Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I've come up with a new word


I first thought of it in relation to Romney. We all know what a dip is. An ignoramus. So, a dipweasel is an ignoramus who is adroit at conning people.

Thursday, October 4, 2012

What I as a writer need from my readers

I like to write. I like to share what I write. I send out first drafts. Yeah there are spelling and grammar errors at that stage. What I as a writer need from readers on a first draft is the following:

  • Could you identify with the heroine/hero?
  • Was the story line entertaining?
  • Would you want to read more?
  • Was the action captivating?
  • Were the bad guys bad enough?
After supplying that type of feedback, if I ask you to be a proofer, then give me the nitty gritty after I supply the rough draft.

Today's thoughts on politucs

I am really getting tired of politics and all the name calling and going back and forth. It is impossible to avoid it; TV, Radio, paper, facebook, google+, everywhere. My honest opinion is that we are pretty much just fucked. Our government has turned into a fascist oligarchy. Doesn’t matter which of the two you pick, democrat or republican, we’re just screwed. It’s like being told you have going to die and you get to pick which way; drowning or hanging. Doesn’t matter the how it’s the result that is the problem. Same with picking either of the two top candidates. Which rights do you want to lose? make your choice which you want to give up.

Two quotes by JFK...

“My fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

“Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or present are certain to miss the future.“

We have people rising to power in the US or who are in power in the US that want to take us socially back to the Bronze Age. They want the 1960’s back too. What future will we miss by only looking to the past. Sure we can learn from the past. Especially through past mistakes. But what of the future? Energy? Transportation? Sustainable food? The Environment?

Today I disagree with the first quote. I don’t want to do anything for my government which in my estimation is now the “country.” Like I have said - a fascist oligarchy. Aristotle pushed the term oligarchy as a synonym of rule by the rich. Although the exact term is plutocracy. Fascism with this is an authoritarian state that in one definition is anti-liberal. Put fascism with plutocracy together and what do you get? The good ol’ US of A.

What my country can do for me? Well it could stop it’s present course and go back to personal freedoms and small size. Along with that I believe in this day and age we do need social safety nets. Let’s take care of Americans first and stop being the big bully, do it our way, thug on the block.

What can I do for my country? Be a good example of a citizen. Vote. Obey just laws. Teach my children well. Pay my fair share of taxes for the common good. Be environmentally conscious. Support good leaders who want to maintain freedom. So yeah, am voting libertarian and green. Some will say it is throwing a vote away. No it is making a statement for change and if enough people are tired of the crap, and do the same, change will occur for a better future and a better country.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Storm over Nepal

In between projects I have been writing a new short story that could become the basis of a series. It is about an airship captain who takes on a dangerous mission. Here is the first part of it.

The brilliant flash of the lightning blinded the Captain as the thunder deafened him and
the crew. The winds tossed the airship about like a rag doll held in a running child's
hand. The Captain spun the wheel back and forth trying to make the best of a deadly
situation. Reading the winds was near impossible now that they were in the midst of the
storm. Would there be an eye to give them some respite? No telling, but he hoped
beyond hope that it would be the case. ! !
"Stel! Give me a heading!" he called out over the roar of the storm. Despite the windows
still being intact, it was hard to hear over the roar of the storm on the bridge. ! !
"Make south-southwest Sir!" was all he could make out as another thunderclap rocked
the ship.! !
Sean looked back to the Navigator as she pored over the map, trying to determine a
course to set. She looked up - fear etched into her features - before turning back to the
map. He shook his head. This was by far the worst storm he had ever been in. He
flinched automatically as another brilliant flash lit up the dark roiling clouds and
wondered if they would survive the night. ! !
The pilot lay in the infirmary in a coma, so Sean had to pilot the airship himself. One
elevatorman was lost overboard and three marines killed during the initial conflict.
Others were wounded. Damn the pirates for putting him into this situation. But it was
also partially his fault; he had left warnings unheeded. ! !
Sean thought back to how this all started as he fought with the wheel...! !
Stel took readings before checking the maps as she watched the terrain below for a
moment. "We should be just passing Lalitpur, Sir." she called out as they were passing
over a small city. ! !
"Start to take us down to three hundred meters above the valley." called out the Captain.
They would have to search a bit for the airship berth, not having visited this area in the
past. He had taken on a mission, a type that he had before; Transfer of documents. This
mission came as a bit of a surprise as he normally worked for the British Government.! !
Many weeks before he had finished an assignment from the Crown. Most of the crew
were on leave while his airship was in dock for repairs. Even with the work that had to
be done, the crew still had a sizeable amount for pay. The Captain paid his men well,
knowing that well paid crew made for a hard working crew.! !
As he sat eating his roast beef and Yorkshire pudding, a man in a turban, wearing a tan
coloured suit, approached his table and simply sat down. Sean raised an eyebrow and
frowned at the man, but before he was able to say anything the man said, "Captain
Armstrong, your reputation has preceded you and I would like to hire you for a, let us
say, Delicate mission." his speech was impeccable, a British accent and yet there was a
tinge of the orient. Indian?!
Sean looked at the man quizzically and said, "Go on."! !
This was not the way he was normally approached. Typically it would be a letter by post;
A request for a meeting with someone to contact. They would come in when he was in
dock, so his interest was piqued at this new approach and he would at least listen to the
proposal as he could always say no.! !
"Are you familiar with the Kot Massacre that took place about fifty years ago?"! !
"No, don't believe so." replied Sean.! !
"It was a time of upheaval. King Rajendra was deposed from the throne and his son
Surendra Bikram Shah was put on the throne, starting the Shah dynasty."! !
"So what does old history have to do with me working for you?"! !
The man took a look about and then leaned in and spoke quietly, "There is an element
within Nepal that wishes to see a change."! !
"So?"! !
"I represent a leader of a group in Nepal that is intent on restoring the old borders to
Nepal which includes lands that his family owned previously. The Khanal family was
instrumental in establishing trade starting in the 18th century and lost a sizeable fortune
to the East India Company. We have information and other items that need to be
delivered to Katmandu in Nepal."! !
"Alright, if I take on the work, what is in it for me?"! !
"My benefactor is prepared to pay you ten thousand pounds sterling and in addition to
that, upgrade your airship with newer engines and armament."! !
Sean scratched his chin and thought for a moment. Ten thousand pounds was a lot of
money. He could even invest a bit of it in goods in the orient to bring back and sell which
could turn even more profit for the ship. ! !
"We understand your crew uses Webley pistols and Martini-Henry rifles. We will be glad
to supply you with ten of the new Mauser C96 semi-automatic pistols and thirty of the
new Lee-Enfield magazine fed rifles. Two fifty-five millimetre rifled cannon with six
mounts are available. The mounts offer speedy repositioning as they have quick release
hardware. This should help in the event of difficulties."! !
Sean nodded and wondered how the hell the man knew what kinds of arms they carried
but quickly left that thought as the prospect of increasing their firepower sunk in. ! !
"... and so my agents will install the mounts in two days and the remainder of the
supplies and arms will be delivered the morning of your departure. Is this amenable?"! !
"Yes, I believe so." answered the Captain, hoping that he had not missed anything
important.! !
With a simple nod of his head the man disappeared as quickly as he had appeared.
Sean scratched his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into. India was part
of the Empire and the East India Company was very powerful with agents and offices all
over the globe. At a minimum it would be an interesting enterprise. He almost scowled
visibly when he considered the implications of being on the bad side of the East India
Company. Weighing the pros and the cons he decided that the risk would be worth it. If
things went bad enough he could always look for employ in the American west moving
the same types of information and goods. South America would be an option as well.! !

Busy Busy Busy

So the novella is nearing completion. I am formatting it for smashwords as I put in the final edits from my editor. I hope to send it off to be epublished next week. Then it is on to editing the new revision of Arte of Defense. It will be paper published first then we'll layout for epublication.