was after a fire erupts in the Icarus II and destroys their oxygen supply. Later on, when things are falling apart, Corazon (played by Michelle Yeoh) finds a single little plant growing out of the ashes, which is such a beautiful scene, but considering the ending seems somewhat pointless. I love the scene, but it’s so depressing to think about Corazon’s almost tearful happiness at seeing life springing from the ashes (which might be a commentary on the story as a whole), only for that little bit of life to end up being no more anyway. I loved the scene, but sort of wished it had ended a little different. Perhaps that is what the writers intended to do, though. Regardless, this is a powerful film that stresses what it is to be human and even touches on some really disturbing issues of human psychology and God. One little bit of technology that I really loved was this sort of miniature holo-deck. Unlike in Star Trek it’s non-interactive. You can’t go walking around as Sherlock Holmes and shoot people, but for these astronauts who are stuck on this ship–which is huge, but still a giant tin-can–it acts almost like a refreshing moment to remember what it is they’re saving. It’s truly a beautiful little machine. Contrary to what the critics have said about this film, the end half does not ruin the amazing, beautifully envisioned beginning. In fact, the ending seems to amplify the desperation of the crew to succeed in their mission, even when there’s a killer on the loose and everything is falling apart. Remember, this isn’t just a survival of the individual, this is the survival of a whole species, and that desperation is clear by the end. The ending was powerful, gripping, and terrifying. The movie as a whole is equally as powerful, gripping, and terrifying and if you haven’t seen Sunshine yet, do so immediately. This film is truly a gem in the field of science fiction.

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Today Has Been…Special

I have been one heck of a trooper today. I set a lofty goal of 2,000 words a day, with an amendment that stated that if I was writing an essay or doing something school related I would be able to sidestep the writing, since my entire life and success depends on being able to hold a job that can pay off the student loans and otherwise give me a livelihood that will sustain me and keep me from going nuts and working at Burger King. Partially the point of going to school is to educate myself in things I don’t already know, which is working, and partially to secure a decent job that will, hopefully, make me happy. Now, of course I’d love to be one of those nice folks who write for a living, but I think a part of me knows that such things will never happen, and I can live with that. All writers should, by the way, because most writers never get to that point. Even some of the huge names in the field right now are barely scrounging from all the work they put into writing. John Scalzi is not rich by a long shot and is quite generous in sharing his financials (which, while much better than I have ever made in my short life, is certainly not the greatest income considering he works his butt off writing fiction and other stuff).Okay, that aside, I’ve been a trooper because I started the day feeling generally like crap, for no apparent reason, and with my mind attempting to contemplate what exactly I was going to do with the story currently entitled “To Paint Lords Green”, a fantasy short set in the same general world as “Irlgem”. I sat around talking to the girlfriend and came to the conclusion that whatever I was doing with that story wasn’t going to work the way I had intended and the idea I was working with was going to turn into something too large for my tastes (I wanted a story under 5,000 words, and that just wasn’t going to happen).So I spent hours feeling sort of horrible and then I had a spark of random inspiration and started writing this new SF story currently called “Interstellar Realty”. I don’t think that will be the final title, but it’s a humor piece and I’m loving it. It took a while to get through because there is something about humor for me that requires a little more in the thought process. Jokes are somewhat difficult to write I think, especially if you don’t want to come off sounding like one of the very few SF writers who tell jokes in their stories. So, it is now after eight in the evening and I have officially written 2,752 words, 49 of which were in “To Pain Lords Green” (yes, I counted those).Is “Interstellar Realty” finished? Nope. Is it close? I think so. It’s technically at a good closing point, but I want to write a little more to provide a better ending to it. One thing I learned about a story I wrote a while ago was that the ending left people a little unsatisfied, which was difficult to change and still is (I think I’ve figured it out though, so I may be writing that very soon). Basically I want the story to end on a high-note, which won’t be much more than 500 words I think. I could probably cram it into 300 without losing much. It all depends what bizarre stuff pops in my head. Just so you know, “Interstellar Realty” is basically a comedy piece about futuristic realty companies in a galaxy where humans have moved to other planets and the like (there are aliens thrown into the mix). It’s also a commentary on customer support services, which we all have probably had to deal with. I won’t say much more than that though, because it might ruin the story.Now, the story “Life of Jordan” that I’m working on is written. It comes in at around 17,600 words, which is 600 over the limits for Writers of the Future, so I have to trim it down. It’s not edited at the moment, but in a very raw state. Part of that is because I want to go through it, with help from the rather brilliant and writing conscious girlfriend (yes, she gives honest advice and sometimes it ticks me off, but she’s more often right than wrong about things related to writing), and find all the bits that really shouldn’t be there and drop them out now before doing the real edit (typos, sentence structure, etc.). The premise of that story is one where the world has fallen due to global warming and small, walled and guarded cities have sprung up and genetic manipulation has been used to alter children so they are homosexual to prevent overcrowding, leaving heterosexual people, in such communities, to be considered dangerous (and illegal). I’ve enjoyed writing it because it does deal with some interesting conflicts in today’s society and it does spring up the idea of what we might one day do to solve our population problems.So, that’s where it all stands, basically. I’m doing a lot of writing and hopefully by the end of the next week I will have two more stories polished and ready to go out (“Life of Jordan” to Writers of the Future and “Interstellar Realty” to…somewhere). Exciting. Now I’m exhausted, so I’m going to go read and clear my head. Somewhere in there I’ll eat food.

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The Nature of Questionable Decisions

I love reading Modesitt’s blog because sometimes there is something really profound written there. One such subject was this idea of characters making questionable decisions. In the case of what Modesitt is talking about it’s a rather serious decision which results in something that might be perceived as evil: I came across a comment by a reviewer that condemned [yet again] one of my characters [not Van Albert, surprisingly enough, who has taken much abuse over the years since The Ethos Effect was published] for killing “innocents” when she destroyed a city ruled by those who had inflicted great evil on others for generations. The evil wasn’t questioned, but the extent of the “collateral damage” was, and it was questioned on the grounds that it was akin to condemning all Germans in WWII because Hitler was the German head of state. What is really interesting about this is that the reviewer didn’t just say “oh, I didn’t like it”, he or she, according to Modesitt, “condemned” it. No, setting aside the fact that I haven’t read The Ethos Effect I think there is plenty to discuss here about the nature of questionable decisions, not necessarily in a science fictional or fantastical context, but in a realistic context. From a realistic perspective I wonder what exactly this reviewer wants to achieve. Does he or she want to force writers to stop writing about controversial issues? Should we stop writing about the bombing of Hiroshima or Nagasaki just because it comes off as a questionable act and bothers someone? I’m not saying that those acts were right (certainly you could argue that the bombings in Japan were for a necessary good, but the ambiguity of such destruction leaves room for open debate in any forum, but I do acknowledge that sometimes human beings make decisions that are, in and of themselves, for the good of someone else. This isn’t just some rare event, but rather popular in the world. We can look at any insurgent group who is fighting off an invader. Sometimes actions are taken that involve the death of innocents not only by the insurgent group, but by the invaders as well. The fire-bombing of Dresden, while certainly a seemingly pointless act, did serve to show the might of the Allied forces–this acted on the level of demoralization, which is a psychological way of ending a war quickly. The insurgents who exist in Iraq, for a more current example, are bombing locations filled with students and otherwise innocent people who are just trying to move on with their lives. I don’t know the intentions of the insurgents and whether or not they are intentionally blowing up innocent people (as in that being a primary goal), but it would seem from a non-terroristic perspective to be the act of violence against the innocent to serve a purpose: they want us out. Now, certainly these are events we don’t like remembering. Nobody likes dreaming about the deaths of tens of thousands of, for the most part, innocent Japanese citizens at the tail-end of WW2. We think about them because they are real and part of being human–we make decisions that are ambiguous. Why is it so hard to accept that this sort of ambiguity belongs in literature, in any form? Literature predominately deals with issues of humanity, even science fiction and fantasy (especially science fiction by the way, since the concepts of cloning, robotics, cybernetics, etc. are inherently centered on the idea of humanness). While the decisions characters make might be vile and horrible, isn’t that sort of addressing what is real about humans anyway? We aren’t a perfect little species who goes around loving one another as if we were permanently stuck in a 1960s Love movement. In fact, we’re rather brutal to one another and even the good guys make bad choices. The U.S. might not make a lot of great decisions–particularly in recent years–but we and many of our allies consider us to be the good guys. We look at the U.K. in much the same light, despite the many ambiguous and often wrong-seeming acts that nation has committed. Literature certainly takes this and puts it into context. What exactly is the problem with the good guys making bad decisions in a story? Let’s take what I think is an especially good example of personal ambiguity. In Tobias S. Buckell’s Crystal Rain one of the characters, towards the end of the book, has to make a particularly horrible decision which I found to be horrible, yet entirely powerful to the story at large. This character has to make the decision between ending the war and giving up several thousand innocent people who were captured by the enemy (who are like Aztecs) to be sacrificed to the enemy gods, or prolong the war and likely kill everyone. She makes the first decision, taking with her this horrible sense of defeat and that lingering emotion and memory of what she had done. Innocents are going to die here, thousands of them, and yet the decision has to be made. While this is certainly not the same sort of situation that Modesitt is talking about, it is an example of a decision that brings a variety of different responses. Some people are going to accept this, despite the horror of it, and others are going to reject it and might even become violent, especially if they are the ones who have lost their loved ones to sacrifice. It seems like the “RIGHT” decision, but a “BAD” one nonetheless. It’s a decision that hints at the opposite end of the examples already given, which do fit within Modesitt’s example: committing to something for the better of everyone that will hurt the few. There’s something about the road to Hell being paved with good intentions. Questionable decisions have to exist. There’s no way you can simply say that characters can’t make bad decisions with the intention to do good. Literature does not commonly

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Hell No We Won’t Go (To Mars)

While perusing my Google Reader I found an article over at Futurismic that linked to an article at Universe Today, the likes of which surprised me because I had missed it. I was immediately stunned. Why? Because the article talks about a former NASA engineer’s idea that our first Mars mission should be a one-way trip. Basically, we should plan it without thinking about getting the astronaut back: When we eliminate the need to launch off Mars, we remove the mission’s most daunting obstacle,” said McLane. And because of a small crew size, the spacecraft could be smaller and the need for consumables and supplies would be decreased, making the mission cheaper and less complicated. Excuse me? Okay, look, we took risks in the original space race, but the difference is that the chances of things going right were much higher than the chances of things going wrong. The astronauts who went to the Moon new they might die, but they also knew that their mission was planned for a return trip. This is nothing like those old days of taking risks and ‘getting it done’. In fact, it’s completely different. Who the hell in their right mind would volunteer to kill themselves just to go to Mars? Not even that, if the only option is a suicide mission, wouldn’t it be better just to wait until we can do a round-trip flight? It’s not going to take much longer before we have a viable, affordable solution, or someone ponies up the dough for the really expensive version.And Mr. McLane doesn’t call this a suicide mission: There would be tremendous risk, yes,” said McLane, “but I don’t think that’s guaranteed any more than you would say climbing a mountain alone is a suicide mission. People do dangerous things all the time, and this would be something really unique, to go to Mars. I don’t think there would be any shortage of people willing to volunteer for the mission […] That will be the easiest part of this whole program. No, Mr. McLane, I’m afraid your idea is nothing even remotely like a climb up a mountain alone. In fact, that’s an idiotic analogy. Lots of people come back from their climbs up mountains. Hell, there have been several who’ve gone up Everest and returned to tell the tale. See, there’s a fundamental difference between climbing a dangerous mountain and going on a one-way trip to Mars. In the former you know that there’s a good chance you’ll be coming back alive, you might even be pretty sure about it. In the later you know that there’s no chance you’ll come back, in fact you know that once your mission is over…you’re dead…muerte…And who would be willing to go on this mission? Not me. This has less to do with fear than to do with the fact that even if I was a little older than I am now I would still end up losing out on decades of life. The people who would be fit for this are in the same boat. You really think that someone in good shape and with good mental faculty would jump up and down and yell “yes, pick me, I’ll die, please, oh, pick me!”? I don’t think so.Bad idea Mr. McLane.

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