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Manuscript Phlebotomization

9/13/2013

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A Taste of My Own Medicine

I edit books for other authors, and often I feel bad about how much blood I draw from their beloved masterworks. Truly the death of a thousand cuts. It can be hard taking the role of the professional honest person at the end of the line: "The Honester" (Yeah, I am absolutely calling myself that in the future). So, mostly out of curiosity, when editing my own science fiction piece, THIS LAND, I turned the Track Changes around on myself, and set to work.

After the first pass through the book, I knew I had already surpassed any bloodletting I'd ever done to a client. This was more than surgery. This was a slaughter. If it were a physical book, it would have closed with a squish.

I got a kick out of looking back after an editing session to see exactly how much I had colored. As an exercise in motivation, I recommend it, as you can visually track your progress.

Below is the version that went out to beta readers. It has 12,160 revisions (5972 insertions, 5633 deletions, 68 moves, and 487 changes to formatting). Though it's not reflected here, after I got it back from beta readers, I cut 7000 words, added 3000, then I sent it off to a proofreader and went over it two more times, implementing recommendations, before publishing it.

It feels great to have the completed book in my hands (so to speak), but also sorta satisfying to be able to crack it open and see how it all happened as well.

EDIT: The last screen capture is from an e-reader app which didn't fill me with confidence.
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At Long Last it's Published

8/29/2013

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Months I've spent toiling away in my own personal word mine ... or should I say chipping away at my construction of written life-likeness like a sculptor,  removing a few syllables here, an extra word there -- oh, there's a whole huge rumpus of a prologue I don't need up here at the front. Well, that has to go.

I work on my books too much, but I'm proud of them when I let them go. So without further ado, I shove it out front and send it off to kindergarten.

What if your planet were being terraformed by an outside entity and there was nothing you could do?

THIS LAND

Days after a new star appears in the sky, the simple folk of the sleepy fishing community of Bay Banyon are attacked by creatures unlike any they’ve seen before.
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Those who survive the morning hole up in the ancient monastery that overlooks the town, only to have their safe-haven become their place of siege.

Cut off from the outside world, they can hope only for rescue, but there might not be anybody left out there to help them.

And their safe-haven may not be as safe as they thought.

Now Available at Amazon.


Of course, now that it is, I can't think of a durn word to say, except, well, I hope it's read, and I hope it's well received.
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A 'This Land' quickie.

3/3/2013

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Editing is coming along nicely.

Stephen ducked back and grabbed a gun for himself. He didn’t know if he was angry at the people for leaving after they were warned, or because they were murdered — eaten —within earshot of the monastery, his home. He could smell the stink of fear rising from inside his robes. He had never fired a gun, but he raised it, pointed it, and fired at the thing that had taken Gemma, its nose still pointing at the sky. He’d liked Gemma, so quiet, secretly smart, always with a smile for strangers in town. The gun kicked back into his shoulder painfully. If he missed, he didn’t care. Even firing, making a resistance, added an action to the blank that had thinned him, anchoring him to the world. No longer did he feel the wind would blow and he’d funnel away like sand.

But everyone was gone. He had failed them all. That thought radiated from him like warmth, and from the man next to him, and the next. Helplessly, they’d become fewer.


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Three Short Sci-fi Films

2/27/2013

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Seeing Hollywood is mostly failing us with its groupthink, its entertainment by committee, and its imperative to please the widest general audience, it's a good thing that the technology is arising for independent filmmakers to produce some seriously interesting sci-fi films of their own.

R'ha, is a short film by animator Kaleb Lechowski, produced as a university project.

R´ha [short movie] from Kaleb Lechowski on Vimeo.



The Seed.

Set in the year 2071, where technology has brought mankind to the brink of colonization on a planet named Gaia, one astronaut takes on an isolated mission and discovers unearthly horrors that could bring an end to human life on this planet.




Of the three videos, I like C: 299,792 the most. It has an air of 1980s sci-fi sensibilities about it. The synth music is as important to the film as the acting. It's well conceived. It has style.

C (299,792 km/s) from Seaquark Films on Vimeo.

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Old Book Covers. They're Great.

1/9/2013

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Today I was directed to a Tumblir site making fun of Bad Book Covers. Or, as it says, lousy book covers. Trolling through them however, I thought a few of them simply didn't belong. To me they seemed homages to the science fiction book covers of the 1960s and 1970s.
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I read it for the articles.
Which, in my opinion, are great.

Make no mistake, I'm well acquainted with those. On many occasions I've come across books -- often wonderful critiques of society as a whole, great anthropological fiction, or early thought-experiments on how technological society is changing us all -- that I've simply been too embarrassed to buy because of their covers.

I couldn't bring myself to hand the book to the clerk and say, "Yes, I am interested in purchasing this. Here is real money."

Heinlein's Friday comes to mind immediately. Many times, while delving deep into second-hand shelves in tiny bookstores in small towns in northern places, I came across this book, and always considered buying it.

But nope. Never did. Probably never will.

Heinlein is famous for his space floozies, as I'll try to demonstrate below. Some of his books should have come in brown paper bags.

I have a number of examples of interesting old book covers, but science fiction covers of the 1950s, 60s, and 70s, seem to epitomize a certain way of thinking. 

Essentially, the way I see it, many science fiction publishers didn't take their own genre seriously. When it came time to produce covers for what often became classic works of the genre, this is basically how I imagine their line of thinking went:


QUESTION:   Who reads science fiction?
ANSWER:   Adolescent boys.
        QUESTION:   What do adolescent boys like?
         ANSWER:   Spaceships. And girls.


Nothing else. That's it.

So what followed were a lot of books that combined the two, often inelegantly, and in go-go skirts, while sort of ... flying through the cosmos. Usually, much like Friday, I couldn't coax myself into buying the more flagrant offenders, but I still have a few fine examples of:
Please pardon the quality of some of the pictures. I was learning how to use a new camera.


__Space Laaadies__


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Ellison is known as an inspiration and often too-unrecognized innovator. Yet here we have the tight purple jumpsuit damsel.
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Half the pages were stuck together when I bought this manifestation of Heinlein's creepiest fantasies.
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Heinlein, I'm pretty sure, typed this book using only one hand.

Mind you, the male 'hero' in the Ellison cover above is also wearing short-shorts over a pink unitard, and what appears to be a motorcycle helmet on his head. All too often, I think science fiction covers of this era were a reflection of what could be achieved at the time by television and film special effects.

Heinlein received a lot of credit with me for Starship Troopers, which slowly dwindled away as I read more of his catalogue. The last of that expired halfway through I Will Fear No Evil, which has the plot complexity of low budget pornography. I put it down mid-paragraph and I've never looked back. Since then, even telepathic nazi Doogie Hauser and the cast of Saved by the Bell in Space versus the alien bugs has been regarded leerily.

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Two, two tiny humans. Ah, ah, ah....
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In this Heinlein cover, the ladies are, literally, all over him.
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Frank Herbert wrote the classic, Dune. His publisher said, "Hmm. You need more nekkid ladies."

I don't recall much about the plot of The Heaven Makers, but I remember enough to know that the cover hardly relates to the book at all. The damsel on this one is rather small, but of course wearing some lovely low-cut evening wear. I always thought the fellow with the cool curvy sword meant to defend her from what appears to be Sesame Street's the Count's close family, but upon closer inspection it looks more like she's running towards the nearest of their captors, and he's getting ready to cut her down.

Just another day at Gringotts.

Of the next two, the Asimov cover is my favorite example of flying space ladies. The publisher just couldn't resist playing up the word 'naked' in the title. As you can see from the Wikipedia entry below, just like all of Asimov's titles -- especially his annoted version of the bible -- the book is a filthy, perverted space romp:
As shown in its predecessor novel, The Caves of Steel, Earth also appears to have evolved an unusual society, in which people spend their entire lives in confined (or "cosy") underground interlinked cities, never venturing outside. Indeed, they become utterly panicked and terrified when exposed to the open air and the naked sun.
Asimov, being brilliant, predicted World of Warcraft by fifty years.

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I'm an 80th level paladin. With sparkles.
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Not defending this one. Early 80s. But there were no flying space elves, I assure you.


__Space Ships__


The other side of that equation, of course, is the space ships. These days, this popular sort of future-ism is sort of a -- ironically -- nostalgic art form. Here's a great page of spaceship conceptual art.

Many old book covers from the 50s, 60s, and 70s, are fine examples of the art that spawned the genre.

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A 'modern' pilot travels in time with his silvery jet plane to show bad guys with crappier silvery planes how he shoots down crappier silvery planes.
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The gift is some kind of kitchen labor-saving device.
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Again, I don't remember this being in the book. But, buying it, I felt safe the book hadn't been pried out from beneath some 12 year old's mattress.

I'm not quite sure what's happening in the covers below, but it sure is 'spacey.' I've noticed that Niven's name tends to get a little heavy around the middle.

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Look out, translucent space guy. Here come the techno space dolphins.
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Orbs are sciency. Looking closely, the man is wearing rather high green space boots.
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One can't forget the early adventures of Buzz Lightyear.
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I, Robot is a book of short pieces about the integration of human-like robots into society. This is what humans look like, right? He'll blend right in.
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I really like this one. Such a simple design, and just a great example of a classic cover. Also, I really like space ships. And girls.

John Berkey's work is generally considered classic these days. With a little digging, I've learned he designed the I, Robot cover above.

Chris Foss is the designer for the Foundation cover, which is also a good early example of orange-blue constrast.


Older John Wyndham's books usually have classic examples of space ships and sciency stuff as well:

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Some of his more recent editions, however, disappoint in that they attempt to portray what the reader could expect from THE ACTUAL BOOK.  I guess that's the Penguin influence.

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Evil sciency skull spiders.
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Evil sciency plants.
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This one, mind you, still puzzles me. Are those American flags inside the ... boosters? gun barrels?


__Salacious, Naked Beats, and Soft Lighting__


Now there' s a heading that demands attention.

I've always loved Jack Kerouac. Cliche, I know. I don't care. I love his writing. That everything he published, with the exception of The Town and the City, is a first draft still blows my mind.

Don't try this at home, kids.

When he exploded on the scene back in the 1950s, it was a turnaround for established literary circles. Sure, he wrote like jazz, like closing your eyes and seeing colors, but he wrote about youth and adventure, often in a free-spirited, devil-may-care manner. It was a mainstream embracing of counter-culture.

The first edition of On the Road is a rather severe, classy, black cover, a cover that goes to church on Sunday and hardly ever says swears. These paperbacks, however, seems to be pushing another angle altogether. I only have three old Kerouac paperbacks, and I have five nekkid ladies.

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Kirk and Ohura, the early days.
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Just hanging out atop some furniture, fostering an image.
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A nostalgic book about his high-school crush? Or what literally appears to be a roll in the hay?

Ladies and gentlemen of the 1960s, buy these steamy paperbacks to find out what your kids are doing: posing nekkid with strange floating houseplants. Mind you, come to think of it, the cover for The Subterraneans was probably pretty risque for the time (1966).


By 1962, John Steinbeck, another of my favorite writerly gentlemen, had a Nobel prize. Win that kind of recognition and your covers begin to take on a friendly, earthy atmosphere, lit with a soft glow.

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Steinbeck's classic retelling of the 2012 NHL lockout.
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Of course, every once in a while, even Nobel prize winners get the nekkid lady treatment.

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Also, the ship looks like a face.




__Wells, Wells, Wells ...__


From these next three, I take the lesson that if your work survives long enough to be recognized by pretty much everyone, your publisher may actually read the book and okay a cogent cover.

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Of course if you're a futurist who predicts we'll be attacked by spaghetti and meatballs from Mars ...
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... sexually molested by white monkeys ...
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... or ever look so proud while wearing padded shoulders ...

... well, we can't help you there.




__Power Font__


LARRY NIVEN WANTS TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE WITH HIS TITLES!

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The cover designer for these bad boys had heavy metal in his soul. These are covers that head-bang to Black Sabbath, that have Slash on speed dial. In truth, Lucifer's Hammer probably shouldn't be included in this list as it's a little too new. Yes, it was first published in the 1970s, but this edition was published in1993.

Essentially, I'm pointing out that this sort of thing has been going on for quite a while now. And it needs to stop.
Seriously. Stop it.

Also, it's a really good example of how book design gets recycled.


__A Huzzah For the Rest__


I think for any other author, these two covers would be laughably cheezy, but for Lovecraft they're absolutely perfect.

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Of course it's a frog Nosferatu. Why wouldn't it be? Alternatively, now the Grinch has come for Halloween as well.
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Here we see a diagram of Darwinian evolution.

On my shelf I discovered these great 1960's paperbacks of The Aeneid and The Iliad that I never knew I had. Any designer these days, with current trends in book covers in mind, will tell you that the Iliad cover is too busy, potentially has too many colors, and not enough empty space to draw the eye to where you want it to be. I think that's unfortunate. Because this cover is fantastic. I'd hang that on my wall.

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A fine example of the cover designer having read the book, but this time actually getting it right.
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The illustrations are almost as good as the book itself.

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An early book by acclaimed Canadian SF writer, Robert Sawyer. I'm assuming he tried to destroy all copies of this cover once he became famous, and I happened to find one of the last remaining.
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A fine example of when it would probably have been better if the cover designer hadn't read the book.
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George Clooney's summer home.
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Believe it or not, this cover suits the book perfectly.


And with that, I'm out of my best examples of fun old book covers.

Not exactly an anthropological study, but a fun visit through the furthest antipodes of my bookshelves. Sad to say, but with e-readers gaining more and more widespread adoption, it won't be much longer before nostalgic digs such as this one become virtually impossible.

Okay, now I have armloads of books stacked on my desk that I need to reshelve. Hope you enjoyed.
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Daisies of Mars

10/17/2012

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Mars loves me, Mars loves me not....
This morning I self-published a short story of mine with Amazon. I'm not very good at blurbing, blurbinating, or blurbtastic exclamations, but this one came out fairly well.

"Nick stepped up onto a rock and proudly planted a solid print in the cinnamon soil on the other side. One small step for a facilitator …

Nick Hutchinson hates Mars, and hates his new job as Earth Liaison.

One month down, five to go. Think of rivers, think of clouds, think of frogs and dresses in summer and umbrellas. Five months until antelopes, snowflakes, storm drains …

But when he volunteers to venture out onto the surface, hoping to convince a widowed hermit to sell her land to Friends of Earth Co., it’s she who has the most to say, and he who had better listen."


As an aside, if there's no such job as a person who writes winning blurbs for books, this is a niche that somebody needs to fill. And I am certainly not that person.

This story came about when my friend, Michael, challenged me to write a science fiction story as a bet for the Friends of Merrill short story contest. As usual, I doubled the allotted wordcount and forfeited the contest. But it was fun, so that's okay.

Though Mars is popular these days, and always in the news, writing a story about Mars that doesn't infringe on areas already flavoured slightly by the greats is next to impossible. The scientific material we're getting about Mars these days rides the wave of imagination established by A HUNDRED YEARS of stories about the planet, starting with H.G. Wells, peaking at Bradbury, and firmly achieving maturity with Kim Stanley Robinson.

On that note, it's very difficult to write anything political about the colonization of Mars while avoiding falling into Robinson's rather sprawling, erudite, and epic shadow. So I decided the best course of action was not to try. Exercises in futility are not my forte.

So I laid my thoughts out about the inevitable trend towards privatizing space flight, and voila, Daisies of Mars. It's a trepidation that I think is valid, seeing that Virgin is building a space port in New Mexico and Google has lately invested in a company to take advantage of future asteroid mining.

The story is also a turning point for me in my mindset towards publishing.

Just a year ago, I would have held onto the piece and sent it out to journals, hoping for print publication. Daisies of Mars began that way, but after I waited three months to hear back from Asimov's, and a few weeks from Analog (great publications), I realized I simply didn't care to run the gambit of submissions anymore. I don't write many short stories, I don't write much science fiction -- and so don't have a thorough knowledge of that side of the industry -- and I have other projects to write which get neglected while I'm trolling through web pages and looking for submission requirements.

Publishing it on my own -- sorry traditional publishing -- is so damn easy. I know I won't sell much, if any, as I don't write the sort of material that does sell on Amazon, and I know I never will. But it's still nice to be able to give a piece a fond farewell, and a chance at completion: being read.

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Help me Choose my Cover

8/28/2012

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I'm only about a third of the way through a piece I'm working on, and as I plan to publish it on Amazon in a shameless display of artistic greed -- those artists, buncha money-grubbers -- I've jumped the gun and designed a few book covers.

Okay, actually I've SERIOUSLY jumped the gun and designed 27 book covers. In penance for my gluttony, my punishment is to not-so-proudly display the first cover I tried to make here on the right.

Just look at it ... mocking me.

In truth, though it's awful, I'm actually not that put off by it. I had to teach myself how to use Photoshop. My talents are limited by not knowing what the majority of the buttons actually do.

So I turn to you, the popular eye of the populace. I could really use some opinions and feedback. I'm out of ideas and, frankly, tired of photoshop. Time, then, to choose!

Okay, so, without further ado, my story is a SCIENCE FICTION/ HORROR  INVASION story. Bear that in mind, please.  A new star appears in the sky, bad things start happening, and people hole up in an ancient crumbling monastery. That's the basic plot.

Fonts can always be changed.

Any feedback you could give me would be greatly appreciated.

With heartfelt thanks in advance.


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July 28th, 2012

7/27/2012

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Rule 34 (Halting State #2)Rule 34 by Charles Stross
My rating: 4 of 5 stars


Stross writes the kind of books that I find I don't really appreciate fully until I give them a little time to sit, and then read them again. In some cases, years later I find I understand aspects of the world unfolding around me because of things I read in his books years ago - much of accelerando comes to mind.

Rule 34 is much the same thing. Halting State wasn't one of my favourites of his - I prefer his space operas and his Laundry novels - and neither will its loose sequel, Rule 34, be a favourite. Regardless, I thoroughly enjoyed reading it as Stross is always witty, to the point, original, and ahead of the game. Any fan of his will enjoy this book. He never disappoints.

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    L.S. Burton
    PictureFarewell, third person bio.




    Lee Burton doesn't have cats or kids, but he does have a lot of books, a couple of mugs he thinks are really fantastic, and a good pair of shoes which haven't fallen apart yet despite his best efforts to murder them with kilometers.

    Burton has written almost six books. Almost six as some are still scantily clad in their respective drawers. Each of them had their own goals and were written differently, and he is very fond of them all -- except perhaps for his first attempt at a novel, which remains a travesty.  That one he keeps locked in a dark basement and feeds it fish heads.

    In 2011, Burton won the Percy Janes Award for Best Unpublished First Novel in the Newfoundland and Labrador Arts and Letters Competition for his novel Raw Flesh in the Rising.

    And just recently, in the fall of 2013, Burton published his first science-fiction novel, THIS LAND, about which he boasts constantly.

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