An interesting thing happened on the way to filling out US tax forms for Amazon. Old farts and Technology… What could possibly go wrong.
I’ll try to keep the dry and dusty details to a minimum so I can get to the sheer frustration.
While doing said forms, I somehow created a new account, under the same email address, as my original account but with different names, the new one Chris, in line with my more chilled attitude and the original one, Christopher with all that I’ve published for the last five years.
Now I admit I should be better at keeping passwords, but I’ve had everything wanting new passwords lately and I can’t remember exactly how to access Christopher.
Of course I have no idea how I managed to open the new account in the first place and now it seems there’s no undo button on Amazon. What I need is someone to talk me down from the ledge, tell me I’m not going to lose control of my last five years work and walk me through untangling this mess. What I’m getting is stressed help desk workers who seem to reach a point of impasse and hang up. Neither were rude, though the first was kind of like talking to a wall.
All I want is to delete CHRIS and access CHRISTOPHER, if you catch my drift.
Seems that could be impossible. I’ve just sent a third email response to continue this circular dance of depression, and I await the response with some trepidation bordering on panic.
The saga will continue in the comments.
Okay, this is my game face. The feedback has come back, mostly positive, yay, and so the next round of edits and rewrites begins. A full rewrite of the Prologue, a few hours of edits and sifting through the feedback, (sincere thanks to Meg, Talitha and Russell.)
One thing that’s come out is how the first couple of chapters has been polished to within an inch of it’s life, only needing a few minor things, but it’s been pointed out that the use of 2099CE slang is strong at the beginning but tapers off. The upshot is a bunch more slang is needed to season this world of words.
Now I have always been fascinated by the evolution of common language. Some words come into use and never leave, for example the ubiquitous F-Bomb, whilst others fall by the wayside like Groovy, Ace and Choice. (What you still say that?!) So with this novel it’s been fun inventing new ways to call someone an Arsehole. (Yes Arsehole not Asshole.)
So come on a little journey to where someone might call you a Sphinct, Triangle or Whack, where something can be completely Fracked Up, and only Westies say Wuks.
When creating a language, any language, whether it be for Sci-Fi or Fantasy, you should bind the vocabulary with rules, give a sense of logic to what your characters say. Every word should have a reason for coming into that particular use.
In Harmony, I’ve attempted to weave the words into the dialogue, to have the characters speak in the tongue of 2099 Australia, and Sydney specifically. One thing you realise as you study how languages grow and change, is the more isolated the place, the more the local lingo becomes unique.
In the present day, mobile phone/internet obsessed world, the language is slowly homogenising to an extent. What I’ve done with the story is created a logical timeline of language (much of it swearing or insult). I’ve thought long and hard on what would happen if there was a major catastrophe in 2048 and that inter-connectivity we take for granted today was lost for the next 40 or fifty years. Every word or expression needs a reason.
Fracking for fuel through the 2020-30’s caused major toxic problems, ie things can be really, really, really fracked up.
This is the letter A, note the hole in the middle is a triangle, therefore an A_Hole is a triangle. Sphinct should need no explanation.
Drug users, like the small packets of Happy available from a licensed Spence, have their own labels. A good Spence will have a wide variety of merchandise, servicing the pharmacological needs and desires of those who partake in such pleasures. Skank to ease the pain, Scream to touch the sky, Kick to keep you going and Bluies ‘fore you party. Pay the Spence and it’s yours.
And the people of Sydney and Kings Cross, they all have their labels, Head-Kickers and Night Walkers, Ragers and Ravers and Toolies, all are welcome if they’ve got the Creds to blow. The Trogs and the Roaches, inhabitants of the desolate old business end of Sydney, barely ever come to the Cross. It’s no place for the poor.
As you can see, language tells a lot about the world of Harmony. I look forward to you all getting to read the finished book.
Life gets busy sometimes and I forget to update this blog. My bad.
Among other things, (Being a dad and husband,) there are responsibilities that come when you pass the 50 year mark of your life, (I’m fifty one.) I work part time as my gross income from writing at present is Zero. I write when I can, in between the aforementioned responsibilities, in the hope of one day becoming a full time Author. (Writers average incomes are woeful) . I don’t write because I think it will make me a fortune, I’m far too pragmatic for that, but I do hold on to the idea of one day making a living with words.
I do hope one day to be able to look back at the things I’ve written and feel proud. My series, Parallel and The Immortal Darkness were penned when I was just starting out taking my writing seriously and hindsight now four years later makes it clear they could have been so much better. I’ve learned so much since then, mostly from other writers. The community of Speculative Fiction writers is incredibly supportive here in Australia. Especially here in Queensland. There is a close knit community of SciFi, Fantasy and Horror writers that feed each other with encouragement as we strive for the same goal, to make the best stories we can.
Now I’ve finished Harmony, my third novel, I feel like I’m gaining some momentum. Along with that come the fears, what if it’s not good enough, what if people don’t like it, what if I can’t find a publisher? The head gets full of doubts around this time. Having the writing community behind you is a good way to keep your sanity.
So there it is, Part Time Lunatic indeed. I work part time, write part time, do what I can to keep a household going, part time and occasionally, lose my mind.
Well, for those of you who know me, you know that I am doing the last of my personal
edits on my current Work-In-Progress, Harmony. The current status is I’m in the home stretch, and it’s looking like it’ll be about 80000 words of action, excitement and really wild times.
Harmony, for those that don’t know, is the tale of Kiara Black, Key to her friends. She’s a cop in 2099 Kings Cross, Sydney. The world is a very different place, after a tsunami wiped out the east coast in the ’48 Crash. Sydney is a shattered version of herself, ruled by gangs and the powerful Mayor, Key’s boss. Her job is to control the drugs coming into the sleazy world of a pleasure town like the Cross. When a bust goes wrong, she and her partner are exposed to a new drug called Harmony. Instantly addictive, and withdrawal having deadly consequences the question arises, what will she do when she finds the source.
This story started as a NaNoWriMo story in 2014 though the roots for the story were set down in a much stranger time. 1984. Yes sometimes an idea needs to percolate for a while. And I am now getting it up to the stage of spending money on it. Want to recommend an editor, leave a comment below. We’re all friends here.
These last few chapters need the most work, especially with me changing up a few things and butterfly effecting my plot. In the next few weeks you’ll be hearing a lot more.
So, soon I’ll be seeking some beta readers, and you can contact me in the usual manner or comment below.
It’s been a while. I’ve spent the last year and a half getting my collective shit together. I’ve written a new novel, a couple of short stories and got two thirds of the way through the Final book in the Kasdtien Cycle trilogy. You’ll be hearing a lot more about that later. While health issues in house have made life challenging, overall it’s been a pretty bloody good year. Oh the stories I could tell!
But the upshot is that I’m ready to face a busy 2016. This is the fourth year of my five-year plan to become a full-time author. So far things are more or less on track but could very quickly go pear-shaped if I’m not on top of everything.This year I have a to-do list that requires several pages tasks to do to be ready by next December.
My hope is that I might gain the services of an agent like Curtis Brown UK For the new novel which is currently in the edit stage.With the help of my writers group, Vision Writers, and with thanks for their collective wisdom, I am ready to cast my words out to the world again.
What started as a NaNoWriMo in November 2014, (thanks guys,) is now a fully fledged novel of about 80,000 words.
So what’s it about? I’m glad you asked.
The novel is called Harmony the title referring to a drug that gives people the ability to not only read minds, but share the emotions others.
But this isn’t the story about the drug, this is the story of Key, Kiara Black, a cop for hire in a corrupt Australian city, Kings cross, in 2099. She’s come up the hard way from a very different world to today.
In 2048 there was a massive disaster In the Pacific Rim, a tsunami hit the entire coast of Australia and wiped out millions of people. More would have been lost, had the government not been moving people away from the coast to avoid the already rising seas of 2048. The details are sketchy but we lost contact with most of the rest of the world and will be revealed in the next book, (Yes, there will be another book, good lord willing and the seas don’t rise. (Sea levels have risen about 15 metres from today’s high tide, in case you’re interested.)
Fifty-one years after that disaster Australia has got itself more or less back on its feet . Government is a strange mixture of rampant bureaucracy and background noise to a cop chasing rumours of a new drug. When a drug bust goes wrong Key’s partner is exposed to a massive dose of Harmony. She’s also exposed but to a lesser dose absorbed through the skin more slowly.
Drugs are tricky things, affecting different people different ways but this one is instantly addictive, unpredictable and It’s really easy to lose yourself in other people’s heads. Add to that withdrawal brings on an uncontrollable Desire to top yourself, to end the emptiness of being just yourself.
Key’s problems get serious when she defies the Mayor, her boss and goes chasing answers, despite being ordered to drop it. But as she chases the source of Harmony the question remains, what will she do when she finds the source? What will she do now she’s hooked.
The clues take her from the subterranean world beneath Sydney’s derelict and streets, to the other side of the Great Dividing Range. Meeting some (hopefully) interesting people along the way, including a hot doctor, the richest man in the world and a guy I kind of love called Roan. Roan is something special. I won’t spoil it.
Continuing to defy the Mayor of the Cross, Key follows the clues, to the source and finds a conspiracy three generations in the making.
After that the shit really hits the fan, but you’ll have to read it to find out what happens next.
I’m looking forward to everyone reading it, and if you leave a comment I might even let you be one of the beta readers.🙂
So thank you all for seeing me through this quiet period on the blog, and now that I am out of the dark shadows of beating out an 80,000 word book, I can write more about the things that interest me and hopefully that interest you as well.
Remember, sometimes there’s a lot going on in the silence.