You will excuse me if I do not write a post about my dog Ami this week. In many ways, I’ve had a very difficult week, mostly weekend, and with some bad news to start off my morning I feel too emotionally drained to write about her today.
There’s little new in the lives of Rufus and Ezio. Ezio turned one not too long ago and is currently looking out the front window at the rainy Cleveland morning, while Rufus naps on his brown chair. For his birthday, Ezio got a new toy. It’s a ball with a mouse in side it. He was very excited. Two of his favorite things all in one place.
Ezio greeted my husband and I at the door after our morning appointment. It was a welcome sight.
I have begun my latest theatrical project: Godspell. Again, I will be the Stage Manager, meaning all communication flows through me. But my job does not end there. I am responsible for knowing all blocking, staging, choreography, scenic elements (and when the move), properties, lighting moments, sound moments, costume moments, and the list goes on and on. It’s a big job, and sometimes the most thankless and difficult for them all in my line of work. But I’d be hard pressed to find a better group of people to do it with. I am surrounded by support and love on all sides.
I try to fixate on that fact on rainy days like this. It’s always a tough day when bad news comes with rain. They gray dreary day just can’t lighten your spirits. So I try to focus on all the people in my life that are good.
Unfortunately, the rain will also mean that I won’t be able to get a look at comet PANSTARRS. I’ve been trying to locate it for the past few days at sunset when it just peeks up over the horizon. But as is usually the case in Cleveland, there are too many low hanging clouds or tall trees in the way.
Do you, Gentle Reader, ever wish you could just get up and run away? It’s a day like that for me. Just wishing that I could get in the car and drive off into the sunset far away from all the things that are obstacles in my life. But running from these things does not make them go away.
As my grandfather would say, “Wherever you go, there you are.”
Today will be a lesson in letting go, lifting my problems up and hoping that when I fall that the ground won’t fall out from under me. I’ll be thinking on that today.
My long read, scheduled to be released today is not ready. I’d like another week to refine it and make it legit.
So, I apologize, Gentle Reader. I will spend a great deal of time this coming week working on the new long read. I am not ready to release any information about it other than it is Science Fiction and needs a lot of love and attention.
Please come back on Monday for the official re-launch.
Good day to you, Gentle Reader!
I am very aware of my neglect of this blog, especially with Kodiak Rising in the position that it is in and how very close I am to being prepared to get this publishing ball rolling. So I am working on a schedule to get this blog some more attention. The following is just an idea and I’m putting this out there mostly because I need to have some accountability Generally I am a fan of quality over quantity, but it’s time to really make this a priority So here it is:
Monday – My Life Monday (Mostly Cat stories)
Tuesday – Brautigan’s Girl (My life with Richard)
Wednesday – Wordy Wednesday (Prose to an image)
Thursday – Kodiak Rising Updates
Friday – Fiction Friday (A long read)
Saturday – OPEN
Sunday – OFF
If you have any suggestions, Gentle Reader, now would be the time to get them to me.
I plan on beginning this schedule on the first of February. It will give me some time to get myself prepared. See you soon.
The original idea for Kodiak Rising has never really changed. I have always envisioned a three book story. What I learned this year during NaNo was that the book I thought I had finished wasn’t finished at all!
I set out to write book two, but after I reached the half-way point I discovered that everything I had been working on is really part of book one.
So where does that leave me? No further in the story than I was last year at this time. I still only have one book and it it no where near ready to be published into a full book.
But I can share another excerpt from my work. =)
“ They’ve locked onto us with a tractor beam,” Ashley reported.
Bennie rolled his eyes, thankful the girl was behind him. She was too green to be on the bridge, but when over half the crew perished in the Insurrection there was little choice in the matter. She did well on most days, learned quickly, but now she was panicking.
“Breathe, Ashley,” Kara cautioned.
Kara was the right choice for first officer and everyone knew it. She excelled at everything, top of the class second only to Jake Morris himself. He would have beat her if he hadn’t lost his rank after White Dune Battle.
Bennie remembered the day Jake had been stripped of his rank vividly. It was the first day the rest of his colorless life. Before the White Dune Exam, Bennie had no loyalty to Jake. He was the son of a high ranking Captain and was given every advantage.
Most of the soldiers had either been assigned the Alaskan duty or had enlisted on their own accord. At the age of seventeen an individual was given their Assignment. It would be the job they were to perform until the age of seventy-five. They would have one year to work in the field of their Assignment or enlist in the military. These were the only options. If the military were to be chosen they were sent to the military base of their choosing. Bennie had been Assigned Food Services. He didn’t even need a year to make up his mind. After his mandatory week of service, he enlisted and chose the Alaskan Military Base in Kodiak, one of the toughest and most respected of the military branches.
And now, almost twelve years later, he sat at the helm of a massive ship, their Boat as they called it affectionately. It was the Old Man, Jake’s father, Paul, who called the Kodiak the Boat and it caught on. And now, their Boat was being taken by some sort of space pirate.
“They’re not answering our hails,” Ashley reported.
“Then let them come,” Kara intoned. “But we are not going without a fight. I need a security team at the Starboard boarding hatch. Let’s give them hell.
“Dex, is there anything we can do to scramble their sensors?”
Dex was exactly what you would expect him to be. A thin pale young man with the largest brain among men. There was not a thing he couldn’t fix, scramble, or calculate.
“I could send a power surge through the Kodiak, one strong enough to shock them for a brief moment,” Dex offered. “But I can’t be sure how long it will knock their systems offline. It might not even work.”
“Bennie, how long do you need to get us out of range?” Kara asked.
“Well, I’ll need to break the tractor beam or wait until we are connected at the hatch,” Bennie turned to her. “Either was it will take a great deal of impulse from the engines. But that impulse might be the jump start I need to get us going. Once free I can do a little dance with will leave them confused. But they could still trace us by the Uranium Trails. At any rate, I figure maybe sixty seconds should be enough.”
“If we set off an Impulse Blast it will send phantom Uranium Trails in all directions,” Dex grinned. “They wouldn’t know which one to follow.”
“Then do it,” Kara nodded. “All hands be at the ready. It’s going to get bumpy.”