Monday, February 16, 2015

Space Invaders

Apparently there’s a Space Invaders movie in the works.

Reminds me of this bad, tongue-in-cheek exposition I cut out of Gladiator Girl:

The highlight of the afternoon team practice was Space Invaders, an exercise that grinds hard on the guardians. It was named after an old silent movie. In the movie a lone hero discovers plans for an invasion of Earth to be launched from the Moon. He tries to warn the world, but he is not taken seriously. In desperation he builds a mobile super gun. When the invasion comes, the leaders of the Earth's nations beg the man to protect them. He could deny their entreaties and escape--he built a rocket ship as a side project while building the gun--after all, they refused to believe him when there was time to build a thousand super guns. What did he owe these fools? But a little girl holds her puppy up to him and asks him to save it along with himself. The man realizes he cannot give up on humanity. He takes the controls of his gun and fights the invading ships, but for every ship he shoots down two more appear. As the screen fades to black and the words "THE END" fade up, the hero is fighting an ever increasing invasion force. We never know if he saves the Earth. The important thing is that he tried.

In the Blood Battle version of Space Invaders, The team and guardians put on full body padded suits. They arm themselves with practice sticks. The guardians take turns standing on the temple and defending a straw goddess. The team attempts to score points by striking the target on the back of the straw goddesses neck. The team attacks in increasingly large waves until they score six strikes on the goddess. The guardians always, eventually lose. The important thing is how long they can hold out.

I imagined the movie as a silent short looking like Georges Méliès’s A Trip to the Moon.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Dude, I Just Watched Lucy

I usually don’t give numerical ratings, but they’re a handy way to show my polar-opposites reaction to Lucy.

I give it 2/5 if I’m watching a movie that takes the cringe worthy 10% of your brain premiss seriously. Early on I involuntarily looked away from the screen, too embarrassed to watch, while Morgan Freeman speaks inanities to a lecture hall full of academics hanging on his every word, who then raise their hands, and, with straight faces, ask equally inane questions back at him.

However, a little bit after this, Lucy, on the phone to her mother, struggles to explain what’s happening: “Mom,” she says (I’m paraphrasing), “I feel my bones growing; I feel gravity; I feel everything!” She’s speaking in pure hallucination. Might this movie be, Dude, I Just Found the Other 90% of My Brain? i.e. Could Lucy be the most over-the-top acid trip movie ever made? I mean, dude, if it is, I give it, like, 4/5.

Really; I’m not kidding: as an acid trip, it’s a lot of fun.

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Hey, it was My Birthday

My birthday was yesterday, July 14th, also Bastille Day. These are the highlights of my 64th birthday. Generally, I don't celebrate birthdays, but thanks to internet commerce, I did two significant things today: one silly, one profound. Try and guess which is which.

Marco's Pizza; the local franchise is two blocks away; sent me an email birthday deal: 1 free medium pizza with one topping if I buy another of equal value or more. I took them up on it. Two medium pizza! They'll be feeding me for four days. 
1 pizza with ham and pineapple --- basic Hawaiian
1 pizza with feta cheese and jalapeños --- nothing basic about that! (they didn't charge me for the extra topping on the birthday pizza --- in case you've been keeping count.)

I subscribe to the Tor Books email newsletter. They must have a birthday daemon, and I must have signed up using my Facebook account so they know my birthday. The daemon sent me an "exclusive" birthday story, just for subscribers: A Short History of the Twentieth Century, or, When You Wish Upon a Star, by Kathleen Ann Goonan. I hadn't read anything of hers before, now I have to.

The Tor description is as good as any one sentence I've tried to compose, and doesn't come any closer to touching the quiet, emotional depth of the story. Tor says, "[It's] about the daughter of a rocket scientist in the post 1950s who wants to go to the moon, despite being discouraged because 'girls don't do that.'"

The story begins with a simple prologue: a list of dates and events beginning in 1901 with the birth of Walter Elias Disney. It ends in 1950 with the birth of Carol Elizabeth Hall, the girl. From there on the story is about her, her relationship with her father (who dies when she's 13), her relationship with her mother, the lingering effects of World War II, Tomorrowland, The Jupiter-C rocket, the moon landing, Fantasia on acid, and what it's like being a girl, then a woman, in the second half of the Twentieth Century, who wants to be a rocket scientist.

Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Camp NaNoWriMo, July 2014

Note to self: Never try to foretell, at the end of a blob post, what the next post will be about — it never is — and never claim to predict when the next post will appear — in never does.

Camp NaNoWriMo starts in less than a half hour from now, from just now, as I am typing the first draft of this. If I'm lucky, this post will be ready by midnight. I've been spinning my wheels for a couple of years. I don't know if anything will change. 

Fun tool note: I'm late to the party, but I'm typing this on my iPad Air using a Bluetooth keyboard. Why this and not my MacBook? I like this higher resolution screen — no hint of aliasing; it's easier to look at, and the iPad has much better battery life. My MacBook Air is acting as a desktop computer most of the time.

Writing tools: I'm trying out a combination of Ulysses on the desktop and Daedalus on the iPad. They  store files on iCloud and Dropbox, giving me the computer and iPad collaboration that is still only a promise from Scrivener. It neither has all the cool toys of Scrivener, in fact, they use basic Markdown formatting.

Two minutes to midnight; gotta go!

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

How to Follow My Current Project

My current novel project is called, Forgotten Memories: A Fantasy, of Sorts.

As I'm discovering the shape of the story, I'm dumping the progress into this PDF file on SugarSync. (I'm not using SugarSync anymore. For now, I'm not making the PDF available.) If you want to follow along, you can check it now and then, or I'll put a note on this blog whenever there's a significant update. Please note, the contents of that PDF are copyrighted and released under a Creative Commons licence. Be sure to make yourself aware of the limits and rights granted under the particular licence I am using.


What's Forgotten Memories about? I don't know. Well, I know, but I don't know how to summarize it, not yet. Maybe it would be better to say, I don't yet know what to summarize. I know how the story begins; I know where it's trying to get to; and I know the plot thingy that is supposed to turn it toward where it's trying to get to. I don't yet know how the story is going to get to the plot thingy, or I didn't know until I wrote the second section, Diaspora. Or I thought I knew how to get to the plot thingy until I wrote the Diaspora section. Then I sat there thinking, What the Fruck! (F-bomb + frak, get it?) This is not getting me to the plot thingy -- not at all.

Diaspora was supposed to do two things: introduce the character Antwath, and have him and Vail meet each other. That's it. Get in. Get it done. Get out. Next step: plot thingy. But no. Vail had to make the Diaspora business interesting. She had to make it seem "real." She insisted on saying to Antwath, "So you don’t drop it into the trees." Fine, say it, I said. But, that's still not enough, she said. It's so mundane, I know you don't like that word, but anyone, anywhere with binoculars and high places above trees might say the same thing. It doesn't tell readers anything unique about my world. She had a point. OK, how about adding, "If you do, we’ll have to stop the whole caravan, climb down, and find it, and no one will appreciate that delay." Yes! she said. Now we can move on. Ah, what are you waiting for?

I wasn't moving on. I couldn't stop thinking about that gun -- Chekhov's gun. The one where, if you introduce it in the first act, you have to be careful to not shoot your toe off with it in the third act, or something like that. How could I introduce the consequences of dropping something into the trees and not drop something into the trees? But that frucks up the whole plan for getting to the plot thingy.

Oh no! I thought.

Oh? I thought.

Oh my! I thought.

Holly Frucking Christopher Walken! I thought. If a certain character were to drop a certain thing into the trees, that could lead to a whole new way of getting to the plot thingy -- and a wholly more, I-didn't-see-this-coming-at-all, exciting way of getting to it. It means the plot thingy will have to show up somewhere else, and the characters Sianma and Esio, who had popped into existence during Diaspora to get some minor business done, will suddenly become major supporting characters. And this even begins to solve a problem lurking off in the distance involving getting from the plot thingy to the end.

Where did this idea come from? It wasn't my idea: The ground work for it was being laid down over two weeks before it manifested itself. I don't think it was Vail's idea. Was it Sianma's idea? I suspect she's a lot smarter than Antwath thinks she is. I think Vail understands how smart she is.

You see? This is why I can't outline, or why it wouldn't help if I did.

Oh, about the whole new way of getting to the plot thingy? Tune in next time.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

After NaNoWriMo 2012

NaNoWriMo is short for National Novel Writing Month. It's a challenge to authors to get off their feet and onto their butts and write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November.

The challange started small, grew, and became international. International or not, since almost everyone shortens the name to NaNoWriMo, it looks like they're stuck with the, now inappropriately localized, 'National' part of the name.

I won NaNoWriMo in 2009 and that project turned into my novel, Gladiator Girl. Winning NaNo (an even shorter, common abbreviation of the name) is not an accurate statement, although, that's the official term. As I said, it's not a contest; it's a challenge. You either complete the challenge or not. Even if you don't complete it, the effort can be rewarding, and useful for getting a stubborn novel project going.

But winning is exciting, and this year I won. Yeah me! (Fist pump! Don't spill that coffee!)

I'm sure some people, remarkably well organized people, win with a good, clean first draft. Not me. I finish with a jumble: a collection of notes, character sketches, some roughed out scenes, and discontinuous runs of dialogue. It's after NaNo---that is to say, now---that I get to begin shaping that jumble into a coherent story.

The project has a working title: "Tilt World". This won't be the final title. It's too dull, and there's a casual video game with that name. I'd love to call it, "The Beautiful and the Sublime", but Bruce Sterling used that title for a novelette I fondly remember reading years ago.

Whatever the title turns out to be, here's the prologue. This is a first draft, so there are a few provisos: If you read it, expect that it will change before the novel is finished---it could even be cut in it's entirety.  However, I am not cutting anything yet; any idea that presented itself for the prologue is here. In other words, it's still a bit messy and full of itself.  What do you think?

Monday, July 2, 2012

Genies, Botnets, and State Security, Oh my!

I just finished reading a wonderful new book, Alif the Unseen by G. Willow Wilson. It takes place in a fictional contemporary Arab emirate that's on the boiling point of the Arab Spring. Alif is a young guy, a hacker, who makes a shady, but honorable living hiding his clients'---bloggers of every subversive type: Islamists, secularists, communists, whatever---Internet footprints from the emirate's state security, run by a man who Alif and his digital friends have nicknamed the Hand of God. Alif falls in love with a highborn girl. They meet, spend a dreamy weekend together, then she tells him she has been promised to someone else by her father. The someone else turns out to be, guess who, the Hand of God, himself, and now he knows about Alif.

Alif fries his bedroom servers, and clumsily gets his neighbor, Dina, a girl he grew up with, involved by having her carry a message to the highborn girl. Alif and Dina go on the run. This is where the story rolls off into an amazing world of its own. The highborn girl gave Dina a book to hide, an ancient book, a one of a kind book, a book dictated by a jinn, full of dense layers of meaning that can only be understood by the jinn, and the Hand of God wants it. Desperate to be unseen, Alif and Dina descend into the magical world of the jinn to seek the protection of a dangerous genie named Vikram the Vampire.

The story is a magical adventure set to the heartbeat of young love, revolution, and warring botnets. It has its own dense layers of conflicting social, philosophical, and religious meaning handled with a wit and charm that makes it all part of the forward momentum of the tale.

So, yeah, I loved it. I hadn't heard of G. Willow Wilson before. She's an American who converted to Islam and now lives in Cairo. This is her first novel, but she has written award winning and Eisner nominated graphic novels. I'll have to look them up.