September 29, 2020

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 465

Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them. Regarding Fantasy, this insight was startling: “I see the fantasy genre as an ever-shifting metaphor for life in this world, an innocuous medium that allows the author to examine difficult, even controversial, subjects with impunity. Honor, religion, politics, nobility, integrity, greed—we’ve an endless list of ideals to be dissected and explored. And maybe learned from.” – Melissa McPhail.

F Trope: a sorcerer who is dead but his “soul” lives on trapped somewhere 

Current Event: http://www.alunajoy.com/2012-mar18.html

 Martin Jönsson stared at the blog and said, “You’ve read this stuff?” He scratched his scruffy blonde beard – little more than rough peach fuzz

Vukosova Gavrilović, long-time friends and NOT girlfriend, smirked. She learned the Swede phrase for her buddy’s newly sprouted beard was duniga skägg. She considered teasing him, but the look on her face warned her that he probably wasn’t in the mood tonight. Instead she said, “I read it. What about it?”

“It like, says that people can soak up ancient energy and transport it from place to place!”

Vukosova shook her head. Her friend was a philosophy major – she wished him luck in finding a job as something more than an intelligent garbage collector. She was a physics major, and if her freshman grades and undergrad presentation were any indication, she may have just written herself a ticket to the Cooperative Lunar Colony Fusion Research Center after she graduated. The CLCRFC – better known by its euphemistic name, The CooL Co. FuR Center and what NASA insisted on calling ClickerFick in its press releases – was every physicists dream. Nuclear fusion was a hop, skip and a jump away from becoming practical. All they needed to do was solve one or two containment issues...she yanked her attention back to Martin and said, “We’ve been soaking up energy and taking if from place to place since the evolution of the first life form.”

He finally looked up from the screen that showed some wackoid Egyptian goddess background overlain with a the foolish ranting of someone who was certain they’d been able to imbue and ancient Egyptian site with energy sucked up in their souls from Atlantis. He said, “This is amazing! It sounds like what you guys are doing in that science class you’re taking!”

She sighed and said, “It’s called Elementary Nuclear Fusion – and it doesn’t have anything to do with storing energy. It’s about creating energy.”

He frowned then said, “I had some science classes in high school...”

“That was last year, wasn’t it?”

“Hey! Just ‘cause I’m a prodigy doesn’t mean I don’t deserve respect!”

“You were a prodigy in acting, Martin! Now you couldn’t shake a stick at an T-comp without breaking into a cold sweat!”

He stood up abruptly, snapping the cover in his computer. “Shows how much you know! I’m gonna see if I can soak up some fusion energy from...from…”

She smirked and said, “Idfu – it’s on the east bank of the Nile in east central Egypt.”

He glared, “You think you know everything just because you’re a physics major! But there’s another world out there, too. One you can’t see! It inhabits the same realm as your gravitons.”

“Gravitons are real!” Vukosova exclaimed.

“Yeah? Show  me one!”

“Well, you can’t just open your eyes and see one! You need special equipment…”

“And then can you see one?”

“Well...not exactly. But we can see evidence that gives a strong indication of the properties and the effects of...”

“So your gravitons are as imaginary as my negative Atlantean energy.”

“They aren’t the same...”

Martin turned away and stalked out of the dining hall. He stopped just before he slammed the door and shouted, “We’ll see whose god is more powerful! The trapped sorcerers of Atlantis and Ancient Egypt or the trapped gravitons of the Unified Field Theory!”

She blinked in surprise as he finished his rant and stomped away. She muttered, “I didn’t know he knew anything about the Unified Field Theory!”

Names: ♀ Serbia; ♂ Sweden
Image: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/71/e5/9871e52bbc09c525af21b8f6471eab15.jpg

September 26, 2020

WRITING ADVICE: Creating Alien Aliens, Part 5: THINKING Like an Alien

In September of 2007, I started this blog with a bit of writing advice. A little over a year later, I discovered how little I knew about writing after hearing children’s writer, Lin Oliver speak at a convention hosted by the Minnesota Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. Since then, I have shared (with their permission) and applied the writing wisdom of Lin Oliver, Jack McDevitt, Nathan Bransford, Mike Duran, Kristine Kathryn Rusch, SL Veihl, Bruce Bethke, and Julie Czerneda. Together they write in genres broad and deep, and have acted as agents, editors, publishers, columnists, and teachers. Since then, I figured I’ve got enough publications now that I can share some of the things I did “right”.

While I don’t write full-time, nor do I make enough money with my writing to live off of it...neither do all of the professional writers above...someone pays for and publishes ten percent of what I write. When I started this blog, that was NOT true, so I may have reached a point where my own advice is reasonably good. We shall see! Hemingway’s quote above will now remain unchanged as I work to increase my writing output and sales! As always, your comments are welcome!

Part 4: https://faithandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2020/04/slice-of-pie-creating-alien-aliens-part.html

Being a Human, how can I POSSIBLY think like an alien? I mean, except for a few forays into the possibility of Humans as “prey”, I can’t think of a huge number of SF writers who have really, truly tried to think like an alien and the write a story from an alien point of view. 

One problem with doing such a thing is that – Why would I want to read about an alien that was so different I couldn’t possibly connect with it in any way. Writing such a story would fly directly in the face of Lisa Cron’s foundational paradigm, “We're wired to turn to story to teach us the way of the world.”

If we are in fact biologically wired that way, then how can we possibly read a story that would catch our attention if it was written from a truly alien point of view? It wouldn’t meet the needs of our neural wiring.

Some notable attempts stick out to me:

In STAR TREK, there were two – first was from the original series episode called, “Devil in the Dark” in which a silicon life form appears out of the depths of a remote mining colony and begins to slaughter the colonists working in the mine. The upshot is that the miners have found veins of valuable ore along with piles of silicon nodules – which turn out to be Horta eggs. The alien reproduces on a scale Humans can’t imagine in a way that’s entirely alien. This episode cheats a bit when we realize that the Horta is killing Humans because she’s protecting her kids – an entirely Human and understandable situation.

Another Star Trek story, “Darmok” came out in the second TV series, Next Generation. This time, instead of strictly biological, it involves HOW the Tamarians phrase their conversation. They do speak words, which the Universal Translator translates into English, but they use some sort of referent system that makes what they say understandable – but entirely gibberish. It turns out that the speak in metaphors. (No idea how they communicate technical data – it seems to me that it would be clumsy talking about computer programs or starship construction using metaphors – though I suppose they could create a “dictionary” of specific technical jargon metaphors. At any rate, again the writers cheat having Picard be familiar with Human mythology, parables, and fables and eventually understanding.

Perhaps one of the most alien beings in SF is the sapient ocean in Stanislaw Lem’s SOLARIS. Lem himself, in commenting on two of the movies made from his book that “…none of these films reflected the book's thematic emphasis on the limitations of human rationality.”

This is what makes the alien ocean among the closest to incomprehensible aliens ever written – and I note as well that the story is told entirely from the POV of the Humans in the story.

More recently, the aliens from “Arrival” are very nearly incomprehensible. Based on SF writer Ted Chiang’s short piece, “Story of Your Life”, the aliens in both do not view time as linear but unitive – all at once. It plays with how we perceive time. [One thing I have had trouble understanding is why such a point of view is entirely acceptable when talking about aliens, but entirely UNacceptable when talking about God. I have long believed, along with CS Lewis, that God exists outside of time and sees all time from beginning to end simultaneously. (“Almost certainly God is not in Time. His life does not consist of moments following one another. If a million people are praying to Him at ten-thirty tonight, He need not listen to them all in that one little snippet which we call ten-thirty. Ten-thirty…is always the Present for Him… If you picture Time as a straight line along which we have to travel, then you must picture God as the whole page on which the line is drawn. We come to the parts of the line one by one: we have to leave A behind before we get to B, and cannot reach C until we leave B behind. God, from above or outside or all round, contains the whole line, and sees it all.” This is from MERE CHRISTIANITY, chapter 3 “Time and Beyond Time”. Rant over.]

I think, in the future, to create an alien alien, I need to stick with changing ONE THING. I tried to do in “Hermit” which morphed into “Cuyuna”. I need to work on this story more because the aliens in it are in a relationship called mutualism (BIOLOGY: symbiosis that is beneficial to both organisms involved). The Pak are immense creatures that dwarf blue whales by several sizes. The Gref are “humanoid” creatures. Both are intelligent, but the Pak are virtually incomprehensible to humanoids of the Unity, where the Gref are understandable – except in their relationship with the Pak.

The Gref live inside of the Pak which moves through space and time without technology – not using ESP or anything we can comprehend, but by manipulating the universe at a quantum string level. I suppose I cheated there, as well. The Gref are understandable to us because while they’re “alien”, they’re humanoid. On the other hand, their relationship with the Pak deserves some work as well…at any rate. Once I take this new insight to “Hermit”, I’ll let you know if I can sell it.

By the same token, another story I wrote and have been unable to place, “By Law and Custom”, has a Human and the alien WheetAh, plantimaloids who evolved from Euglena and out of pitcher plant and Venus flytrap and bamboo-types of ancestors. I’ve only been able to sell one story out of that universe (the Human-WheetAH universe) – perhaps because I haven’t been able to make them comprehensible to a reader…we’ll see how this grows!

References: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solaris_(novel), https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Story_of_Your_Life, https://trueandpure.wordpress.com/2016/03/28/c-s-lewis-god-outside-of-time/
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September 22, 2020

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 464

Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.

SF Trope: Super Powers
Current Event: http://emgn.com/entertainment/15-people-with-real-life-superpowers/9/

The entire classroom was staring at Fajr Nazor. She said, “What’s wrong with you?”

Wiremu Song, the boy she liked, sat behind her, and whom she often wanted to drop dead, raised his hand. He didn’t wait for Mr. Beidelman to call on him though, saying, “We’ve never seen a real mutant before, Mr. B. It’s creepy. I was wondering if you could ask Fajr,” he always pronounced it “fudger” even though she’d corrected him a zillion times, “to demonstrate her super powers?”

Mr. B hooked a thumb over his shoulder as he said, “You, Mr. S., can take a short hike to the CoolDown.”

“Aw, Mr….”

Mr. B hooked his thumb again and touched his Bluetooth, sawing, “I have your dad’s number in my eye and all I have to do is blink.”

Wiremu – whom, Fajr admitted she often called “Wired Cow” – stood up and slouched out of the room, firing a venomous look at her. Once he was gone, she stood up and said, “I don’t mind talking about it, Mr. B. It is sort of interesting.”

 He nodded and said, “Go ahead if you want to.”

 “I do. My mutation is actually a pair of mutations. I can memorize anything anyone shows to me in a split second.”

A girl at the back of the room said, “I can do that!”

Fajr cleared her throat and said, “And then I can draw it with a pencil without looking at the paper.”

A boy by the window piped up, “I seen her do it! It’s amazing! But you can only do it if you seen that thing the first time, right?”

Fajr blushed. Only a few people had known that little wrinkle to her brain kink. She shrugged, “I never told anyone I was super.” She started to sit down then stood up again and said, “I never told anyone this, either, but it’s about the superist thing I can do.”

Both of Mr. B’s brows went up. The rest of the class leaned forward as she said, “I can make electrons slow down to almost zero velocity.”

Mr. B scowled then said slowly, “That’s quite a claim, Ms. Song. Do you have any evidence to back that up?”

She gestured to Wiremu who suddenly appeared in the classroom as she said, “I stopped his electrons from moving right after he started out of the room.” No one moved or seemed to breathe – the all of a suddenly the room exploded with screaming seventh graders…

Names: ♀ Egypt, Croatia ; ♂ New Zealand, Korea
Image:
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September 19, 2020

Slice of PIE: Reflections On Writing From the Viewpoint of the Poor and Powerless

NOT using the Programme Guide of the 2020 World Science Fiction Convention, ConZEALAND (The First Virtual World Science Fiction Convention; to which I be unable to go (until I retire from education)), I WOULD jump off, jump on, rail against, and shamelessly agree with the BRIEF DESCRIPTION given in the pdf copy of the Program Guide. But not today. This explanation is reserved for when I dash “off topic”, sometimes reviewing movies, sometimes reviewing books, and other times taking up the spirit of a blog an old friend of mine used to keep called THE RANTING ROOM…

On July 11, 2020, I wrote the following Slice of Pie essay: https://faithandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2020/07/slice-of-pie-science-fiction-fantasy.html

On reflection, I was wondering HOW I could possibly write a story in which the main character has a problem to solve, but no way to solve it. They will lack not only physical resources like food, water, and transportation; but the fact of the matter is that they’ll also lack imagination and connections.

Lacking imagination is NOT the same thing as being stupid. What I’m talking about is that they live in a world where not only is it circumscribed by limited opportunities to LEAVE their place, they have (most likely) no idea where they could go.

Absolutely, they watch television – HGTV, ESPN, or even TV shows on broadcast if they can’t (probably) afford cable or dish TV (and it’s unlikely that their cellphone minutes would be wasted on watching TV on a tiny screen.)

I do not, myself live in poverty, but come from a version of it – my parents and the four of us kids know all about food stamps, back when they were actual stamps; and while it isn’t recent, my wife and I received food stamps as well as living in a high lower class block of apartments. When my wife did daycare, it was for a single mother whose child was the product of rape…(who now has her PhD…by the way; Mom is a nurse and got her degree over a very long period of time).

So, I suppose I answered my own question: how can you have a protagonist live in abject poverty and expect anything to happen in the story? I think the answer is that unless a writer imbues their poor character with exceptional gifts or powers, there IS no story.

I recently commented on a novel I read through a review on Amazon.com, “Also, other than the sadness of his life story, the main characters suffers not even the slightest side effects of being a slave for twenty-some years -- except that he doesn't understand human slang. While the story doesn’t need to be a leaflet denouncing slavery, Vogel writes in the 21st Century while Heinlein wrote in the middle of the 20th. I would have liked to see a few peeks into his damaged personality and see more than [his fiancé’s]  comment when she finds out that [his] father sold him with the [starship]: “‘That's disgusting!’ I wanted to condemn [his] father more, then I remembered the approaching fleet...”                         

Robert A Heinlein’s CITIZEN OF THE GALAXY at least attempts to delve into the disastrous effect of slavery on a person. Alan Brown re-reviews the book here: https://www.tor.com/2019/08/29/duty-and-dystopia-citizen-of-the-galaxy-by-robert-a-heinlein/ But again, the changes in the “universe” at large aren’t made by the powerless slave. They’re made by first his owner, then by himself…when he discovers he’s an immensely rich man.

This sends a sad message: the only way out of poverty is to get rich.

Even Barack Obama reinforced this paradigm: yes his mom was poorer than average; but he was smart and ended up using the smarts to attend private schools and colleges. He was by no means a child brought  up in poverty. Oprah Winfrey started life poor and became a billionaire…Abraham Lincoln was NOT wealthy, yet is one of the most fondly remembered and influential presidents in American history. So there’s one story…another might be former slave Josiah Walls was drafted a Confederate, captured by the Union and freed and eventually became a congressman in Florida.

There is, in fact, a huge list of people who began their lives enslaved and ended up having a profound effect on the world. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_enslaved_people)

While I am not familiar with most of them, it might be instructive for me to do some reading and discover what allowed them to become who they LATER grew to be – and then perhaps take a stab at reimagining a story like CITIZEN OF THE GALAXY without the discovery that they’re the long missing child of someone rich, famous, or powerful.

And I’d need to examine what exactly happens to the soul, heart, and spirit of the individuals who come from poverty or slavery and become “someone”…

References: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solomon_Northup

Images: https://tipwink.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/citizen-galaxy-asf.jpg

September 15, 2020

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 463


Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them. Regarding horror, I found this insight in line with WIRED FOR STORY: “ We seek out…stories which give us a place to put our fears…Stories that frighten us or unsettle us - not just horror stories, but ones that make us uncomfortable or that strike a chord somewhere deep inside - give us the means to explore the things that scare us…” – Lou Morgan (The Guardian)

H Trope: Horror-Comedy: Comedy Dominant (https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/HorrorComedy)

Ava Williams yanked the outboard motor starter. It didn’t start.

Up the beach Elijah Turner, heir apparent to his daddy’s Gators & Taters chain of fast-food restaurants, shouted, “You want me to come over there and give you hand?” He laughed his hyena laugh.

Ava shook her head. “No thanks, but you can come with and dangle your arms in the water for me. If you want, you can dangle your head in the water, too, see if a gator might be interested in helping Humanity get rid of one more parasite!”

Eli flipped her off good-naturedly. She flipped him off with heat. She couldn’t stand the twit. As far as she was concerned, he could…she focused her energy on starting the outboard and yanked it. This time it started. Reversing, she headed out onto the marsh. She wanted some peace and quiet from her parents as they argued about getting a divorce. “Can’t even agree on how to get divorced,” she muttered.

She’d started relaxing when her cellphone blipped. Scowling, she took it out. The message was from Eli – they’d been friends once, in middle school, until she found out that he was more interested in getting some kind of “benefits” she wasn’t interested in passing out. They’d stayed friends for a while, but he eventually found someone in school who wanted what he did. She smirked, though according to gossip…She read the message, “MA SAYS WATCH OUT FOR METHIGATORS”

She rolled her eyes again. Dismal Swamp was on State land, a zillion miles from Nashville which did have a meth problem. But meth wasn’t a big deal in Pocahontas or Bolivar, the nearest “big cities” to the Swamp. Besides, hyperactive alligators couldn’t be any worse than a hyperactive neighbor boy with “benefits” on his mind.

She sighed when she heard the sound of a second motor roar to life. Eli’s boat motor was for trolling – she’d be able to stay ahead of him all day if she wanted to. While she wasn’t looking for ‘gators, she was pretty sure Eli would be on the lookout. She started to grin. Maybe she could kill two ‘gators with one shotgun to the teeny-tiny brain.

She started to aim for shore – which was a dicey proposition at best in Dismal Swamp. Quicksand was common, and the fact was that ‘gators made their way into southern Tennessee almost half a century ago. Eli had ‘gators on the mind – not because his boat, motor, and the rest of the junk in his life came from his daddy’s famous restaurants. Serve him right if he had a face-to-face with an “alligator”. She saw a sandbar and headed for it just as she heard the whine of Eli’s motor clear the point. He’d be able to see her beaching her flat-bottom and figure he could chase her down and maybe get a little handsy.

She gave herself a goose of speed and hit the beach so she wouldn’t have to step into mud. She was lucky – there was already a trail leading from the beach inland. Smirking, she skittered in, pushed the grasses back and squatted down. Her gator “roar” was something she was well-known for in school. Pocahontasa High School had even approached her to be the voice and body of the school mascot, “Pokey Gator”.

She settled, listening carefully to the whine of the motor as Eli looked to land on the sandy beach. Suddenly, the motor stopped…

Names: ♀;♂ Most common names in Tennesee 2020

September 12, 2020

WRITING ADVICE: Short Stories – Advice and Observation #4: NK Jemisin “& Me”


It's been a while since I decided to add something different to my blog rotation. Today I’ll start looking at “advice” for writing short stories – not from me, but from other short story writers. In speculative fiction, “short” has very carefully delineated categories: “The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America specifies word lengths for each category of its Nebula award categories by word count; Novel 40,000 words or over; Novella 17,500 to 39,999 words; Novelette 7,500 to 17,499 words; Short story under 7,500 words.”

I’m going to use advice from people who, in addition to writing novels, have also spent plenty of time “interning” with short stories. The advice will be in the form of one or several quotes off of which I’ll jump and connect it with my own writing experience. While I don’t write full-time, nor do I make enough money with my writing to live off of it...neither do most of the professional writers above...someone pays for and publishes ten percent of what I write. When I started this blog, that was NOT true, so I may have reached a point where my own advice is reasonably good. We shall see! Hemingway’s quote above will now remain unchanged as I work to increase my writing output and sales! As always, your comments are welcome!

Without further ado, short story advice from NK Jemisin and how I’m working to improve my own short stories:

Oddly enough, Jemisin was, “[A former] counseling psychologist and educator, specializing in career counseling of late adolescents and young adults…[at] a number of universities as an administrator and faculty member…volunteering with community service organizations and some private career coaching… helping real people in real time and working with marginalized kids.” (https://www.orbitbooks.net/interview/n-k-jemisin/)

It so happens that I had a similar job until I retired three months ago – except for the “private career coaching”, though I’ve done that since then for former students who have graduated, I’ve never been paid for it and it wasn’t an “official job”.

At any rate, while I’ve written novels, none of them have been published (two of them were published for a short period of time with a company that did only ebooks and  handled so many that after a brief promotion when it first came out, languished. They also refused to add either book to a new program aimed at putting their ebooks into school libraries…which actually made no sense to me. I figured as a teacher in a school district, I’d be able to personally promote the books. They didn’t see…me. At all. Ever. I withdrew the books and reverted the copyrights back to me.

The vast majority of my published writing has been short stories – the opposite of N K Jemisin’s experience.

But, her publisher recently collected and released a majority of her short stories. I mined several articles to get some insight into how she writes them and then pondered how I can apply her wisdom to my own writing.

She pointed out that, “Back at the beginning of my career, I didn’t think I was capable of writing short fiction, let alone publishing it!”

But apparently, the allure of the short form won her over. “She began writing short stories as a way to tap into her creativity back when publishers didn’t know what to do with books like hers about black characters.”

She’s not a single-genre writer, though she’s found her sweet spot in the fantasy genre. The collection, “How Long ’Til Black Future Month? spans almost the entirety of her career as a published author. It’s a collection of short stories that dazzles in the ease with which it winds across genre and tone.” I confess, I’m not a huge fan of fantasy; I take my recommendations from my daughter, who is far more experienced in choosing what might interest me. Besides the “entry level’ fantasy – LOTR and CON – at her recommendation, I’ve read Jonathan Stroud’s BARTIMEUS series and JONATHAN STRANGE AND MR. NORRELL by Susanna Clarke.

I managed to discover a few others on my own, like Stephen R. Donaldson’s THOMAS COVENANT series; Rebecca Roanhorse’ the first of her Sixth World series, TRAIL OF LIGHTNING; China Miéville’s PERDIDO STREET STATION.

I’ll be able to expand my experience when I read the collection of Jemisin’s short stories above. I’m on the waiting list at the library, where I’m something like #zillion…

At any rate, based on the interviews listed below, I’ve gleaned the following:

She uses “…cities —but not in the meticulous, infrastructure fetishist manner of most speculative fiction writers. Jemisin is an author who conjures place by building a people. What they value, what they believe, what threatens to tear them apart from within.”

Interestingly, she uses short stories to “test” worlds and settings: “If you read ‘Stone Hunger,’ [from How Long ‘til Black Future Month] and then read the Broken Earth series, you would see where I did not like the way that ‘Stone Hunger’ depicted the magical form orogeny. In that short story, it was very ‘sense specific.’ The character thought of everything in terms of the taste of food, and that wasn't going to work, because I wanted it to be effectively a science that had gone wrong.”

As well, “On the best piece of writing advice she got before becoming a published writer: ‘Persist.’ That is, if you continue to work on your craft and continue to improve and continue to submit, you will eventually break through. I’ve found this to be true.”

This is something I also discovered – when I started writing my own stories at the tender age of 12, after I finished reading the Tripod trilogy by John Christopher. That was 51 years ago. Since then, I’ve had stories published in many magazines and on several online venues. I’d never had come this far if I hadn’t just stuck with it and kept writing! The stories on the sidebar are the end result of some 1100 submissions since 1990…There was a time when I read SF just because I liked it – purely for entertainment. Lately, I’ve started reading for deeper meaning.

Don’t get me wrong, I still like to be entertained, but I also want to be challenged. I read BINTI by Nnedi Okorafor and while it was incredibly entertaining and she introduced me to a fascinating alien people, she also challenged my thinking by subtly and repeatedly saying, “What we think is happening isn’t necessarily what is REALLY happening.” This is what the best science fiction writers lead me to – Ted Chiang’s aliens in “Story of Your Life” which became the movie “Arrival”; even the STAR TREK: TNG episode by Joe Menosky and Phillip LaZebnik, “Darmok”.

While I’m not sure that I’m ready to “change society”, I DO try to write stories that challenge us to think beyond what’s going on today. NK Jemisin said, “I didn't used to think [that speculative fiction has the power to change society], and then I started to realize, first off that I was underestimating it, and then second of all that other people had already done that calculation and were using it for evil. It sounds kind of corny, but I started to realize it when right-wingers tried to take over fandom. When you started trying to take over every bit of media, and you suddenly see Nazis in video games and comic books trying their damnedest to squish out people who are different from young, straight, white boys, and harassing and trying to dox them, there's a reason for that.”

In another couple of posts, I talked about the fact that while I’m limited in my point of view by genetics and culture, with care and effort, I can also expand my perception of the world. The essays I’m talking about are here: https://faithandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2020/02/possibly-not-irritating-essay-other.html and https://faithandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2020/07/possibly-irritating-essay-its-mistake.html

As I write, I continue to work to include marginalized people in my stories. My main POV character is “me” because it’s impossible for me to imagine something so alien to me as being, for example, a black man born before the passage of the Civil Rights Amendment – and becoming aware of race and prejudice as I entered adolescence; or as the interviewer said in one article, “On what a ‘white, cisgender man who is well-off and generally has a good life’ can do to ‘advocate for people who are not like [him]’”

I agree that “…people who are not like you are generally doing a good job of advocating for themselves. Might help to just signal-boost them wherever you see them. Do keep in mind that one of the problems marginalized writers face is visibility, in some cases because they’re drowned out by more privileged writers. So if you’ve got a platform, share it!” and though I have no platform yet, I’d like make a commitment to doing that if I ever DO get a platform that attracts more than a couple dozen people each post.

Last of all, she makes sure that in her short stories “…that all of my main characters have a rich internal life—that is, that they have families, beliefs and motivations of their own outside of the plot, hobbies and habits, weird quirks, and so on. All the things that make a character complex and not just a placeholder. If you do it right, the character basically writes herself.”

I have lots more to learn and I can’t wait to read through “How Long ‘til Black Future Month” – and take copious notes!


September 8, 2020

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 462


Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them. Regarding Fantasy, this insight was startling: “I see the fantasy genre as an ever-shifting metaphor for life in this world, an innocuous medium that allows the author to examine difficult, even controversial, subjects with impunity. Honor, religion, politics, nobility, integrity, greed—we’ve an endless list of ideals to be dissected and explored. And maybe learned from.” – Melissa McPhail.

Fantasy Trope: Fantasy that is an “Appeal to a pastoral ideal: Much genre fantasy, of all genres, appeals to the pastoral ideal…There are some fantasies, however, which…deliberately take the opposite stance...”

Wú Méi Hé pursed her lips and shook her head, saying, “This is bad.”

Sūn Wén, her partner and sometime boyfriend, grunted and said, “So you say.”

Wii, as her friends called her, said, “How can incorporating ancient magical rites into what’s supposed to be a computer-controlled irrigation system be a bad thing?”

Sunny, as her friends insisted on calling him, shrugged. “It just makes things twice as hard. First they’re learning how the system works, then they have to learn antiquated rituals that will only slow things down.”

Wii stood up straight, peering through the heavy security glass. “This is the latter part of the Twenty-first Century, the whole point of the Central Party’s Future Program is to catapult us over the pathetic remnants of the American technological and educational edifice and prove once and for all…”

Sunny rolled his eyes and turned away, “I’m a member of the Communist Party just like you are. We’re ahead of the Americans; after being behind the Americans; after being ahead of the Egyptians; after being behind the Egyptians...”

“Stop already! I get your point. We’re finally a 21st Century people. The religious rituals they want to perform have all the significance of Santa Claus does to American post-Christians.”

Sunny hummed, then said, “I’m not sure the rituals are as insignificant as you think they are.”

She turned on him. “That’s absurd! What makes you think…”

He lifted his chin and said, “It may have something to do with that…um…thing growing over the substation.” She spun back to the window in time to see a cloud of brown-laced storm cloud forming the vague shape of a Chinese magic-rabbit...

Names: ♀ China (woman martial arts); ♂ Guangdong, China  

September 5, 2020

POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY: The Civil War, Touring Battlefields, and Submarines...


NOT using the Programme Guide of the 2020 World Science Fiction Convention, ConZEALAND (The First Virtual World Science Fiction Convention; to which I be unable to go (until I retire from education)), I WOULD jump off, jump on, rail against, and shamelessly agree with the BRIEF DESCRIPTION given in the pdf copy of the Program Guide. But not today. This explanation is reserved for when I dash “off topic”, sometimes reviewing movies, sometimes reviewing books, and other times taking up the spirit of a blog an old friend of mine used to keep called THE RANTING ROOM…

I hated history until I was 26.

In high school, US History bored me to tears. After graduation, I avoided standard history classes like the plague, fulfilling my Social Science requirements with Sociology and Psychology. Let me slightly rephrase that: I hated school social studies excepting a single class.

Ms. Flora Rogge taught an elective social studies class called Alienation and Dissent. I was introduced for the very first time to the idea that there were people who didn’t like how the country was being run. Understand that I lived near Minneapolis. It was not particularly notable as a source of social reform. In fact, Duluth, was a hotbed of socialism and Communism!

The thing I remembered from her class was lettuce and California. She showed us a sketchy 16mm film, a montage of events that happened during the Salad Bowl Strike that lasted from August 1970 through March 1971. “…the UFW [the actual field workers] …the Teamsters [truck drivers and packers both went on strike against the lettuce growers] effectively preventing most of the nation's summer lettuce crop from reaching consumers. The price of iceberg lettuce tripled overnight, and thousands of acres of lettuce were plowed under as crops spoiled on the ground. The strike ended…but the contract included a special agreement by the growers to give the Teamsters, not the UFW, access to farms and the right to organize workers into unions. An agreement to return jurisdiction over the field workers to the farm union was reached on August 12…[but the]…agreement collapsed, and…[led by César Chávez] UFW workers [went on strike] in what was the largest farm worker strike in U.S. history…shipments of fresh lettuce nationwide ceased, and the price of lettuce doubled overnight…César Chávez was put in jail…he was visited [by]Rafer Johnson and Ethel Kennedy, widow of slain Senator Robert F. Kennedy…were attacked by an anti-union mob on the steps of the jail, and only intervention by city police, Monterey county sheriff's deputies, and the Brown Berets prevented a riot and injury to the visitors. Chávez was released by the Supreme Court of California…the Teamsters and UFW signed a new jurisdictional agreement reaffirming the UFW's right to organize field workers.”

I liked THAT drama.

So when my son and his family moved from South Korea back to a base in the old Confederacy, he (who is a history buff) loves visiting battlefields: Bentonville, Gettysburg, and Petersburg as well as the hidden cemetery I wrote about here: https://faithandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2019/07/writing-advice-startling-experience.html

So, the battlefields we went to made a circular and complete story that started (for us) in Bentonville in later summer 2019. It was the largest and last major battle of the Civil War battle, the largest to take place in North Carolina (which was barely a Confederate state). Four Oaks was a farm taken over by the CSS as a hospital where Confederate soldiers were treated for their wounds during the battle in March of 1865. The defeat of the Confederacy loomed, but the war would grind on You can visit the operating room where a huge blood stain (tested positive for Human DNA) remains on the living room floor. It’s a tiny memorial; once again a medical facility, and again, once we walked outside, evoked a sense that there was brief moment in Human history where I could have looked out and seen the bodies of soldiers killed with weapons not designed to inflict the maximum amount of suffering, but doing it anyway.

Next, we went to Gettysburg, which was NOT the last battle, nor the conclusion of the Epic Struggle Between Good and Evil! This was 1862, already the SECOND time the Union engaged the Confederacy in order to turn back the invasion of the North. It was the first time the Union stopped the Confederate march to Washington DC, though Robert E Lee and Stonewall Jackson reached Antietam in MARYLAND…to fight the bloodiest battle of the war and eventually withdraw.

It was Petersburg, North Carolina where the Civil War actually ended, though with the Siege of Petersburg rather than the battlefield we walked.

At any rate, as you can see, I became interested in history – world history if you must know, fascinated by British history, West African history of kings, queens, and the rise and fall of empires.

At any rate, the number of alternate history American Civil War books is huge – if you’re interested, here’s the list: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Civil_War_alternate_histories. With the story noted above, I used the CSA cemetery to spark a science fiction story.

I’m not sure what I’m going to do with the thing that inspired this post, but I found the USS Monitor vs the CSS Virginia conflict fascinating. Not because of the battle, but because Americans (Union and Confederate) took a concept from the Greeks, the courts of Alexander the Great, the Greeks, the 17th Century English and French. The 18th Century found the Russians and Americans joining in the research and construction of submersibles.

When America split, the Union and Confederate States created and launched submarines, but the Confederacy executed the very first successful attack using a submarine. It took two tries, but the third submarine, the CSS Hunley rammed the USS Housatonic and while it sank with all hands lost, it was a harbinger of things to come.

The USS Monitor. The CSS Virginia. The CSS Hunley. What if?

What if certain problems had been solved earlier than they had been? Self-propelled, steam engine driven submarines made their appearance a few years after the American Civil War. Submarines were even used for the purpose of EXPLORATION (go figure!) and this was their usual purpose prior to 1640, until Bishop John Wilkins of Chester in Mathematical Magick in 1648 suggested its use as a weapon when he wrote, “It may be of great advantages against a Navy of enemies, who by this may be undermined in the water and blown up.”

I’ve often fantasized about underwater exploration lagging far behind space exploration – https://faithandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2018/03/slice-of-pie-exploring-solar-system.html. So, what would our present look like if we’d followed the lines of inquiry. If you read the wiki article on submarines below, you’ll find FAR too many times that the Human push for the bottom of the oceans was undermined: “…further improvement in design stagnated for over a century” and  “…Nikonov lost his principal patron and the Admiralty withdrew support for the project” and “The French eventually gave up on the experiment in 1804, as did the British, when Fulton later offered them the submarine design…” and “it was abandoned because of lack of funding and interest from the government” and “Waddington was unable to attract further contracts and went bankrupt”.

A search of this article for the word “exploration” found no uses of it…Hmmm…


September 1, 2020

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 461


Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration (quote, website, podcast, etc.) and then a thought or two that came to mind. These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat, irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if anything comes of them.

And A Prompt From My Niece-In-Law: wool, celery, parallel universe, dynamite, fireman’s ball, fishing tackle.

Jose Taylor-Perez shrugged his shoulders, settling his wool sweater more comfortably. “You eat that and it’ll be like someone lit a stick a dynamite and shoved it up your…”

Emily Patel-Kelly tossed the celery stick at him then punched Jose in the shoulder, “If you weren’t my best friend, that would have been hard enough to knock the humerus out of the ball park.” She snickered, “Not that anything short of a wrecking ball would be able to knock any of your face bones free of that fishing tackle in your mouth.”

“Hey! No fair! I can’t do anything about braces!” he said, shaking his head, “Besides, your premed jokes are only funny to you…added to that, you won’t even be able to BE premed until at the earliest your junior year.”

Ignoring the frustrating fact that she couldn’t start college until she could do College In The Schools, she said, “Like I can do anything about a celery allergy?” She lifted her chin, “Besides, I don’t exactly have a standard reaction to it.”

“You can say that again,” he said as he fiddled with his transparent computer tablet where it hovered over his lap. “You’re the only person I know that can use a V8 Harvest and Strawberry Smoothie as a gateway to a parallel universe.”

She shook her head, “I wish I could see into the universe where I passed this history final with flying colors.”

“That’s for sure,” said Jose. “I’ll never remember who came after President McCain.”

“Don’t be such a sexist – President Palin took over after McCain had his coronary two years after he got elected.”
“Right, the first lady...”

“No, it was the First Husband Todd…” she said, adding a smirk.

“I was gonna say, ‘President’.”

Shaking her head, Emily hunched over her own transparent tablet, setting it to project a holographic screen in front of her. Walking her fingers through a manipulation panel, she absentmindedly picked up a celery stick and shoved it into her mouth. After her eyes grew wide, she muttered, “Oh, crap...”

“What’s wrong?” Jose asked. Her tablet began to glow then flames flickered around the edges as she tried to shove the instrument away from her. “You ate the celery!” He exclaimed. “Why did you do that?”

“I wasn’t thinking! I was playing around with tensor calculus…”

“And you opened a door into a parallel universe!” Jose shouted as the fire alarms went off and a robot fireman’s ball floated out from its nook and began to sprout nozzles. “Now we’re gonna…”

An explosion cut him off…

Names: ♀US(California); US(New York)         
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