Month: May 2012

  • Delay…

    Much to my chagrin, I am forced to delay the release of the second novel in the Malmaxa series – The Pilgrimage.  Unfortunately real life reared its ugly head and resulted in my having to work for 17 unanticipated hours over the weekend.  Hours I had hoped to spend on the final pass through the novel.  So… a few more days till it is out and about.

    Some good news though, I have reduced the price of Beltamar’s War to free, in celebration of the second novels imminent release.  To secure this price simply visit SmashWords – feel free to tell anyone you know about this likely limited time offer, and notify Amazon, who should price match SmashWords (Amazon don’t allow me to give it away).

  • The Home Stretch

    A brief note about Malmaxa II – The Pilgrimage.  I’m pleased to say that I’m in the final leg of the race to release the second book in my series.  Well, perhaps less of a race and more of a marathon…

    The Pilgrimage was essentially complete when I released Beltamar’s War, or so I thought.  After all it was initially part of the original draft.  On the advice of a literary agent, Amy Hayden of Linn Prentis Literary, who declined to represent me yet managed to inspire me with her rejection, I split the first draft into two novels.  I’m glad I did as it allowed me to focus on cleaning up the first part of the tale – I am quite happy with Beltamar’s War in its current form.

    I started working on The Pilgrimage in earnest almost a year ago.  I thought I’d be done with it in a “few months”.  Was I wrong, or what?  Well, that “few months” turned into about a year.  Hopefully it will be time well spent, and I’m looking forward to readers’ comments.

    I have just finished working on the artwork for the cover, and I’m doing my last pass through the text now.  I think I’ll release it to Kindle and other eBook formats before the end of the weekend.  But… I have been known to be wrong before, so watch this space for news.

    A preview of the cover appears below.

    Selene, shortly before she receives her sixth marks.

     

     

  • Perceptions, of Time.

    Time is something which fascinates me.  You see I don’t believe time actually exists.  Yes, we have mechanisms to measure this “thing” very precisely.  Almost everything we do is somehow tied to time.  Yet there is nothing we can do to change it.

    Here is an interesting mental problem.  If we could travel faster than the speed of light and we travelled away from the earth while training an infinitely powerful telescope upon it, we would witness events that happened in the past.  In a manner of speaking, or thinking, we would be “overtaking the past” or travelling “back in time”.

    Now what would happen if we did this for a year, then turned around and raced back toward the earth, still faster than the speed of light?  When we turned around wouldn’t we be a year in the past?  Or, would a year have passed?

  • Logic vs Medicine

    During a conversation with my wife, the topic of routine screening mammograms as a means of prevention of breast cancer came up.  I am a logical person and not at all averse to defying conventional wisdom when it flies in the face of logic.  For me logic wins every time, there is simply no contest.

    Back to the topic of this post.  In the USA The America Cancer Society recommends “Yearly mammograms are recommended starting at age 40 and continuing for as long as a woman is in good health”.  Various other people, much more learned than I, disagree with this timeline.  This includes USA based organizations like The U.S. Preventive Services Task Force – though mammograms are generally recommended, their frequency is generally reduced from once a year to once every two to three years.

    Conventional wisdom would seem to indicate that if mammograms detect cancer then get them done often, since early detection is key to defeating cancer.

    Logic calls foul.  First, let us look at what a screening mammogram actually is.  Simply put, the breast is crushed between two plates until it is flat and dense, then it is irradiated by X-Rays.  This is done twice for each breast, with X-Ray pictures taken in the vertical and horizontal planes.

    Sounds wonderful doesn’t it?   To me it sounds like detection is not only barbaric, but downright dangerous as well.  I wonder what happens to a benign tumor when it is crushed, then irradiated twice every year?  I can’t imagine it is anything good.

    Although this primitive technology is capable of detecting breast cancer early, perhaps it is also capable of causing breast cancer by its invasive nature – logic certainly seems to warn of this danger.  (While “invasive” might not be the precisely correct word, X-Rays do penetrate the body.)

    Am I recommending that women don’t get annual mammograms?  Absolutely not.  I am not a doctor so I am making no recommendation either way.

    What I am recommending is you take conventional wisdom with a grain of salt.  If it seems to defy logic, it is probably worthy of deeper investigation.  If the conventional wisdom originates from people who will benefit financially from your listening to them (namely a doctor or radiologist), then perhaps you need to take a pinch of salt, and throw it over your left shoulder – right into their eye.

  • Chosen Soldier

    I’m in the process of reading a very interesting book called “Chosen Soldier”, by Dick Couch.  It details the selection process and the initial training that goes into the making of a Green Beret.  Green Berets are one of the US Elite Special Forces, and are held in high esteem both within and outside the USA.  Make no mistake, these men are highly skilled and highly regarded by anyone with a military background.

    Now, I expect you’re wondering why I’m reading this material?  What does it have to do with Malmaxa?

    Well, I consider myself a student of human nature. I find the motivations people have for doing things often to be of greater interest than the things they do.  I look back on my youth when I served in an army I believe was the best in the world at what it did.  We were young, patriotic and motivated to defend our country.  Before going on a patrol in which I had a premonition of dying, I once wrote a line by Horace in my personal diary.  It read “Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori”.  Like many premonitions it was proven wrong.  However that is not the point.

    So, what is the point then?  Well, put simply, it is that when I entered military service I truly believed that quote – it was the principle motivator for my volunteering for service before my allotted time came.  Others I knew dodged the bullet by avoiding or delaying service.  Back then, I held them in low esteem.  Today, I simply accept that they saw things differently than I saw things.  Where I believed I was serving the greater good, they believed otherwise. It saddens me to say that I now believe they were more right than I was.

    Perhaps neither of us was right, and neither of us was wrong.  We just weren’t on the same team.

    Nowadays I am adamantly opposed to war, yet I am even more opposed to injustice.  Please do not hold the volunteer servicemen and women of any country in low esteem.  They truly do serve their people.  The ones deserving of your derision are those in power who are willing to sacrifice the lives of these honorable soldiers in unjust wars. And yes, I firmly believe war is never just.

    In case you haven’t already looked up the translation of Horace’s quote, and even if you have, here is mine “Sweet it is, and fitting, for one’s country to die.”  In Malmaxa there is conflict. There is a war in which people fight and die. And just like here on this planet we inhabit and treat with no respect, the inhabitants of Malmaxa and do not know or ask why there is war.

    If you are drawn to National Service then by all means serve your compatriots with pride and honor.  But do not serve blindly without question, while believing yourself to be without blame.

  • A glossary? Really?

    One of the things I’ve heard, from readers kind enough to give me feedback on Malmaxa, is how complicated some of the words within the tale are.  To that end, Malmaxa includes a Glossary – however most never realize it is there till they reach the end of the book, when it serves less of a purpose than it could.

    Bear in mind Malmaxa is an epic tale – as such there is significant world and culture building.  Though exposition could serve to detail concepts, I prefer to let things gradually reveal themselves.  Naturally, this clashes with some readers, who want to know – and know now!  For them the Glossary should help provide that “fix”, while doing so in the same tone as the tale.  In other words, the glossary is not translated into current day English but instead remains true to the world of Malmaxa.

    Something I would like to stress is that these words are not entirely figments of my over-active imagination.  Along with the names of the many characters, they have meaningful origins – though I leave it up to you to find these out, should you have sufficient interest. 

    Now, for readers of the sample, here are a few of the stranger words definitions – extracted directly from the Glossary itself.

    Chukrah

    A metallic appearing object, worn as a pendant suspended around the neck.  They are spiritually bound to their bearer and are held to be sacred instruments of the Gods.  Chukrah are flat hexagonal shaped discs comprised of six twisting segments meeting in the center.  The color of a Chukrah when worn, particularly when activated, determines the class of the wearer.

    cincture

    A thorough and all-encompassing investigation.  Common usage refers to the detailed investigation Herbalists perform on the entrails and organs of beasts, to ensure they are safe for consumption.

    Compositus

    The term describing the first match of one Seizen to another.

    Herbalist

    In Seizen speech neither herb, nor Herbalist utilize a silent “h”.

    A Seizen matched to a Herbalist Chukrah.  The Herbalist class specializes in the identification and gathering of herbs, which they utilize in the manufacture of curative and other potions.  Herbalists, as the principle caregivers of the Seizen, are commonly called on to perform cinctures.

    Herbalists are also called Healers.

    hijath

    A versatile, loose fitting, scarf like garment made from a single piece of densely woven cloth.  Hijath are normally about two feet wide and four to six feet long but vary according to the size of the wearer.  The most common use for a hijath is to protect the head, neck, and shoulders from exposure to the elements.  They are made from a variety of materials ranging from simple linen to finest silk.  Those worn by women are generally more colorful than men’s are.

    jumenta

    Large, longhaired, domesticated beasts suited to drawing wagons or carts.  This is their primary purpose.  They are invariably in matched breeding pairs.  Jumenta hair, once harvested and woven, is extraordinarily strong.

    league

    The distance a Warrior can march in about an hour.

    mahahsee

    A wildly variable alcoholic beverage made from various combinations of herbs, ale, partly fermented grain mash, and aged spirits.  Its potency varies from mildly alcoholic to extremely intoxicating.  Mahahsee is often served mulled, or heated.

    The approximate pronunciation is “mah hah see”.

    mark

    The unique symbol used to identify every Seizen.  The word “symbol” is used interchangeably with “mark”.

    Each Seizen is tattooed down both arms with their marks of ancestry.  These are the symbols of their mother’s mothers and their father’s fathers, for twelve generations.  Seizen are granted two new marks, one feminine and one masculine, once each cycle until they reach twelve.  The number of marks a child bears determines their age.  Children are referred to collectively by the number of marks they bear, for example, “the fifth-marked” refers to any children bearing five marks on each arm.

    match

    A term used to describe two distinct and completely unrelated unions.

    Primarily: The union between a Seizen and a Chukrah.  This bond lasts until the Seizen dies, at which time the Chukrah becomes unbound.  It is correctly termed a “Chukrah match”, though this form is seldom used.

    Secondarily: The union between a man and a woman.  This is correctly termed a “Seizen match”, though the correct term is seldom used.  Matches between Seizen are made during the Convocation.

    Commonly: Any union formed between a man and a woman during the Convocation, regardless of age.

  • Deadline’s Dawn

    A note of good wishes to all the entrants in the Writer’s Voice contest – accept my apologies if I never managed to visit your blog, work got in the way.  I don’t recall reading a single bad entry, while I do recall reading some I considered outstanding and exceptional in every way.  The judges really have their work cut out for them – and my hat off to them for running this contest.  Thank you all for your efforts!

  • Cover pic2

    arcane symbols, etched within her flesh
  • Bullying

    A snippet of conversation started on Jacky Gray’s blog prompted me to post this.  Perhaps as a soul-cleansing…

    Though I was never bullied, as a youth I saw it going on all around me, and – I am now ashamed to say – I simply turned a blind eye to it.  I have long since changed and have spent a lot of effort with all of my kids, ensuring that they will never stand quietly by while others are mistreated.  I’m proud to say they have come to me on many occasions, informing about this kind of behavior (though when my youngest was the victim of bullying she never told us – strange how that works).  In my turn I’ve ensured that the school boards get to learn about it.  Sadly, that seems to be the only way to stop bullying dead in its tracks – too many teachers do nothing about it.

    That bullying can be so pervasive in our supposedly enlightened society is frightening.

    The worst thing about bullying is that kids are still taught the same old garbage they were when I went to school forty years ago – “bullies are cowards who feel bad about themselves, and take out their inadequacy on others.”  Pardon my French, but that is a load of absolute codswallop – bullies are arrogant turds who firmly believe they are better than their victims.  They feel no remorse for their actions and when their victims break down and call for help these bullies attempt to rally support for their abhorrent behavior by calling their victims “snitches” or similar.

    Bullies do not deserve the pity of their peers. Which is precisely what statements like “bullies feel bad about themselves” encourages.

    What bullies deserve is to be called to the front of the class where they should be compelled to explain precisely why they think their behavior is acceptable.  Unfortunately that is not going to happen, probably because the bullies parents won’t allow it.  This makes one wonder exactly where the arrogant belief that they are better than their victims originates, doesn’t it?

    Why do schools bother having policies about bullying, when teachers and people in positions of influence do nothing to enforce it?  It is very easy to pay lip-service with a written policy.  It is altogether much harder to change a culture that ignores injustice.

  • Back home!

    I just returned home, after a long, stress filled week away from home.

    Anyway, sitting in the garage with my two younger kids and my wife {she retires to the garage to smoke – a horrific habit, but at least she doesn’t pollute the house, that’s love for you!}  We’re all busy ragging my youngest daughter about a boy friend who is shorter than her…

    “He’s just a friend, and a boy!”

    Methinks thou dost protest too much…  I made the observation that all my girls seem attracted to males they can dominate.  As she often does, Julia immediately turned the tables on me by smiling conspiratorially at her mother, and saying “Why did you pick dad, Mom?”

    I turned toward my wife with an arched eyebrow.  After a deadpan minute, she says “Because I thought he was going to die soon.”  {Since she was my nurse, and I was indeed expected to die, there is a significant truth in her words.}

    WELL, WELL, WELL…  🙂 – it turns out I had the last laugh on her!  I somehow managed to survive – we recently celebrated our Silver Wedding anniversary.