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I've almost got everything ready for next month's grand opening of my Patreon Page. I'll be posting the first installment of my science fiction serial DONJON: ABYSS as well as an exclusive short story. I finally have the patron tiers set up. There's only three tiers at the moment but you'll get content with each one. Not just a blog post, or a picture of my dog, but fiction I have written, revised, and agonized over. I may add other content and benefits, and if this goes well, more tiers, but for now I won't promise more than I can deliver (I have two novels to turn in to my agent by the fall, so busy busy busy.).
Thanks for your patience, the cool stuff is almost here!
A breakdown of the tiers and what you'll get:
Tier 1: You'll get exclusive access to an ongoing serial, with new installments posted every two weeks. Each segment will be at least 1,000 words with storylines running for 20-24 installments. The first serial is my dark science fiction adventure DONJON: ABYSS.
Tier 2: Once per month, you'll receive access to a short story that hasn't been published anywhere else. Science fiction, fantasy, horror, or any mashup of those. Some of these will tie in to my novels, such as INHERIT THE STARS or PROPHET OF PATHWAYS. Average length will be 3,000-5,000 words. PLUS access to all Tier 1 content & benefits.
Tier 3: Once a month I'll let you see my current work in progress, even in its rough, first draft form. I don't even let my agent see this stuff. You might want a stiff drink first. PLUS access to all Tier 1 & Tier 2 content & benefits.
It’s been busy around here lately, but I’m back. I have several things to share that I’m excited about.
First is my upcoming Patreon releases. I’ll be releasing a brand new science fiction serial on that platform, DONJON: ABYSS. It will follow the adventures of Rega, a former soldier who is trying to escape a prison planet as her past comes back to haunt her. Two installments per month, each one ranging from 1,000-1,500 words in length. Each storyline will last roughly a year. I’ll also be making one short story available per month on Patreon. INHERIT THE STARS fans, you’re in for a treat. The tier prices will be more than reasonable for what you’ll be getting.
I’ll be writing a series based on my post-apocalyptic science fiction novel EDEN DESCENDING that will span at least three volumes. This is ambitious and risky, but who said writing was meant to be sane and safe?
I’ll be writing regular articles that I’ll post on Medium. These will be related to technology, movies, gaming, and any other fandom-related subjects I geek out over.
A newsletter is in the works. Subscribers will receive annual updates on my projects, new releases, and maybe sneak peeks of upcoming work. Don’t worry, it will be much cooler than spam. Baked beans, spam eggs and spam. Spam, spam, spam…
I’ll be posting here more regularly as well; this blog will act as a writing journal so it might become weird at times. Read at your own risk. Come for the news. Stay for the biomechanical tentacled red-eyed metallic things.
That’s it for now. This feed will delete in 5, 4, 3…
Recently I watched a National Geographic clip on YouTube featuring Flat Earth conspiracy theorists (source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=06bvdFK3vVU) called Flat Earth vs. Round Earth. The title is overly generous since there is no contest in the Earth being a sphere, something that has long been well-established fact. Even discussing it is a moot point, like debating whether or not fire burns. The clip features what you would expect: Flat Earthers proclaim their idea, offer poor explanations for believing it, and, when shown simple proof that they are mistaken, disbelieve the evidence and continue on with their conspiracy theory. And it IS a conspiracy theory; in their mind, the lie is perpetuated because the people in power wish it to be. Of course it is.
Aside from the sheer lunacy here, I’d like to know who would gain from such a lie. Globe manufacturers and cartographers? Holy shit, what morons. I never would’ve dreamed we’d be dealing with such rampant, easily disproven ignorance in the 21st century.
The Flat Earth movement is just one part of the current rise in anti-intellectualism and assault on science in this country. That isn’t a conspiracy theory. Nearly every day one reads about lawmakers trying to shoehorn Creationism into schools to be taught as fact, or the anti-vaccine crusade that is having real consequences as seen in renewed measles outbreaks. Peddling ignorance and pseudoscience has always been profitable but now it is affecting those of us who don’t subscribe to such nonsense. It continues to build among a minority of the population who still believes in a god but doubts the findings of evolution, doubts that humans walked on the Moon, or refuses to accept that our universe is 13.8 billion years old.
It’s become like a snowball rolling downhill, growing larger with each year despite humanity possessing more access to knowledge than at any time in history. And in the Unites States of all places, which despite long-term downward trends remains the powerhouse of science and education in the world.
On one hand it could be just another harmless trend. On the other, it could be representative of a segment of the population who refuse to accept modernity even while enjoying its benefits. The very act of using a mobile phone or anything utilizing GPS technology should invalidate their Flat Earth fantasies right there, but it doesn’t. It’s like driving a car but denying that the laws of thermodynamics or magnetism work. But there’s a deeper disconnect going on here. Some people cannot process that the universe is infinite, at least in human terms. Some cannot reconcile their current form, homo sapien, with evolution and our genetic relation to practically every living thing on this planet. Like one Flat Earther said in the YouTube clip, they believe it’s flat because they’re not just monkeys running around on the surface. Another proclaimed that the Sun and Moon are much smaller and the stars are mere motes of light in the sky. That there is nothing else out there. I suppose all of those Hubble images are just psychedelic art.
I’ve encountered young children with more complex fantasies than this.
What I see here is fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of not being able to process such revelations, some of which have been in our corpus of knowledge for decades, if not centuries. The modern world continues to change at a rapid pace and these people are unable to deal with it. It’s little more than a cult that loves to be the misunderstood underdog, and that fetishizes perceived victimhood (they resent the rest of us thinking they are idiots). It’s also incredibly lazy, creating a comfort zone for those who cannot or will not comprehend the vast universe around us. Expressing such a belief is ultimately a denial of what our species has achieved. Our civilization has managed to launch humans into space and these endeavors have in turn returned irrefutable proof that we dwell on a sphere. But all of those achievements are denied as fakes, lies created by those who don’t want us ‘to know what’s really going on’. I’ve got news for them: there are no powerful masterminds controlling the world. One look at our current travesty of a president is proof of that.
I’m willing to bet many of these Flat Earthers believe other irrational things as well. I wonder how many of them are religious fundamentalists, how many are anti-vaxxers. How many of them deny climate change. I’m not a betting man, but I’d guess the probability is high. You can’t convince these people, either. Engagement with them is pointless. The more evidence they are given, the more they mentally dig in, the more persecuted they feel, and the more they think you’re part of the big cover-up. This is true of any conspiracy theory advocate, from dedicated UFO believers to right wingers in fear of the so-called ‘Deep State’. There is no meaningful discussion to be had.
If that comes across as intolerant, so be it. I’m not in the mood to tolerate such idiocy any more. Fools should never be suffered lightly. I’m reminded of when Bill Nye debated Kenneth Ham about Creationism vs. Evolution. I admire Nye but he shouldn’t have bothered. To debate them is to give them credibility. These people have every right to believe whatever they want, but I have every right not to listen to it or give it any credence or respect. The media needs to stop giving these ideas a platform.
And that leads to the real danger of these movements: humanity faces its greatest challenge thus far in climate change. It is no longer something to worry about in some distant dystopian future, it is affecting our lives now. More than ever we need science and the strength of our knowledge to help find a solution to this issue. The problem is more societal than technical, true, but science is how we learned about it in the first place, and science will play a significant role in how we deal with and hopefully survive it.
Ignorance such as that displayed by the Flat Earth movement is a serious handicap to our society. It is intellectual poison. In the years to come this movement will only hinder the rest of society as it deals with rising temperatures and worsening weather. They will only spread fear, a fear born out of ignorance. The snowball will grow larger, adding more extreme fringe movements that could make Flat Earthers look rational. Movements that will undercut public trust in science and reason to a degree that our society will rot from within. Like the National Geographic interviewer told the Flat Earther in the clip, their ideas could move us back to the Dark Ages. This is not hyperbole.
The sad part is that these people claim to be in search of the truth…but they are lying to themselves. Especially since they have been shown the truth, over and over. They make me think of infants who are afraid to leave the crib because the outside world is too big, complicated, noisy and scary for them.
It’s time we melt that damn snowball before it grows larger. The best way to do that is to remain steadfast in our democratic institutions, to support science education and research. To advocate reason over hysteria.
To stop being afraid of what we do not understand and engage with it instead.
“And what he greatly thought, he nobly dared.”
- Homer, The Odyssey
Science fiction at its core is the exploration of how technology affects humanity. How we deal with it, how it changes us for good or ill. Technology is a tool we use to protect, feed, entertain, and educate ourselves. We’ve also used it to take such things from others.
Two decades into the 21st century, technology has caught up to and in some cases surpassed the technologies that appeared in science fiction throughout the 20th century. This is especially true in the fields of communication, miniaturization, and medicine. Some key fictional technologies associated with SF—faster than light travel, cryogenic stasis, terraforming, and sentient artificial intelligence—haven’t been invented yet, and may never be. Now that our species is facing its greatest challenge in climate change, such far-fetched ideas may seem old-fashioned at first glance. Out of touch even, considering that none of them can be depended upon to save us from ourselves. In short, they have become a form of future mythology.
But it is not the purpose of myths to save, but rather to inspire.
“If science fiction is the mythology of modern technology, then its myth is tragic.”
- Ursula K. Le Guin
This is nothing new; traveling to the stars has long been SF’s most dearly cherished myth, just like heroic cowboys dispensing justice on the Western frontier was a cherished American myth. But while the latter has been easily invalidated via historical records and a reevaluation of American colonialism, the former has yet to be cast aside. Though interstellar space travel could happen if our civilization doesn’t destroy itself and continues to progress, it’s not a given. Yet the idea is still taken for granted, especially in SF circles. Even my own fiction features this element, in part because I find such stories fascinating and truly believe it is humanity’s likeliest direction, but also because it’s something I want to happen.
This is no different than a child reading a dime novel in the late 19th century and wanting to believe that his or her gunfighting idols really were heroes in the Old West.
No, I’m not calling space travel childish—neither its fictional status, nor its real world endeavors. But what are we really saying about ourselves by writing and reading such stories? They rarely are grounded in scientific fact (guilty as charged, here) and even more rarely take into account what is currently happening on Earth today. If climate change forecasts come true, even at a conservative rate, space travel won’t be able to save the entire human race. Neither will terraforming. The hubris of wanting to terraform another world, while we have nearly wrecked our own, is galling. There is plenty of SF out there now that is paying attention to what’s going on, but much of it is still built on what came before. Transhumanist ideas have become a new part of that future mythology, where uploaded/recreated minds dwell forever in digital cloud networks.
So is this future mythology mere wishful thinking? A fantasy to comfort us while the world literally burns down around us? Critics have long called SF stories just another form of escapism. Perhaps the escapism has been found in the proposed solutions detailed in those stories, not the stories themselves. Or is it little more than a collective dream?
I state these things because science fiction is more than entertainment or a passion to me. It is a hopeful medium where humanity can learn from its mistakes and create something better. The technologies that drive those stories—FTL travel, terraforming, super-intelligent robots, what have you—are mere placeholders that offer solutions to these problems. SF explores the ‘what if’ of how such changes could affect our species, our civilization. It is a parable that is meant to stimulate thought and maybe even action, a tool that allows us to both teach and to learn.
So what these stories say about us is that we know we can do better. That’s not myth.
Recently, some have termed such SF as ‘hopepunk’ but it doesn’t need a label. This genre has too many labels and subgenres already. Besides, SF doesn’t always need to be positive in order to illuminate something about ourselves and our future. Dystopian stories are a perfect example. They too fall under the category of future mythology, though, because so many people assume our society will collapse. Pre-millennial SF novels and films often focused on doom and gloom scenarios, particularly leading up to the year 2000. That reflected the uncertainty many had regarding the 21st century, especially in light of the horrors of the 20th century. The drivers behind that uncertainty—their consequences—are now at our doorstep and cannot be ignored.
I don’t see this as an excuse to give up hope. To give up on humanity.
I certainly don’t see it as an excuse to assume that SF can no longer inspire us.
Mythology remains with us because their narratives teach us something about the human condition. The names and players might change to reflect the current zeitgeist but the stories are essentially the same. Comic book heroes are certainly modern myths, but SF isn’t concerned necessarily with today, but tomorrow. We are at a crossroads where some of these myths—such as reaching the stars—could become reality. That is what separates this ‘future mythology’ from ancient or even modern myths.
So while SF serves the dual purpose of providing entertainment as well as allegorical thought experiment, it is unique in that its stories have inspired people to make those myths a reality. From the communicator on Star Trek rousing an inventor to create the mobile phone, to rocket engineers reading issues of Astounding that encouraged them to literally shoot for the Moon, SF has served, and will continue to serve, as a catalyst for what we can achieve.
I only hope that we don’t become myths ourselves in the process.
“Today, we're still loaded down - and, to some extent, embarrassed - by ancient myths, but we respect them as part of the same impulse that has led to the modern, scientific kind of myth. But we now have the opportunity to discover, for the first time, the way the universe is in fact constructed as opposed to how we would wish it to be constructed.”
- Carl Sagan
Well, 2018 wasn’t THAT bad. But I’m ready to move forward—in more ways than one.
Here at year’s end I’ve been pretty busy. I always feel rushed due to the holiday season but to quote one of my favorite films, ‘a writer writes, always’. I’ve written a few new short stories and I’m gearing up for another new novel early next year (working title: REDSHIFT RUNNERS). Just recently turned in TRAJECTORY to my agent, my time travel UEA novel (with dinosaurs, yay!). I’m rethinking what I really want to say in the next draft of AFTERWORLD, my posthuman work. Audible rereleased SIGNAL after fixing some issues with the audio production. I renewed my dues to SFWA for another year.
Yeah, kinda busy.
For the first time in a long time I feel like a SF writer again. It’s easy to let depression, shitty reviews, and the current state of politics in this country bring me down. It’s even easier to give in to self-doubt and frustration and wonder why I’m still doing this.
But here I am, still writing, naysayers be damned.
The other hard part is to keep challenging myself. It’s all too easy to fall into a regular story formula. Once again I need to break out of the trope cocoon. But I’m stoked about my upcoming projects. I’d like to focus less on space operas such as INHERIT THE STARS and THE LAST ETERNITY and write more suspenseful stories. Plus I’ve written too many ‘chosen one’ plots that I don’t want to repeat that any time soon (or ever, really). Less pew pew pew, more WTF.
One more thing: I’m going to try and keep this blog updated on a regular basis. I’m not as witty as other writers out there—I’ll admit this blog could be more entertaining. Okay, stop yawning. Still considering the Patreon thing but I’m not sure it’d be worth my time. I’d be pressured to create content every month for it while working on my main projects, which I worry would cause both to suffer. I’m not simply posting trunk stories if someone’s going to donate moola to me every month. It has to be quality content or I’m not doing it.
Anyway. Here’s to a better year in 2019, with better stories to tell.
After a year and half of work, SIGNAL has finally been published. This novel represents a change of style and hints at what’s to come in the material I’m currently working on. It also comes after what seems like a huge dry spell in my writing career—before this, I’d not sold any fiction for nearly two and half years. I’d turn over novel after novel to my agent, he’d submit them to publishers, and no one bought them. So it wasn’t for lack of trying. SIGNAL, regardless of how well it sells, is my second chance at this.
I wrote it during one of the most challenging years of my life. Not long after I started the first draft, I lost my job. A few months later, my wife and I separated. I was in a bad place emotionally and financially. But this isn’t a sob story. That information is context.
Despite those things, I persevered. I didn’t let anything stop me from writing.
Kinda like the characters in SIGNAL: they’re stuck in awful circumstances, they argue with each other, they sometimes doubt their sanity—but they do what needs to be done.
The idea began as a serialized piece I thought about posting to my website in 500-1,000 word installments. End every scene on a cliffhanger, try to keep the reader interested, and make the suspense relentless. I never wrote the serial but the idea transformed into what became SIGNAL. The original title was ADRIFT, which was changed by the publisher after it was discovered that another sci-fi book, with the same title, was being released around the same time. But I’m happier with the final title. SIGNAL fits perfectly.
I knew from the onset that I wanted more technical details in the story. More ‘Hard SF’ as it were. I researched space medicine, the experiences of astronauts in our own time, and tried to imagine where that field might be 150 years from now. I tried to keep the technology realistic without going gonzo like I have in my previous space opera work. I paid more attention to how variations in gravity and radiation affect the human body. It’s strange, but attempting to be more factual made me enjoy the work more.
Maybe I’ve finally found my niche at last.
Next I wanted a diverse cast of characters. If humanity is still going to be in space, much less exist as a species, in 150 years, then we need to get our shit together and get along. But humans aren’t perfect and I find future utopias unrealistic (I love Star Trek, but hey.) So I ventured into new literary territory once again: I made race (or the idea of race, since we are all one human species) and bigotry something the main character has to deal with. We might make technological leaps in the next century, but I have no doubt that racism and sexism will still, unfortunately, exist. Some will think I did this just to ‘cash in’ on current politics, but since that same nonsense still plagues our society, I’m vindicated in using such elements in my plot. People still write stories about greed and jealousy, two of humanity’s most undesirable traits, and no one blinks an eye. Mention bigotry, and all of a sudden you’re being ‘too political’. I call bullshit. If we’re ever going to progress as a species, we need to overcome such prejudices and hatreds.
I won’t spoil the plot, but I will say that the ending isn’t resolved by the death of a villain.
Lots of influences went into SIGNAL, like they do for any artistic endeavor. Some conscious, some subconscious. Examples:
Rendezvous with Rama by Arthur C. Clarke – I love this classic. I wanted a narrative where humans encounter something larger than themselves, and I kept thinking back to Rama. I didn’t initially set out to write a story in that vein, but after completion, I realized the similarities. Clarke is one of my favorite authors after all, so guilty as charged.
Aurora by Kim Stanley Robinson – Stanley’s portrayal of a generation ship made me rethink how I would present the story’s technical information. I liked how he did that without spending too long in doing so. He kept the narrative going while ensuring the technical aspects remained integral to it.
Writing the Other by Nisi Shawl and Cynthia Ward – Though not a fictional work, this book helped me to place myself in someone else’s shoes. The writing exercises were a real eye-opener in regards to how I tell stories about characters who are different than myself—different as in gender, ethnicity, religious beliefs, and so on.
The Third Planet from Altair by Edward Packard – A Choose Your Own Adventure book I read in my grade school years. I always liked the idea of things going awry while trying to explore a strange, mysterious planet. I also included an ode to this in SIGNAL: the module Aloha is named after the ship from this book; module Vivaldi is named after one of the characters in the story. There’s also nods to other CYOA titles: modules Seeker and Maray are named after vessels from Journey Under the Sea; module Luzinia is named after a character from Prisoner of the Ant People.
Musically, I listened to Com Truise’s album Iteration, Siddhartha Barnhoorn’s soundtrack to Out There; Brian Eno’s Apollo; and Goldfrapp’s Silver Eye. There were other artists, but these in particular provided the aural background while I wrote.
The art of James White, NeoWave Series (https://www.signalnoise.com/neowave-series) was a visual inspiration. Look and you’ll see why.
I rewatched The Right Stuff, Apollo 13, Gravity, and of course, 2001: A Space Odyssey. And, yes, I rewatched John Carpenter’s The Thing.
I want to thank my agent, Ethan Ellenberg; my editor, Steven Farber; the cast of the audiobook (Natasha Soudek, Allyson Johnson, Raphael Corkhill, and Fred Berman); cover artist Chris McGrath; beta readers Meredith Morgenstern Lopez, Ian Welke, and Juliette Wade; and anyone else who helped make this possible.
This was a hard year for me on the writing front (well, all fronts) and damn it, I’m not comfortable with that. Stories have come hard and slow to me, and novel drafts I typically would have dashed out in under a month now take me twice that amount of time. I’m not short of ideas, and I have enough time in my schedule to get these things done. My agent says I am turning in my best work (such as ADRIFT, recently), with each manuscript getting better and better. But for the last several months, it has been as if the passion was sucked out of me. No amount of coffee, tea, or motivational viewings of 2001: A Space Odyssey could lift me from the funk.
I’m sure other writers go through phases where their output waxes or wanes; I know I have. But this time was different. The specter of quitting what I do has never haunted my thoughts, but self-doubt more than took its place. I even took to procrastinating when it came to writing, something I rarely did in previous years.
Either I’m losing my touch, or my mind needs more time to realize these stories on a subconscious level. We write stories based on our experiences in the real world, and I’ve been trying to tackle deeper, more ‘cerebral’ material instead of the action/adventure stories I typically write. Perhaps, in going for more depth, I’ve had to explore my own psychological depths. One would think that requires more gestation time for such stories. This isn’t an excuse for writing less this year: I haven’t lost any of my excitement for the craft, for science fiction and the genre at large, or for fandom.
I’m hoping this is part of my evolution as an author, and that I come out of it stronger and more focused. I intend for it to be.
As this year draws to a close, I’m roughly halfway through another first draft, AFTERWORLD. I wrote a synopsis as a guideline, and I have the overall plot envisioned. Pretty typical for me, since I’m a panster anyway. All I will say about AFTERWORLD is that it’s a ‘post-human’ story, set far into the future at a point where humanity is extinct. The main characters are all biomechanical. This has led me to think more about how we humans express ourselves, how we see the world, and the things we take for granted, more than ever before. Even though I’m well into the first draft, new ideas are still coalescing in my mind. Should I take this narrative route, or that one? I don’t find these questions to be obstacles, but they have caused me to slow my progress and ponder certain issues a little more before returning to the manuscript.
Before this year, I would have cautioned against such a thing. Usually, once I’ve started a new story, I don’t stop until it’s finished. For a novel, that meant not pausing to reconsider character motivations or plot maturation. I simply charged ahead. And that has always given me grief when revising my first drafts into second ones. Maybe now, I’m finally slowing down so that I can craft better stories, and get more of it right the first time around. If I were superstitious, I’d say this is my muse striking back, after I’ve sent her changing through the burning ruins of Pansterville for years.
Anyway. I plan to complete the initial draft of AFTERWORLD before 2017 finally ends. I’m excited for 2018. I’m ready for the muse to kick my ass from one globular star cluster to the next, because, even though I’ve slowed down for a while, I’m not giving up.