November 2, 2025

WRITING ADVICE: A Glimpse Into How I Wrote My Christian, Hard Science Fiction Novel, MARTIAN HOLIDAY

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, Julie Czerneda, and Lisa Cron. 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 professional writers...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!


On February 1 in 2009, I started what for several years was an entry on my blog: I wrote a novel in very small parts. It’s now October 26, 2025 -- almost 16 years later and as of today, it will be published in seven-and-a-half weeks.

What began as a vague idea, MARTIAN HOLIDAY paired with the definition of a Roman holiday: entertainment acquired at the expense of others' suffering, or a spectacle yielding such entertainment (Webster's New World Collegiate Dictionary @2009) and a paragraph 2200 words long, grew into 1: Paolo -- Robinson City and continued until it became a massive novel...

The final word count stands at 230,000 words. 

What started out with a single character in a single domed city on Mars now involves seven main characters (one set of four “modified” clones), plus at least one close friend. Also making an unexpected appearance are Artificial Intelligences (six of them, one for each Dome on Mars plus an extra who coordinates the Federation of Ice Miners, Mechanics, and Technicians…)

The novel is so far beyond what I expected, I am in fact, in awe of what I created. There are four million Humans and Artificial Humans on Mars; there’s an anti-religion called the United Faith in Humanity – an idea out of which grew a Manifesto: “UFiH (spoken, ‘You-fee’ banned Christians, molesters , Jews, rapists, Buddhists, murderers, Muslims, thieves, Hindus, and embezzlers. While it doesn’t say so specifically, an ardent UFiH-er implies that it is "‘of course’ against racists, sexists, or any other kind of ‘-ists." They’ll swear that the intent is to prevent fanaticism and taxing a young civilization – but the honest ones will admit that part of the injunction is against mind or heart, and the other part is against biology.”

Over the past sixteen years, the civilization expanded, technology arose that I’d never considered: sybils, mindbombs, gMod disks and transports, airships, and in addition to the Domes, there suddenly appeared Stations (which became Quianshao, as well as Outposts…

And people! Lately I’ve wondered if my intent was to write an antiracist novel. My Artificial Humans (the slang word is inti) are property and are deliberately made blue-skinned so they can’t hide from the natural-born Humans (aka utes (= uterine-born)…the parallels are obvious and I hope I’ve written them with sensitivity and diversity. I’ve written elsewhere on the blog about my quest to become both a better writer and to not shy away from issues of race and racism: “POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAY: “It’s a Mistake To Write About People of Different Ethnicities…” (https://faithandsciencefiction.blogspot.com/2020/07/possibly-irritating-essay-its-mistake.html). Not only did I teach at a racially and socioeconomically diverse high school, we (my wife and I, and at one time two kids and a foster daughter…and various long-term guests…) live in a city that was recently head-lined for both US news programs and on the BBC News headlines: Brooklyn Center, Minnesota, as of 2021, the MOST racially diverse city in the state (https://www.homesnacks.com/most-diverse-cities-in-minnesota/). Thinking of race is something that is, here, LEARNED-or-else.

At any rate, my Mars, the Mars of the United Faith in Humanity is in crisis. As a result of a concatenation of events – intentional, as I threw together the Book of Esther, the Book of Daniel, the martyrdom of Stephen (as told in Acts chapters 6 and 7 (as well as Acts 8:2, 11:19, and 22:20), and various parts of the life of the Apostle Paul as told in the Pauline Epistles (and yes, I DID go to Bible College (at the time it was known as Golden Valley Lutheran College, which grew out of the old Lutheran Bible Institute).

I’ve been working on it for the past sixteen years, but because I was stressing out, I stopped doing the story as blog entries and set it aside, combining all of the entries into one document. Then I stopped because I had NO idea what to do next. The file sat idle for another two or three years until, about a year ago, I set out to finish it.

Taking the raw story, I colorized everything I’d written about each of the characters. Daniel and his partners, Shadrach, Meshak, and Abednego became Artificial Humans – DaneelAH (in honor of Asimov’s R. Daneel Olivaw), HanAH, AzAH, and MishAH because their Hebrew names were Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah. Ashpenaz, the Chief Official in charge of the captured Hebrews, gave them the Babylonian names Belteshazzar, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. I also changed the gender of Azariah and Mishael to women; and Queen Esther became Consort Aster. Then Stephan became Stepan Izmaylova and Paul became Paolo Marcillon.

Paolo’s sections were all red, Aster’s all purple, Stepan’s green, and DaneelAH, HanAH, MishAH, and AzAH all became blue. After identifying all of the sections of each character (or set of characters), I grouped them all together. That was done about five years ago, at the beginning of the summer of 2020.

It was daunting because my plan was to rotate the story through the four storylines, occasionally crossing them, but with the intent of everyone being in the same place at the same time for one final event. But what event would that be? What could possibly bring such disparate characters to the same place at the same time? As the story had evolved, they were scattered across the surface of Mars – Aster was in Opportunity Dome; Paolo in Robinson Dome then Burroughs Dome, and finally Bradbury…then up to Ísgrunnur on the North Dune Sea…Stepan was in Burroughs, and DaneelAH, et al started in Malacandra and ended up everywhere else…I’d never thought far enough ahead.

So, I created a Revolution that Paolo first, then the others were working to turn into a Reformation of Martian society into one that would include Humans, Artificial Humans, and Artificial Intelligences as equal partners in the colonization and eventual terraforming of Mars. Of course, I had to include the Face on Mars – but not as something woo-woo. It’s really there, though not actually a “face”. It’s something more.

You’ll have to read MARTIAN HOLIDAY to find out starting December 23 -- a couple months from now. If you DO have specific questions, post them in the Comments below. I’ll answer them – directly if they don’t concern the plot; and in a roundabout way if they do!



October 28, 2025

IDEAS ON TUESDAY 688

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: elves, gnomes and Halflings
Event: http://www.icenews.is/index.php/2011/07/02/icelandic-town-hopes-angry-elves-have-been-soothed-by-songs/

So…a guy – call him Geir Laxness – is born in Iceland and grows up. He’s got no mom and lives alone with dad, who is an anthropologist.

They’ve travelled a bit, so he’s seen a lot, but he’s always been shy. He reads lots of fantasy and likes LORD OF THE RINGS a lot and can even read the Icelandic translation (which his few friends think is weird). One of his heroes is “Snorri Sturluson, a descendant of Egil’s Saga’s hero, but this remains uncertain. The standard modern edition of Icelandic sagas is known as Íslenzk Fornrit.” His online name is “Snorri”.

He skypes other friends all the time and has contacts all over the world. Him and his dad are at a conference in Minneapolis, MN. It’s his first time in the US interior and he manages to get away from Dad and go to a fantasy and science fiction bookstore called “Uncle Hugo’s”.

It’s across the street from a REALLY intriguing International Marketplace and he figures he’ll pop over there and see what’s up…

That’s when he witnesses a murder: a group of white kids, tattooed and heads shaved, on skateboards, attack and kill a black man and an Hispanic woman. They disappear back down a staircase to a bike trail below.

Geir tries to help, but doesn’t know to call 911 in the US, so he does what he can. The woman presses a folded sheet of paper into his hand as she dies and says…

Names: ♀ Iceland
Image: https://i.pinimg.com/originals/98/71/e5/9871e52bbc09c525af21b8f6471eab15.jpg

October 25, 2025

POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAYS/SLICE OF PIE: RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE Is ACTUALLY Speculative Fiction! (PART 1)

On October 7, 2007, I started this blog. Eighteen years later, I am revising and doing some different things. My wife and I are now retired senior citizens, our kids are both married, we have a bonus daughter and her wife and we have three grandchildren, (with a fourth on-the-way!) the oldest of which will soon finish his first year in high school, one smack in the center of Middle School; the third almost done with kindergarten. I have forty-five professional publications, plus countless other publications as a slushpile reader, and sometime essay contributor to Stupefying Stories https://stupefyingstories.blogspot.com/.

These days, I write whenever I want to – or when I’m not busy exploring the world with my wife or kids or grandkids. I write and read constantly. Then I discovered that I was writing longer and longer pieces. My new focus is to write shorter; and to write HUMOR. On purpose. Maybe I can still irritate people while being funny. It works pretty well for John Scalzi! We’ll see what happens.

I hated Westerns – the movies, the TV shows, the outfits (EW!) Cowboy hats and horses (EW! EW!) The whole schmear! I couldn’t stand them – Gunsmoke? Bonanza? The Wild Wild West? Wagon Train? Rawhide? Have Gun – Will Travel?

I loathed all of them and would rather spend my time picking my toenails than watching ANY of them.

Then I discovered STAR TREK (I wasn’t TOS (= The Original Series) because at the time, it was the ONLY STAR TREK. I was a fan from the first show and the influence on my then-11-year-old-mind (I was 9 when ST premiered and my Dad didn’t let me watch it until I was “old enough to watch it”…which was when I was 11-going-on-12 aka Season 3 (and FINAL season). I was in love with it and with science fiction. Imagine my horror when I discovered that Gene Roddenberry had pitched STAR TREK as "Wagon Train To The Stars"!!!!

In the blog I’ve frequently reflected on my launch into science fiction culminating years later in my being a published SF writer (with my upcoming new-and-FIRST-TIME-SELF-published novel, MARTIAN HOLIDAY (see post below)).

In an attempt to broaden my reading horizons, I’ve been picking up cheap or free novels and other books when I find them at clearance sales, or at the GOODWILL. I try and grab books I wouldn’t willingly pay money for and maintain some vague hope that “I might read it someday”. So, one day, I (somewhat reluctantly) grabbed a dog-eared copy of a Western book I HAD heard of, obviously, RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE. What I didn’t note above, is that it has the cover flag, “THE GREATEST WESTERN CLASSIC OF ALL TIME!”

OK, I was sold. I brought it home and shelved it, promising to read it “someday”.

A couple months ago, gritting my teeth and wincing at the lurid cover of three cowboys riding horses and brandishing rifles, I cracked it open.

The first sentence did NOT grab me (I leave it to the reader to find a copy and read it (or GOOGLE it)). I kept reading, hoping it would get better. Much to my surprise, it actually DID get better. In fact, by the time I was done, I’d become convinced that it was essentially a SCIENCE FICTION NOVEL.

First of all: alien life forms: horses. I KNOW horses are from Earth! I’ve even ridden one! My brother has a bunch of them and my niece has ridden competitively. But…I’d never really reflected on what exactly a horse WAS. It was a genetically manipulated, living, breathing TOOL. Horses at the time of RIDERS (1912 when Grey wrote it and even MORE so when it takes place, in 1871). 154 years ago were NOT show animals or expensive pets. They were work animals and bred to serve humans in multiple ways and to the best of their deeply bred abilities! They were cared for, but not coddled. They were USED. They were valuable because of what they did, not what they looked like...they were, again, TOOLS.

So, how about this, let’s leap 154 years into the FUTURE: the year is 2179…

Some SF books that take place at that time? NEUROMANCER (W Gibson); GREEN MARS and BLUE MARS (KS Robinson); ENDERS GAME (OS Card); THE CAT WHO WALKS THROUGH WALLS (RA Heinlein) to name a few.

ROTPS is as alien to me as Mars becoming a livable planet, or Earth military recruiting children to fight wars against bug-like aliens.

The world Grey had to imagine was a half-century earlier than his own…

In 1871, Utah was only a Territory! In fact, at the time of the story, there were only thirty-seven US States and California had been one for only a couple of decades. The West was made up of a patchwork of territories and not under US law. They were, in fact, the Wild West. Intellectually, I suppose I knew that – but Grey brings the world of the purple sage to life no less so than Anne McCaffery brought the alien world of Pern to life – and with places, peoples, and incidents even MORE alien that Pern, because I know that Utah actually exists here on Earth.

Example: I suppose I’ll start with the most obvious by first setting the stage: my wife and I love watching movies. We dislike R-rated movies, but will sometimes watch them because of the “historic artistic importance” of them. We recently watched two versions of A STAR IS BORN. We thought we’d start with the newest first – staring Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper. We didn’t know much about Lady Gaga except her name, but we’d enjoyed several of Bradley Cooper’s movies in the past.

The language? (Let me set the stage here: I worked in an near-inner-city high school and the “feeder” middle school as a classroom teacher (sciences of various kinds) and as a school counselor for 41 years. My son was in the military for 12 years, and my daughter works with teenagers as a therapist. I am no stranger to “the-F-word”). But in this one movie, that singular word is used 74 times. (I’m sure you’d love to argue, so here, write to Hunter Harris at VULTURE (https://www.vulture.com/2018/10/how-often-does-bradley-cooper-say-fuck-in-a-star-is-born.html).

Oddly, even though he’s writing about COWBOYS on the range, not a single one drops an F-bomb. Or an A-bomb. Or an S-bomb...If that’s not ALIEN, I don’t know what is…And there’s not a single OTHER cuss word in the novel. It’s SO squeaky clean (of course the censors in 1912 would have NEVER published a novel with blue language!), that I could give it to my six-year-old grandson to read without fear.

OK – I got that out of the way, so next week, I can delve into the alien world of RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE…and I expect to be just as amazed reflecting back on it as I did as I gradually fell in love with the strange, alien world in this elderly story.

Inspiration: Finally reading RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE by Zane Grey
Image: https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/616z0KpAjRL._SL350_.jpg

October 22, 2025

A really BIG WEEKEND WRITING UPDATE!!!!!

 


October 21, 2025

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 687

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: complex planetary ecology
Event: “large-scale carbon capture and sequestration projects” (http://cleantechnica.com/2014/01/20/gore-rejects-geoengineering-climate-change-panacea/), http://www.theguardian.com/environment/2012/jul/18/iron-sea-carbon

Logan Andrist frowned and said, “What do you mean they’re going to dump iron into the lake?”

Nkokoyanga Pomodimo, far from her land-locked home in the Central African Republic held tight to the railing of the re-purposed iron ore freighter – a laker – as it dipped down into the swells of Lake Superior. She said, speaking loudly over the rushing wind around them, “The iron will cause algae to grow wildly. As they grow they need more carbon dioxide. As they suck up the CO2, they store the resulting carbon-rich sugars and then keep it when they die and sink to the bottom of Superior...”

“I know what carbon sequestering is! I’m a limnology major...”

She shook her head in the wild winds and shouted, “This is glorious! Feeling Gaia beneath your feet is the most...”

“Wouldn’t that technically be Poseidon? Besides, who gave them permission to do this?”

She turned to catch his gaze and he recognized her crazy, angry look as she cried back, “Who gave all you rich white colonialists the right to pollute and rape our world?”

He didn’t want to shout. What he really wanted to do was kiss her right then and there in the cold spray from the Lake – but he didn’t want a broken face, so he shouted, “I didn’t do any of that! Why are you yelling at me?”

“I’m not yelling at you,” she shouted. “I’m yelling TO you!”

“What’s that,” the nose of the laker dove deep, nearly flooding the deck and driving a mountain of spray over them. The water was frigid despite the hot August sun burning down on them through breaks in the scudding clouds. He wiped his face clear of water and finished, “Supposed to mean?”

“You’re not to blame, old friend, but you are responsible! That’s why the captain of this tub is an old white man!”

“Professor Buddlorem’s driving the ship? We have to go save all of our lives!” Logan let go of the railing; Nkokoyanga grabbed him and pulled him tight.

“The computer is doing most of the driving! He’s just playing captain!”

Logan eyed her warily the said, “How are we supposed to get all this iron into Lake Superior?”

‘Ko’ grinned and shouted, “Now that’s the tricky part!”

Names: ♀ Central African Republic, Gbaya; ♂ Minnesota, Minnesota
Image: https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/e1/Falcon_9_Demo-2_Launching_6_%283%29.jpg/220px-Falcon_9_Demo-2_Launching_6_%283%29.jpg

October 19, 2025

Out of Town for the weekend -- back next week!

 NORTHERN MINNESOTA this weekend with wife, daughter, son-in-law, and grandson

Lake Mille Lacs, near Isle!

Wonderful time, mostly!

See you next week!



October 14, 2025

IDEAS ON TUESDAY 686

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: Fantastic Comedy
Current Event: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KpIJNGMh0IQ

Aarav Tlak shook his head and said, “Horses don’t talk.”

Kyla Das sniffed and said, “Shows what you know.”

“There’s no such thing as magic; there’s no such thing as a talking ani...”

“To reiterate what I said, you’re showing your ignorance by making such a categorical and sweeping statement. Are you including animals who have been trained or recognize commands?”

“Of course not! Animals can be smart and trainable, they just can’t talk.”

She gave him a long look then said, “So you’re saying that no animal on Earth can communicate?”

“No! You’re twisting my words. Animals communicate in a thousand different ways – some we can’t comprehend, like elephants talking below our level of hearing. But you’re talking about...about...about...talking like we’re talking and animals don’t do that.”

“How do you know?”

“You know what I’m talking about!”

“I could say that you’re a bit of an animal,” Kyla said with a smirk.

“I am not!” Aarav exclaimed.

She snorted then said, “You’ve never had to deal with yourself after you and your gf haven’t had a chance to make out.”

Sputtering, Aarav exclaimed, “That’s not fair!”

“That’s what criminals all say.”

He glared at her, took a deep breath, glared a while longer and finally said, “Proof would be you introducing me to some animal and then me and the animal having a conversation.”

“You’d accept that as proof?”

He gave her a funny look and she burst into laughter. Blushing furiously, he said, “Of course I’d accept it as proof! I’d hardly be a dispassionate scientist if I ignored an actual animal actually speaking to me.”

“Any animal?”

Aarav scowled, “I don’t like the direction this conversation is taking. What do you mean by that?”

She held out a stethoscope and said, “Put these into your ears.”

His eyes grew wide, he took them in hand, and said, “This isn’t funny anymore.”

“It’s not supposed to be. Warm up the end of that thing and put it on my belly – and prepare to be amazed.”

Names: ♀Philippines, Bangladesh; ♂ India, Croatia

October 12, 2025

A SPECIAL IMPORT FROM MY OTHER BLOG: Guy's Gotta Talk About Type 2 Diabetes

Few of you who read my blog POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAYS, know that I was diagnosed with Type 2 diabetes about four years ago. At the time, I was writing on another blog about my life married to my wife, who was diagnosed with breast cancer some 11 years ago; some time later, my dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's Disease; and finally I was identified as a having Type 2 Diabetes. Being who I am, I dove into researching all three of these with all of my intellect and skills of doing online research.

The main reason was that I felt I NEEDED TO DO SOMETHING other than sit around with my hands tucked under my butt. For the fourteen years I wrote on GUY'S GOTTA TALK ABOUT..., I kept the two blogs separate.

But I felt it was necessary to post my GGTA blog here on PIE...not ONLT that I am absolutely certain that what I wrote is liable to irritate SOMEONE, if not the reporter who wrote the British newspaper THE GUARDIAN's article as he'll never read it...nevertheless, if he DID, I'm sure it'd bug him (even just a tiny bit.), but because it's important.

It's important for people to know that they CAN MAKE CHOICES and that no matter how oppressive our world is (though it's our own perceptions that have led so many people I know to despair that the world TODAY is worse than it has ever been in all of...well, at least recent history...anyway, this is just to let you know that I've imported this from my OTHER blog because I think it's important for me to say this...

FORTUNE MAGAZINE on 10/13/25

"Lay’s drastically rebrands after disturbing finding: 42% of consumers didn’t know their chips were made out of potatoes"

OK -- go ahead and read my essay below -- you'll understand why the article above supports my argument below...

Taken from:
10/12/25
GUY’S GOTTA TALK ABOUT…TYPE 2 DIABETES #36: Indictment of an Insincere Rant I Read In An Old Issue of The Guardian

For the first time since I started this blog eleven years ago, it’s going to be about me. I was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes two weeks ago. While people are happy to talk about their experiences with diabetes, I WASN’T comfortable with talking about diabetes. My wife is Type 2, as are several friends of ours. The “other Type” of diabetes was what caused the death of my Best Man a year after my wife and I got married. He was diagnosed with diabetes when he was a kid. It was called Juvenile Diabetes then. Today it’s Type 1. Since then, I haven’t WANTED to talk about diabetes at all. But…for my own education and maybe helping someone else, and not one to shut up for any known reason, I’m reopening my blog rather than starting a new one. I MAY take a pause and write about Breast Cancer or Alzheimer’s as medical headlines dictate; but this time I’m going to drag anyone along who wants to join my HIGHLY RELUCTANT journey toward better understanding of my life with Type 2 Diabetes. You’re Welcome to join me!

FROM Sunday, December 4, 2022

ANY diet I submit to will be for the remainder of my life. I WILL NOT say I get this whole thing of living with my diabetes yet. I’ve had Culver’s and Dairy Queen treats. I don’t live in a monastery on a mountain top! But I need to control them. I need to substitute FRUITS and vegetables for sauces and rice. Make better menu choices that EMPHASIZE meat and vegetables rather than rice and nacho cheese…(we’re going out tonight, Mexican!)

Like I said, I’m not good at this yet. But I’m working on it. It’s just I have to remind myself that I CAN’T dawdle anymore. This I important. I’ve damaged my body with 65 or so bad habits…

In case you were wondering? This isn’t the last you’ve heard me on the subject of “diet” – and I’m not preaching at you. I’m trying to figure out how to live longer with my diabetes!

ALMOST THREE YEARS LATER…

[As I get a bit ranty in a few paragraphs, I’d like to say that I am NOT a fan of Big Pharma and have been known to rant against THEM at times. But I really, really really dislike insincerity exhibited by people who have a captive and sympathetic audience…]

I now take Ozempic (see LOTS of my previous posts!) and a veritable cornucopia of drugs that help me help me live a happy and productive life.

So, let’s start with the one I’ve had and heard DIRE warnings about. First words from the (OBVIOUSLY EVIL AND ENTIRELY CORRUMPT Pharmaceutical Establishment)

“Metformin-containing medicines are available by prescription only and are used along with diet and exercise help control blood sugar in a number of ways. These include helping the body respond better to the insulin it makes naturally, decreasing the amount of sugar the liver makes, and decreasing the amount of sugar the intestines absorb from food. It is available as a single-ingredient product and also in combination with other medicines used to treat diabetes. See FDA Approved metformin- containing Medicines. Common side effects of metformin include diarrhea, nausea, and upset stomach.”

I’d like to note here that these are ALSO side effects of having children, working a job, eating too much, exercising too much, NOT exercising enough, and tax season.

The deep concerns of others is that metformin will cause Vitamin B12 deficiency, metallic taste, and weight loss (HOW IS THAT A CONCERN??).

The main concern of our fringe friends is “Lactic acidosis, a potentially life-threatening buildup of lactic acid in the blood”. This can make you feel very tired, breathless and faint, so your doctor may check the vitamin B12 level in your blood. If your vitamin B12 levels become too low, vitamin B12 supplements will help.

So, while researching this, I was stunned to read the following in that paragon of British Journalism, THE GUARDIAN: “The American Diabetes Association takes millions from companies that stand to profit from our reliance on drugs. Is that affecting their guidance?”

After several paragraphs of ranting about drug makers and the GLORIES of “just tell people to eat less carbs and no one will need any Type 2 Diabetes drugs ever again!!!!” (That was never written, but constantly and consistently proclaimed)> The closest the author (“Neil Barsky, a former Wall Street Journal reporter and investment manager [and] the founder of The Marshall Project.” (Wikipedia writes: “… a journalism nonprofit intended to shed light on the United States criminal justice system, as well as to promote prison abolition.” How this makes Mr. Barsky an expert on Type 2 Diabetes (he is a Type 2 diabetic), I’m not sure as I’m also a Type 2 Diabetic…)

He states emphatically: “The ADA is far from the only obstacle to widespread adoption of a low-carb diet. Absent a national health education initiative that links carbohydrates to the diabetes epidemic, low-carb clinicians will be a voice in the wilderness. It can be challenging for many people with diabetes to forgo the breads, sweets, pastas and starches that form the basis of many diets. And given the dearth of healthy eating options on the shelves of many American supermarkets, some clinicians I spoke with, each of whom was dedicated to their patients’ wellbeing, said it was more effective to simply prescribe their patients pharmaceuticals.”

So, aside from it being “challenging” to anyone who is Type 2 diabetic; and the (really? Where does this man live? He can’t shop at the places I shop – like CUB, Rainbow, Target, and other easily, widely present grocery stores) “the dearth of healthy eating options on the shelves of many American supermarkets”…they’re all there. Even at the corner FASTANDEASY Mart…they OPTIONS are there.

The problem is that the Human Species has EVOLVED to find the EASIEST way to get their calories. This writer, in order to BLAME OTHERS for his own condition, finds it easier to PREACH the idea of “BLAME OTHERS” for the choices most Americans make all the time, every time, and if you check the annual profits of MacDonald’s and any other restaurant on Earth, available to the fabulously NOT wealthy. According to him, “The losers are the millions of people with diabetes who suffer amputations, blindness, neuropathy, often daily shoot themselves with insulin and eat carbohydrate-rich foods because they simply are not informed about their healthier options. It is not too late for the ADA to, loudly and in no uncertain terms, tell people with diabetes the truth.”

I’m unsure what conclave of Humans entirely insulated from First World societies this writer lives in, but writing this, he provided a MASSIVE boost to the millions of First Worlders searching for someone to blame – instead of choosing not to stuff their faces with fattening, truly horrible foods rather than saying to themselves, “Nah, I don’t need to order two triple-burgers with the works, and a quadruple order of fries with cheese sauce, and my favorite flavored sugar syrup water! I sure wish someone told me that there were sensible alternatives! No one ANYWHERE HAS EVER MENTIONED THAT I DON’T HAVE TO EAT SO MUCH THAT I FEELING LIKE PUKING…or fall into a FOOD COMA the moment I sit down in my overstuffed recliner…”

And as always, I’ll remind readers (and Mr. B) that when I point a finger at anyone, I’m firmly aware that the other three fingers are pointing directly back at me…

Source: https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2024/apr/17/ada-american-diabetes-association-big-pharma
Image: https://www.hcd.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/01/living-well-with-diabetes.jpg

October 4, 2025

WRITING ADVICE: Short Stories – Advice and Observation #34: Shane Tourtelotte “& Me”

In this feature, I’ll be 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. While most of them are speculative fiction writers, I’ll also be looking at plain, old, effective short story writers. 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...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 as I work to increase my writing output and sales! As always, your comments are welcome!


Without further ado, short story observations by Shane Tourtelotte– with a few from myself…

I’ve been reading Shane since his first story was published in "Mortal Instruments" in the ANALOG February 1998 issue. He went on to write some forty-two OTHER stories, mostly for Stan Schmidt at ANALOG.

When Shane and famed SF writer, Michael A. Burstein (I'm also a fan of his!) wrote the short story “Bug Out!”, BURSTEIN NOTES: “...we needed an idea for a story. Shane brought with him the beginning of the idea for it. As soon as I heard the idea, I started to contribute more ideas to go along with it, Shane did as well, and we realized that this story would work as a collaboration.”

“But, I'm inherently a nonlinear writer. Shane, on the other hand, likes to start a story from the first word and keep writing until he reaches the end. It did turn out that we both work with outlines, we decided to write an outline for the story first, with each scene numbered. Then one of us took the odd-numbered scenes and the other one took the even-numbered scenes. That way, on a particular day. Shane could write all his scenes from beginning to end, and I could bounce around within my scenes and write whatever I wanted . Then we figured we would trade scenes and rewrite each other.”


Me: To tell you the truth, I’ve NEVER written ANYTHING with someone else. While it worked well for them, it seems like it was more than a LITTLE serendipitous! Honestly, I’ve pretty much hidden my adult SF writing from most people – except of course, my family! My daughter asked me to be a first reader for both her trilogy and her most recent gryphon fantasy; which I happily did! She’s now my publisher as I’m going to take a stab at publishing MARTIAN HOLIDAY myself... (for anyone who’s wondering: “On Mars in 2517, five million Humans live under The Five Domes. But a million others are not considered Human and live hidden lives. There have been 400 hundred years of relative peace. But the Unified Faith in Humanity and finding alien artifacts proving that Humans Are Not Alone is about to change Mars. Revolution seethes. On the brink of upheaval, three natural Humans, four Artificial Humans, and an AI might lead instead...a Reformation to save Mars.”)

Shane Tourtelotte said: “Stanley Schmidt wrote a book entitled Aliens and Alien Societies” I have this book! “…‘Engineering Organisms’…he discusses various means of locomotion in animals…One paragraph on water mobility mentions jet and rocket propulsion, used by some octopi and squids, adding, ‘it's a little hard to see how (the usual sudden and irregular squirts) could be adapted to routine, continuous, long-term transportation. Two pages before that, he also notes that ‘science fiction writers take statements like that as challenges.’”

“Well, I certainly did. My solution was peristalsis; rhythmic muscular contractions that gets your lunch where it’s going could also serve as a continuous propulsive mechanism. It would take a lot of specialization to make it work well, but hey, so did flying. The next idea arose because I imagined these alien creatures as being of whale-like size--naturally more interesting in a story than having them the size of trout.” This mental exercise resulted in the short story “Live Bait”, which appeared in ANALOG’s July/August 1999 issue.


I had a similar experience with my story, “Fairy Bones”.

I live near a park reserve, and while there are no sapient fairies who live there, there are (during certain years) abundant fireflies. That’s the foundation of the story. I add a grandmother whose grandson is “forced on her” while his parents are off planet, and he’s obviously surly and pretends disinterest in everything his grandmother is doing.

She’s doing research into a unique lifeform she’s discovered in the nearby marsh and asks him to help. Bored, he reluctantly agrees – and discovers that she’s been capturing and categorizing creatures that look remarkable like our image of fairies.

She and her grandson bond over their adventure together and end up being a tight pair – and also intent on keeping their secret…while at the same time knowing someone ELSE knows the secret, too. 

There's more than ONE way real life can spill over into story life!

September 30, 2025

IDEA ON TUESDAY 684

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: “Grave Clouds for the variant where the weather is simply miserable at graveyards and other creepy areas, and which is possibly a sister trope to this. See also Evil Is Not Well Lit…”Current Event: http://science.howstuffworks.com/science-vs-myth/afterlife/scary-graveyard1.htm

Niaria Xiong-Walker squinted, trying to see through the gathering mist that apparently hung over the cemetery every night. She said, “How can mist hang over this place EVERY night? Fog’s a function of temperature, humidity, and dew point.”

Seth Bakhsh stood near an obelisk, pitted from ages of lower-than-water pH acid rain that drizzled from the Rochester, NY sky on a regular basis, giving it the dubious distinction of the being the American city with the most rainy days and its unofficial slogan, “If it rains, it’s Rochester”. He said, “It’s the oldest municipal graveyard in the US and has 400,000 dead people in it. Don’t you think that all those ghosts might have an effect on the weather?”

Niaria snorted and said, “They don’t even act as creeped out as you are doing in my parents old village in Nigeria! You’re a wimp, Seth!”

He snorted just as loudly, “I prefer to think that I’m prepared for all eventualities – even ephemeral ones.”

Shaking her head, she tapped her tablet computer and plugged in a cord. “I’m going to see if there’s any truth to the old wives tale that cemeteries are always foggy and creepy at night.”

“How many have you tested?” he asked. He usually ignored her scientific researches in favor of tapping her fascination in anime movies by presenting her with the latest rerun of her favorite Miyazaki film.

“Sixteen,” she replied.

“What?” he stepped from the obelisk, saying, “This isn’t the first time you’ve done this?”

“Duh,” she grabbed the tip of the cord and pulled, a long sensor extended, glowing blue.

“What’s that?”

“A data staff. It collects information and feeds it into a program I wrote.”

“So you can detect monsters?”

“Nothing so solid. Ephemerals. Like you said.”

“Ghosts?” he breathed the word – and his breath fogged in front of his face. “How come it’s so cold here?”

She shook her head, “Because the temperature’s low, dummy.”

“No – I mean it wasn’t cold a second ago and now I can see my breath.”

She looked at her tablet then back up at Seth, “The data confirm your sensations.”

“Duh.”

She looked around, scowling. “But there isn’t any reason…” As she said the words, something congealed out of the fog. It wasn’t humaniform, more like a lizard-like; possibly saurian, large as the obelisk.

Seth said, “It’s coming out of that gravestone...”

“It’s a monument…”

“Whatever it is, I think it has big claws.”

Names: ♀ India, Hmong, English-Scottish; ♂ Hebrew, Pakistan
Image: https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/51niGRrH6DL.jpg

September 27, 2025

MINING THE ASTEROIDS Part 33: Seeds For Science Fiction

Initially, I started this series because of the 2021 World Science Fiction Convention, DisCON which I WOULD have been attending in person if I felt safe enough to do so in person AND it hadn’t been changed to the week before the Christmas Holidays…HOWEVER, as time passed, I knew that this was a subject I was going to explore because it interests me…While working on a new short story that takes place in the skies of a “super-gas giant” planet called RIVER.
PLUS: I’ve been searching my writing lately to find our WHAT I’M TRYING TO SAY.
PLUS: Humans will live in society and while it’s clear societies change, we seem to think that all the things we dislike most will vanish – because somehow, OUR vision of a perfect world is the ONLY one and EXCLUDES anyone who would disagree with us…(read: “me”)…
In the skies of River, a story developed that had a weird and at the same time FAMILIAR milieu…mining on the Iron Range and what that wrought from its heyday and what it left behind when the iron was mined, corporations moved on the strip mine OTHER societies, and people were left standing mute in the wreckage of worthless piles of rock and poisonous taconite tailings…


I wrote to the editor of a website I stumbled on during my research and found LOTS of soil for my imaginary world!

“To the Current Editor of the Minnesota Reformer:

“I'm retired and a writer now, and while building a society that lives in the skies of a gas giant in another star system far from the Solar System, I started to think of what it was that formed the foundation of the society in this remote place that supplies the "universe at large" with gases and compounds birthed from the skies of the planet River.

“I realized the kind of place in my science fiction story would have some similarities to the Iron Range.

“So, I wanted to delve into the motivations of the kind of people who would move to and live in such a far-off place, and work under such challenging conditions as those of the iron mines. In my imaginary world, they are also divided into two very different societies. I read Aaron Brown's essay and suddenly realized I had a much better view of the humans who were living in this very alien world and in sometime conflict with a wealthier, more stable part of their world — and living with tensions very similar to those I saw around C-I between the Range and the Cities.”


OK – lots of introduction for a simple idea. While River is an imaginary gas giant, it has a plethora of abundant lifeforms both naturally adapted to it, and lifeforms that Humans have engineered to live in the skies of River. In this story, called (at the moment!) "Hunting For DNA”, the main character is a young adult who has discovered a friend who has interests aligned with his own – which is to get a SOLID sample of the DNA of a natural denizen of River called a “hookhunter” that feeds on much smaller creatures called bobbing shrimp. He wants better sample because there are rumors that the DNA of the hookhunters contains genes that may be infinitely cloneable – in other words, it may create tissue that is immortal.

So, his “girlfriend” Murri is excited to help him. Unbeknownst to HIM, she’s not as interested in getting samples of hookhunter DNA as she is in getting samples of HIS DNA…because she’s been hired to do so because Gordon himself is an artificially structured Human. His dads know. Murri knows.

He doesn’t.

All good, right? But I’d only put a TINY bit of research into developing the society that Gordon, Murri, his dads, the hookhunters and the bobbing shrimp…and several dozen OTHER lifeforms and characters I’ve developed…live in.

And now, all of a sudden, based on memories and reading I’ve done on the interaction of the Iron Range and the Twin Cities…I have the society of a world slowly coming into focus…

I’ve meandered enough for now. Expect more later!

Today’s Source: https://minnesotareformer.com/2021/09/28/the-humbling-of-giants-the-rise-and-decline-of-the-iron-range-essay/
Foundational Resource: (A general Wikipedia post detailing what the authors currently know about asteroid mining: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Asteroid_mining)
Noted Resources: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_asteroid_close_approaches_to_Earth, https://www.pharostribune.com/news/local_news/article_7fcd3ea5-3c14-533f-a8d5-9bf629922f34.html, https://www.fool.com/investing/2022/04/29/like-asteroid-mining-be-careful-what-you-wish-for/, https://www.nps.gov/wrbr/learn/historyculture/theroadtothefirstflight.htm, https://hackaday.com/2019/03/27/extraterrestrial-excavation-digging-holes-on-other-worlds/, https://www.planetary.org/space-missions/every-small-worlds-mission
Interesting Stuff The Might Apply To Mining Asteroids: https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cgej7gzg8l0o 

September 23, 2025

IDEAS ON TUESDAY 683

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.

Current Event: “The Minnesota Renaissance Festival is a Renaissance fair, an interactive outdoor event which focuses on recreating the look and feel of a fictional 16th Century ‘England-like’ fantasy kingdom.”

Svenja Johannson puttered around the edge of the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. She crossed her arms over her chest, tossed her platinum blonde hair and said, “I was hoping for a bit more authenticity.

Matias Gallagher, strawberry blonde hair curled like a swim cap over his head, shook his head and said, “Then you should have tried out for ‘Castle Life’.”

She snorted – a sound worthy of a horse, Matias thought – “That’s just as fake.”

He scowled at her and said, “Just because you Germans have all kinds of castles...”

“Not ‘all kinds of castles’ – Wartburg Castle. That is the only castle.”

He shook his head and said, “Speaking of Martin Luther, what makes you think you’d even like the real Renaissance?”

“Are you kidding? My ancestors lived then, there was no pollution, no noise, and definitely no people!”

“What’s wrong with people?” Matias asked as a pair of teenaged boys in basketball shorts, wearing high-topped basketball shoes and suggestive slogans, walked past them using an F-bomb every other word. They looked at him and Svenja. One flipped Matias the bird, the other asked Svenja if she wanted to engage in a sexual act. After Svenja fired a crude rejoinder back at him and Matias leaned back and folded his arms across his chest, flashing both his six-pack and expanding his pecs, the other boy waved him away. The two of them faded into the mob of 21st Century Minnesotans stuffing their faces the way they did at the State Fair and pretending they were in the 16th Century.

Svenja glared at Matias. Matias sighed, “Point.” He paused and said, “Let’s just enjoy the RenFest for what it is.”

Svenja scowled as a parade of knights in armor entered the Festival grounds, the earth trembling under the pounding hooves. The steel plate, gold trim, and silver filigree flashed in the brilliant afternoon light. There was a coolness in the air, a tiny bite of autumn hinting at the winter not far away. There seemed to be hundreds of knights prancing by. “There are so many...” she said.

“What?” Matias shouted. “I can’t hear you!”

“There are so many knights! Where did they come from?” The sun abruptly dipped behind a cloud. There was a flash of light and clap of thunder, yet when Matias pressed his hands over his ears, it seemed that only he and Svenja did so. Others around them seemed oblivious to the darkness and cold. “What’s happening, Matias?” she shouted.

“I don’t know...”

An instant later, the sun came out again. Matias blinked in surprise and Svenja stepped closer to him, grabbing his arm, long fingernails digging into his muscle. The first thing he noticed was the stench of open sewer and the legless man on sitting on the ground in front of them, obviously cussing them out, but in a language Matias and Svenja had never heard before.

In fact, it had never been spoken in North America – and wouldn’t be for another millenium…

Names: ♀ German, Swedish ; ♂ Norwegian, Irish

September 20, 2025

JAX LUNAR LUMBER Chapter 13


On the way to the neighborhood Home Depot for the obligatory weekend project as well as a load of flowers and potting soil, I started musing on my hitch as a “yard ape” for a company called Knox Lumber. We, too were busy this time of year, and it was a familiar feel whenever I went to one of these stored. Know was one of the original “Do It Yourself” (aka DIY) stores, a precursor to today’s Lowes, Menards, and Home Depot. Eventually bought out by Payless Cashways https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Payless_Cashways The rumor in the store was that you could build an entire house by waiting patiently for a year while EVERYTHING went on sale…Rolling down the driveway, I suddenly had a thought and snickered.

When my wife asked, “What?” I shook my head. “No, what?”
I reiterated the train of thought above, then added, “I was wondering if it would be possible to build a colony on the Moon using just what you could buy at Knox?”
We pondered it for a few moments, then suddenly said in unison, “Yes!”
Inspired by Matt Weir, the result of my musings continues below.


I searched for Tiananmen – aka “Gate of Heavenly Peace”, or HP for short, said, “Unprepared in every way, the trip to the alien world will kill you. Just as it killed me. I’d have died permanently if the Aliens hadn’t been waiting for me the moment I popped out of transspace.” There was silence. She smiled, looked at me, adding, ‘The only real complication is tat we’ll need the total cooperation of Master Cheat and All-around Pain-in-our-collective-posterior, Sturdlan Vilbix.”

The Board Room exploded in the jeers, catcalls, boos, and an amazing calling-down-of-curses.

The man was the personal manager Roza Rymbayeva Golovkin, named after a famous Kazakh singer and song-writer. She was a Sixth Generation descendant of the last Human to walk on the Moon in the 20th Century – Eugene Andrew Cernan was an American astronaut, naval aviator, electrical engineer, aeronautical engineer, and fighter pilot. During the Apollo 17 mission, Cernan became the 11th human being to walk on the Moon. As he re-entered the Apollo Lunar Module after Harrison Schmitt on their third and final lunar excursion, he became the Last Man to Walk On the Moon – the Last Lunar Walker in other words.

I touched a switch and said, “Excuse me.” Amplified to a level that made everyone but me wince, I reduced the output to merely loud enough to be heard still winced, but that didn’t bother me. Sturdlan Vilbix had swept into our lives unwanted, the Gang of Four – my grandchildren, Noah, Natalie, Ronan and Lennon introduced themselves as Sturdlan Vilbix grabbed me by the bicep and squeezed. It HURT! He had muscles trained under the full gravity of the world that had nurtured Humanity into intelligence. Now, here he was steering me further into Jax Lunar Lumber, using gestures to station dozens of drones in the ceiling, on the floor, on desks, in trees, and anywhere their cameras – I was pretty sure the glittering light twirling around the back and belly of each one was a camera designed to record, broadcast, and recreate every scene, every motion, and every nuance of the Six-Times-Great-Granddaughter Of The Last Lunar Walker – or “Six-T-Granddaughter-OT Last Lunar Walker”. That quickly morphed to antichrist, or 6T for short.

As suddenly as he’d assaulted me, Turdland crumpled to the ground, all of the cameras focused on his incapacitation. We, the Jax family, had endured exactly as much of his self-important rhetoric as we could handle. I’d delivered the ultimatum, “I will remind you Sturdlan, one more time: ‘Just to show you there’s no hard feelings, the venue you’ve been offered is owned by Jax Lunar Lumber, Limited Liability Lunar Company.’ I was under no illusions that I had won anything but a brief reprieve from conflict between myself, family, and this man. However, 6T said we needed him – for what, I don’t know.

A text message flashed across the back of my hand in distinct ultraviolet. Not that it would be secret from everyone, but most people wouldn’t be running around with eyes sensitive to UV light. I could see in the most common frequencies used for communication.

It was from 6T. It read, “Meet me in orbit.” I acknowledged it and looked across the throng. Turdland was gone. And 6T was gone. I got a sick feeling in my stomach. A rapidly branching probability tree presented itself through my brain booster. None of the branches looked promising – though, squinting, there was very, very long branch that ended with a fascinating cluster of branches.

Sturdlan was in the center of a globe of woven leaves. His gravy train was nowhere near him – in fact, she was somewhere in the skies of Venus! The Solar System was at peace, and hovering somewhere beyond the Oort Cloud, was swarm of very small ships that each had a life signature.

They surrounded Sturdlan. Smiling, I sped to the nearest Space Elevator that would bring me closest to where 6T was signaling and booked a ticket. This was going to be an interesting meeting…

Resources: The Moon Trees, https://www.urbanforestdweller.com/we-almost-forgot-about-the-moon-trees/ ; https://www.space.com/moon-colonists-lunar-lava-tubes.html Image: https://cdn.mos.cms.futurecdn.net/YkAeUwwE2aksDqd5tgwyec-970-80.jpg.webp

September 13, 2025

CREATING ALIEN ALIENS Part 42C: Space Families – The Last Word???

Five decades ago, I started my college career with the intent of becoming a marine biologist. I found out I had to get a BS in biology before I could even begin work on MARINE biology; especially because there WEREN'T any marine biology programs in Minnesota. Along the way, the science fiction stories I'd been writing since I was 13 began to grow more believable. With my BS in biology and a fascination with genetics, I started to use more science in my fiction. After reading hard SF for the past 50 years, and writing hard SF successfully for the past 20, I've started to dig deeper into what it takes to create realistic alien life forms. In the following series, I'll be sharing some of what I've learned. I've had some of those stories published, some not...I teach a class to GT young people every summer called ALIEN WORLDS. I've learned a lot preparing for that class for the past 25 years...so...I have the opportunity to share with you what I've learned thus far. Take what you can use, leave the rest. Let me know what YOU'VE learned. Without further ado...

We in the speculative fiction world seem to feel like we have a tight bead on the weird – no more so than when “AI” suggests that “For future space settlements, new family structures will be needed to address the unique challenges of microgravity, radiation, and isolation, possibly forming by necessity rather than just biological ties…”

Clearly the programmer that wrote the AI’s program (or put the words in the AI’s figurative mouth) had never read the 1912 classic, RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE by Zane Grey. (“…a Western novel by Zane Grey, first published by Harper & Brothers in 1912. Considered by scholars to have played a significant role in shaping the formula of the popular Western genre, the novel has been called ‘the most popular western novel of all time’.)

For a 113-year-old novel, it has some EXTREMELY STRANGE “family units” encompassed in the story. Not by ANY means unusual to most of us, is the Mormon family unit. I’ll leave you to mull that over and turn to the even WEIRDER family units in this seemingly innocuous “Western”.

Don’t get me wrong, I found my copy for free on a discard pile at my neighborhood GOODWILL store and picked it up, knowing it was a classic, and put it on my library shelf. I finally picked it up a couple weeks ago moved by a wild impulse to read something entirely outside of both my interest range and beyond any compulsion to read anything even vaguely resembling a genre outside of my life experiences. After I started it, I have been reading it in mostly utter amazement.

So far, the most astonishing thing is that the sexual mores of the second decade of the 20th Century are (publicly) so entirely different from those of this second decade of the 21st. The main example is the two lead male characters are madly in love with the two lead female characters. If Grey had written it in 2012, the men and women (or both men or both women or all four of them) would have tumbled into bed two pages after they met and after 200 pages interspersed with lurid (or off-stage) “lovemaking” (aka sex in all of its kinkiness), they would have thought about getting married, skipped that and spent the rest of the book having sex…oh, and Grey might have found a few pages to tell the rest of an incredibly…alien…story.

Example: one of the characters had a good friend who died after she nursed her from an illness to her ultimate death.
Example: turns out one of the characters is the daughter of a truly horrible man who molded her into a criminal and murderer.
Example: while sex of any kind is usually irrelevant to the story line, most novels (SF and F) find some excuse to include either implicit sex or explicit sex in all but the MOST middle of middle-grade novels. If ANY novel includes coarse language, most of the words have sexual connotations and are freely employed.

So, back to ROTPS. Another pairing is between a character who has murdered dozens of other humans (on purpose or for his own financial gain or out of sheer anger at alleged or actual slights and an extremely wayward female character who knows all of this and falls madly in love with him anyway. Together, they plan to take what’s left of her money, leave it all behind and get married in another state.

The biggest point of the novel is one even the BRILLIANT AI didn’t even hint at: polygamous marriages. It takes place in Utah after the Church of Latter-Day Saints has fled their founding state of Ohio because they were chased out due to their commandment to enter into polygamous marriages. The largest “family” mentioned in non-Mormon literature was from the Old Testament. “King Solomon was said to have had 700 wives and 300 concubines, for a total of 1,000 women in his harem.” How about “Ziona Chana? (d. 2021) in India, he had 39 wives, 94 children, 14 daughters-in-law, and 33 grandchildren for a total of 181 family members.”

“Polygamy is most often found in sub-Saharan Africa, where 11% of the population lives in arrangements that include more than one spouse.”

And what about SERIAL marriages? American “Glynn Wolfe married 31 times, fathered approximately 40 children and divorced 30 times.”

What OTHER kinds of families might there be? I mean, Humans are Human. Moving them to Mars, alien worlds, the Asteroid Belt, generational starships, or even able to instantaneously leap across space and time…you’ll STILL be dealing with Humans. How about inanimate objects? “Eija-Riitta Eklöf married the Berlin Wall in 1979, Erica Eiffel married the Eiffel Tower: Eiffel participated in a commitment ceremony with the Eiffel Tower in Paris; and Australian Jodi Rose married the Le Pont du Diable, a bridge in France.

The AI informing me that “new family structures will be needed to address the unique challenges of microgravity, radiation, and isolation, possibly forming by necessity rather than just biological ties…” says more about some programmer trying to excuse their own preference for “shocking” family arrangements. NONE of the things the web says will drastically alter Human relationships regarding family are anything more than weather and location. What OTHER “necessity” could occur that would lead to “new family structures”?

Give me a HINT, please!

Sources: various

September 9, 2025

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September 7, 2025

CREATING ALIEN ALIENS Part 42B: Alien Families and What That Might Mean When Colonizing a Gas Giant…

WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS YESTERDAY, 9/6/25!

Five decades ago, I started my college career with the intent of becoming a marine biologist. I found out I had to get a BS in biology before I could even begin work on MARINE biology; especially because there WEREN'T any marine biology programs in Minnesota.

Along the way, the science fiction stories I'd been writing since I was 13 began to grow more believable. With my BS in biology and a fascination with genetics, I started to use more science in my fiction.

After reading hard SF for the past 50 years, and writing hard SF successfully for the past 20, I've started to dig deeper into what it takes to create realistic alien life forms. In the following series, I'll be sharing some of what I've learned. I've had some of those stories published, some not...I teach a class to GT young people every summer called ALIEN WORLDS. I've learned a lot preparing for that class for the past 25 years...so...I have the opportunity to share with you what I've learned thus far. Take what you can use, leave the rest. Let me know what YOU'VE learned. Without further ado...


My quotes below are from something Google calls an “AI Overview” from my query “Families in Space”. While I’ve used them in the past, I was somewhat irritated by a couple of things this overview presented: “For future space settlements, new family structures will be needed to address the unique challenges of microgravity, radiation, and isolation, possibly forming by necessity rather than just biological ties…Behavioral health programs are being developed to support astronauts’ families, addressing issues like…changing family roles…Space settlement families will likely be diverse, forming from biological ties or personal choice, and may take on various forms, including polyamorous or egalitarian structures…In a more metaphorical sense, stars are born in ‘families’ or groups, sharing characteristics and originating from the same place at the same time.”

While I’m sure Google wants to present this as a “totally logical computer speculation” and figures I’ll just accept it as the inevitable Progress Of Humanity, I find it oddly…myopic, blithely setting a “bold new course” into the future as Humanity changes the way families have functioned (admittedly with varying degrees of success) since they have pretty much been the same since the first family units formed half-a-million years ago. So, because of AI, computers, and the boundless wisdom of scientists, all that BS is about to come to an end, thank-technology?

Seems oddly…stupid.

What would alter a family who live on the back of an immense semi-sapient creature floating in the atmosphere of a gas giant, since apparently, “new family structures will be needed to address...unique challenges”? Living on the back of a gigantic blimp would probably present “unique challenges”, eh?

On the other hand, I’m going to assume that Humans will need somewhere to stand, something to breathe, something to eat, and somewhere to breed. None of those basics are unique challenges, are they? Humans have been dealing with them as the biological unit we call families for half-a-million years. The environments on different worlds, OBVIOUSLY will be different. But Humans evolved on the African continent. Of COURSE weather and other factors were different than they were today, in fact, that very change argues that the social groups those original primate families developed it won’t change as radically going so far as to require “new family structures”. But using cold as the environmental challenge, “The coldest place where humans have had a permanent presence is the Russian village of Oymyakon…(which is) The coldest permanently inhabited village…in Siberia, the village of Oymyakon has average winter temperatures of around -58°F. The lowest recorded temperature in this settlement was -89.9°F) in 1933. Despite the extreme cold, Oymyakon has a permanent population of a few hundred residents. The cold is so intense that residents must keep vehicles running constantly so the engines don't freeze. Plumbing is nonexistent due to the permanently frozen ground (permafrost), so most toilets are outhouses.”

Human family structure appears to have remained as it was half-a-million years ago…it seems that Human and/or AI lack faith in the resiliency of the Human family unit.

In the skies of River, a gas giant world I’ve been writing in for several years now (two published stories: “The Baptism of Johnny Ferocious” (Dragons, Knights, and Angels), and “Prince of Blood and Spit” (Perihelion, 2015: https://theworkandworksheetsofguystewart.blogspot.com/2021/06/prince-of-blood-and-spit-perihelion.html) the “nuclear family” is quite healthy. In fact, the backs of these gigantic bags of undulating gas are planted with genetically engineered crops – mostly medicinal, but also designed to concentrate Human-necessary compounds, minerals, and molecules (https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/books/NBK218751/), (https://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/health/healthyliving/Vitamins-and-minerals). While gengineering Humans for particular environments may become necessary at some point, and while the propensity of the Human animal appeared to be directed to clumping in family units with variations (Navy Seals, for instance); or Western industrialized civilizations (https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC8294648/); it’s also clear that while what has been historically defined as a “family unit”, little has changed in Humans over that half-million-year period of time.

Where I take exception, is the assumption that in challenging conditions, the family as we know it will seemingly evaporate to be taken over by something more... “egalitarian” – by which I think those kinds of Human writers mean, “families as I know them are doomed to become whatever people want them to be”…in reading information of SF novels for YA readers, the absurd term I came across is “found family”. It SEEMED to mean that kids can choose whatever kind of family they want willy-nilly and with no thought except “what feels good and meets all of my needs” without giving much thought to the needs of the rest of the people in these “found families”.

It seems to me that the pressure of Humanity moving to alien worlds or living in alien environments and facing interactions with alien peoples – would necessitate the FIRM foundation of the nuclear family unit that evolved here on Earth among the various species of Homo. The idea of a family “forming from biological ties or personal choice, [that] may take on various forms, including polyamorous or egalitarian structures…” is not only silly, but bound to failure. How can an “egalitarian structure” “…a system…that promotes equality and equal access to rights, opportunities, and resources for all its members, regardless of their background or social status. It aims to dismantle hierarchies and power disparities, fostering a sense of shared responsibility, and ensuring everyone is treated with equal fundamental worth and moral status.” make for survival in an inherently hostile environment? How can we colonize and thrive on/in a world deadly to unprotected, naked Human life? If no one’s the boss of anyone and no one can tell anyone else what to do, (which is implied by “equal fundamental worth, status, power, and morality”, and no one’s opinion or experience is more or less valid than anyone else’s…

In the skies of River, there needs to be authority (do NOT read authoritarianism!) and direction (do NOT read dictatorship!) Would Humans – as a species – even exist if hierarchy and disparity of power was forcibly removed (which begs the question, WHO WOULD ENFORCE the disparities? Who would make certain that social status vanished? Who enforces the equal distribution of resources?

No, the pioneers of River, riding on the backs of immense cloudwhales will have families and institutions that have evolved after 500,000 years; NOT family units conceived of over the past 200 years…recognizable. Stable. Not all moms who say, “No, you can’t stick that fork in an electrical outlet! Stop now, or else!” will vanish.

Much to the relief of Human evolution…

Sources: (see embedded in essay above)
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September 3, 2025

IDEAS ON TUESDAYS 681

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. Octavia Butler said, “SF doesn’t really mean anything at all, except that if you use science, you should use it correctly, and if you use your imagination to extend it beyond what we already know, you should do that intelligently.”

SF Trope: Effects of super fast cellular regeneration…
Current Event: https://pubmed.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/38915707/ “…As this lysosome-independent cell cleansing process does not seem to have been priorly described, we termed it "cathartocytosis." Cathartocytosis allows a cell to rapidly eject excess material without waiting for autophagic and lysosomal digestion, providing for efficient cellular downscaling.” Add IRON MAN 3: “Extremis is an advanced form of genetic manipulation…granting the human body the ability to heal and regenerate from physical damages, deformities and even psychological damages. This also includes the regrowth of severed limbs in a very short timespan” this “hyper-healing also generates intense heat that, if a patient is unable to control it, leads to “an exothermic ability”.

“The big question, is what are you going to change?” said Erjan. Shaking his head, he added, “You’re practically perfect in every way.”

Slava snorted. “You make me sound like a Marion Poppins. I don’t want to change just to change. I want to change so I’m a better person.”

Erjan rolled his eyes. “Then do it like normal people do! Commit good works; save babies; contribute some of your inheritance to a cause you really believe in!”

Slava shook his head, “That’s boring! No one’s gonna notice me for doing something so boring!”

Erjan stopped walking. Slava was ten meters past him when he stopped suddenly, looked around, then spotted Erjan. He walked back. “You’re not even breathing hard! That was a great sprint!”

“I didn’t backtrack. I stopped and it took you almost two minutes to notice that you were walking with no one and talking to the air.”

“You did not!” Erjan crossed his arms over his chest and started tapping his foot. A look of pure rage flashed over Slava’s face. He clenched his fists, bending his arms at the elbows as his skin flushed – truly spectacular under his carefully coiffed head of blonde hair. “You’re…” He shut his mouth, noticing that he was attracting a crowd. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, holding his breath and counting backwards to fifty. He let his breath out slowly, then said, “I’m an idiot, aren’t I. Worthless…”

Slava put his hand over Erjan’s mouth. “You’re neither an idiot nor worthless. You’ve just had the universe orbiting around since you were conceived…”

“You forgot to note that THAT happy event happened in a test tube.”

Slava took his hand away. “So you’ve told me. And yet here I stand, talking to you as if you were a normal Human and my friend.”

Erjan shoved his hands in his pockets, turned and slumped away. Slava knew better than to chase him. His friend’s doctor had texted him just before Slava had come out of the hospital. It had been a simple message, “If he gets truly angry or incredibly happy, weird things are going to happen to his physiology. Document and encourage meditative calm.”

Slava had texted back, “What happens if I can’t?”

It took several days for his friend’s MOTHER – whom he never met because she lived on Mars – had replied. “After fervent discussion, the consensus of doctors and researchers is: ‘No idea. Just keep him calm.’” Slava sighed and followed Erjan and called out, “Let’s go to MacDonalds. Shakes. My treat!”

Erjan stopped, turned, scowling, and shouted, “How dare you!” His skin flushed and after another moment, he started to glow…
Names: ♀ Khazak ; ♀Ukrainian
Sideways Idea Links: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ergotism; rye; IRON MAN 3 https://marvelcinematicuniverse.fandom.com/wiki/Extremis

August 31, 2025

POSSIBLY IRRITATING ESSAYS: STAR TREK - Re-Engineering It In Full-Immersion Three-Dimensions!!! Um???

On October 7, 2007, I started this blog. Eighteen years later, I am revising and doing some different things. My wife and I are now retired senior citizens, our kids are both married, we have a bonus daughter and her wife and we have three grandchildren, (with a fourth on-the-way!) the oldest of which will soon finish his first year in high school, one smack in the center of Middle School; the third almost done with kindergarten. I have forty-five professional publications, plus countless other publications as a slushpile reader, and sometime essay contributor to Stupefying Stories https://stupefyingstories.blogspot.com/.

These days, I write whenever I want to – or when I’m not busy exploring the world with my wife or kids or grandkids. I write and read constantly. Then I discovered that I was writing longer and longer pieces. My new focus is to write shorter; and to write HUMOR. On purpose. Maybe I can still irritate people while being funny. It works pretty well for John Scalzi! We’ll see what happens.

But sadly, not for this short essay…

“I know you all believed that I killed myself because of what I came face-to-face with after making a record number of jumps to interstellar space.” Lots of nods, more wide-eyed-amazement. There were even faces that displayed sheer horror. I nodded to Tiananmen. “I didn’t kill myself. I faked my death in order to talk with Felix and Grandpa about the future of Jax Lunar Lumber and the exploration of Strange New Worlds.” She shot me a look. We both had come to enjoy a century-old flattie “television program”, re-engineered in full-immersive ThreeDee.”

Ever since watching Star Trek: The Original Series, I wanted SO BADLY TO LIVE IN THAT WORLD!

My wife and I have been watching STAR TREK: Strange New Worlds and after several episodes where my fondest dream of being able to live in the Federation Universe kept getting fed. I SO wanted to live in the days of the USS Enterprise (Original through G (which is, in case you don’t know, a Time Ship!).

Then, some…interesting episodes of SNW started to crop up. Perhaps the most startling and revealing was also the BLOODIEST ST I had ever seen and references something that has only been noted in vague hints: The Klingon/Federation War.

While I’m the father of an Army soldier who was stationed in several of the world’s hot-spots during his 11-year hitch whose MOS was 94 Sierra. If you’re really interested, do some digging. That’s all I’ll say.

He related a few incidents that were hard for me to hear as his Dad. I’ll leave it at that, but use it to introduce the ST:SNW episode, “Under the Cloak of War”. I grew up with the slightly rough-and-tumble Universe of ST:TOS and ST:TNG rather than the more refined universe of PICARD (which has brutal issues of its own, but has more to chew on intellectually.) Seeing “Cloak”, my child-like vision of the FUN of space travel was cruelly tempered by what I saw on television every night when, crashing into adolescence, I was faced with the possibility of getting DRAFTED when I turned 18. Initiated in 1948, the US drafted its last soldier (at the time, all soldiers had been male) in 1972 and closed finally in 1973. While I was “just a kid” – I was fifteen and absolutely aware of the Vietnam War.

So, with that background and build up, let’s go back to my fondest dream as a kid watching Star Trek with Dad: circa 1966-1969 (9-12 years old). I wanted to live in the universe of Star Trek and “boldly go where no man (at the time) has gone before”! I wanted to live in a world of transporters, talking computers, food replicators, amazing medical care, and a seemingly clean, sweet world that spent its time “exploring strange new worlds”.

But the Federation didn’t have a very smooth beginning and went back and forth as some civilizations sought expansion, and others chose to vanish. The small slice of Federation history during STRANGE NEW WORLDS was almost as violent as our own time.

So, would I want to REALLY inhabit the Federation of this time? Worf would NOT have existed during the time – in fact, the Federation and the Klingon Empire were busy slaughtering each other. I can no easily imagine a Federation being “all good” and the Klingons being “all bad” than I can imagine all Americans being good and all Chinese being bad. Governments do nasty things – but the scarier part of that is that “government” isn’t visible. It’s RESULTS are apparent, but I can’t point and say, “Look! There’s America!” It’s an entity that has, “as of mid-2025, (has an) estimated total population of the United States and its territories (of) approximately 345.5 million people. This figure includes the 50 states, the District of Columbia, and the five main inhabited U.S. territories.”

It's full of people truly nasty, truly wonderful, and truly ciphers (or invisible if you prefer). Times for different parts of the world are horrific: “Sudan, the Occupied Palestinian Territory (specifically Gaza), Myanmar, and the Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC).” Check whatever your news source is and these places will usually be prominently displayed.

Now, finally: If I lived in the United Federation of Planets during the time of SNW, there would still be atrocities perpetrated by “aliens” as they are perpetrated by the Humans of this place and time. The faces would be different, but there would STILL be my favorite Star Trek aliens like the Vulcans, the Bajorans, the Iconians, Q, the Horta, and others.

And there would be war, and that’s why “Cloak” brought home to me; even Gene Roddenberry had to invent violent aliens in order to drive the storylines; clearly recognizing that WE AS HUMANS prefer things…(to be mild and polite), SPICY. Not entirely dull and boring which has always been the problem with writing about utopias – no one wanted to read about them because THEY WERE BORING. Violence is what we LIKE, even a romantic comedy would fall flat on its face if there wasn’t CONFLICT (even of the humorous and romantic type).

After reflecting and writing about my childhood dream of living in a STAR TREK world, I find that it really wouldn’t be all that different than the world I live in today (maybe with a couple fun pieces of tech like TRANSPORTERS and STARSHIPS!

Reference: “Under the Cloak of War”, detailed discussion and insights - https://musingsofamiddleagedgeek.blog/2023/07/31/star-trek-strange-new-worlds-s2-8-under-the-cloak-of-war-commits-a-few-atrocities/