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Monday, May 30, 2016

Don't Starve

          A year or three ago (but who's counting) a friend of mine bought me a copy of the video game Don't Starve. As with just about every game I end up loving I held off on even trying it for the longest time. When I finally did start, I was hooked. I could spend nearly a full day's waking hours playing it ang not even notice because I was so entertained.

          The point of the game, for those of you who don't play it yet, is simply to do as the title suggests; don't starve. You are dropped in a world with literally nothing but the clothes on your back in a world where everything and nearly everyone seems to have a vested interest in making sure you die.

          I don't know why its so unbelievably fun. But between the amount of work you have to do and always knowing what your next goal is thr game is just addictive.

          Last year, they started beta-ing Don't Starve Together, which is the multi-player version. My husband and I picked it up. We sorta suck at it thus far, but as before, I enjoy the heck out of playing.

          Its effect on my writing productivity is undeniable though. I get nothing done when its open and I'm playing it. That's one reason why I try not to play unless I know I have no deadlines coming up soon.

          Despite these distractions, I have finished chapter 10, which is the 25% mark, I believe. And now I must put it away and try doing more with that writing. Words are simple. Distractions are hard.

          More updates next time!

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Vitajte

I'm going to start off on a bit of a one-off comment here. Sometimes, I love looking at my blog stats. Today, I'm laughing because the most views of the week has come from Slovakia. Most likely its a bot, since the most used languages there are Slovak followed by Czech (though both use the Latin alphabet like English, so you never know...). On the off chance it isn't a bot, Vitajte to my Slovakian readers! If you aren't a bot, let me know by leaving a comment below, in whatever language you use. Google translate is a thing and I'm not above using it if it enhances communication.

Actually, looking at my stats, though most of my readers are in Canada, with the next largest country being (unsurprisingly) the United States, the next three are from Slovakia, Portugal and Germany. While I actually do know people in Germany (Hello Uncle Ragnar and Dan Wells*), I have to say that I think I've ever met anyone from Slovakia or Portugal. Part of me hopes it isn't the bots. I'd like to have a diverse readership when I start publishing. 

That does bring to mind Dan Wells, again though. He's an author (of Writing Excuses podcast fame as well as writing two of my favourite series - Partials and I am Not a Serial Killer) who found after publishing that most of his readership was in Germany, not his home country of America. Though I don't think that will happen to me, I'd be honoured if it did. I wonder how many writers look at their readership and viewers and how many of them are surprised by where they're most popular, especially indie writers who may be publishing everything online. 

The other thing I will mention, is that my productivity has suffered this week all due to Don't Starve. Every time I make the mistake of turning that game on, I lose hours to it without even noticing. Because of that and other general busyness, I only got a two and a half chapters finished. Bleh, back to editing... I'll make a deal with myself. After I finish editing this novel (and have most of my presentation figured out for August), I can play for a week straight with no regrets while I plan my next novel. 

*Note: While I'm throwing around Dan Wells name here, I don't actually know him in a "we're friends" way. Basically we've chatted on Twitter three or four times. If you haven't read his books, especially the above mentioned series, go find them. He's an awesome author. If you're in the stats, you can also look for his I am Not a Serial Killer book which is currently being made into a movie/theatre play right now. I'm linking his blog here, so you can find out all about his stuff as well.
TheDanWells

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Mindscape

      Welcome to Wednesday! This week has been killer for me. I haven't had time for much of anything; writing or editing. I'm really looking for my weekend to make some extra time up. To account for that, I've decided to share a little short story with you guys.

      A few years ago, I was in a group where we wrote short stories on a subject and then shared them with the group. Here is a fun science-fiction one I wrote. Please, let me know what you think of it, and I'll have something with a bit more substance behind it come Sunday.

Mindspace
      Alice took a deep breath and looked to the machine as nurse Talia taped the thin disks to her forehead. The device itself was nothing but buttons and wires, with a slim unassuming white plastic case around it. It looked like the newest gaming console, with its soft lines and rounded edges but the thick needle tubes still sitting in their base destroyed the illusion. The rest of the room was white, sterile and lonely. No music played and nurse Talia worked in complete silence. The only sound was Alice’s breath and her beating heart.
     "Honey, stop that.” Nurse Talia chided in a thick South American accent. It made her drawl sound patronizing. “You’re going to start hyperventilating if you keep on like that.”
      Alice took a deep breath. “Sorry about that. I guess I’m just nervous.”
      "Ah Honey, you don’t have to be. It’s just a little trip to Mindspace. You’ll only be gone for a few minutes… hardly long enough for even a peek. You just watch, you’ll be like all the others. Crying out like a babe when I wake you up begging to stay in for just five more minutes.”
      Alice nodded. That was what she was hoping for. To be accepted as a colonist, you needed to be able to handle spending time in your own mind. Space travel meant cryogenics, and cryogenics meant Mindspace.
     “It is safe, isn’t it?”
     “Honey,” Nurse Talia sounded tired. She probably was. The package Alice had received about colonization answered all of these questions. “I’m only freezing you to minus one hundred and fifty degrees Celsius. Why you’ll only be in Mindspace for five minutes. That’s just long enough for you to get a feel of the place so that you can tell the administrators about it. You’ve passed all the other tests, being healthy, fertile, and un-poisoned. You wouldn’t be in my cryo-room if you weren’t qualified.”
      Alice nodded with a sigh. “I know. I had to check.” She smiled weakly. “It’s just such a new technology.”
      The nurse put her hand on Alice’s arm. “Honey, it’s been five years. This is the second colony ship.”
      Alice nodded. It was actually the third, but by courtesy nobody mentioned the E.S.S. Birth. The Birth had disappeared before it had reached its destination. The Earth Confederated Republic had never found the wreckage which left its fate to be argued by conspiracy theorists and people with too much time on their hands. The current favourite was that Cordians – aliens with tentacles for legs and thick voices that reverberated when they spoke – had taken it. In fact, the rumor went that they hadn’t just stolen the technology but were also using the bodies of the colonists to bring the CNTX-31 to Earth.
      Alice almost rolled her eyes. Every fifth grader knew that it was chemical reaction between expended naphtha and solar flare radiation that was mutating the Sonic Hedgehog protein and causing Earth’s infertility crisis.
      Alice winced as she felt a prick and saw nurse Talia sliding a thick tube into her forearm. Alice grabbed the seat chair, digging in with her fingernails as the tube slide into brachial artery. It was the widest vein in the arm, but it was also the closest to the base nerve clusters. She ground her teeth and swore as the nurse pushed it in the last centimeter. Her arm felt cold and then she felt the back of the tube open, allowing blood to flow through.
      Nurse Talia apologized as she moved to Alice’s leg with the next thick needle. “Sorry about that Honey, it always hurts but you seemed to be so lost in thought that I figured you wouldn’t notice.”
      Alice gritted her teeth while the other three intravenous injectors were placed in her. Then the nurse walked back over to the machine and tapped a button on it. It whirred to life, a quiet buzz in the otherwise silent room.
      “Time to sleep, Honey. I’ll see you in five minutes.”
      Alice watched as the blue fluid that would effectively flash freeze her ran towards her body. The blue fluid entered her and she felt sick, waiting for it to take effect.
      She cut off a scream as the fluid super-cooled her arms and legs, numbing them so expertly that she almost didn’t register the pain as she lost the use of her limbs. She took deep breaths, feeling the cold icy feeling work its way towards her chest. She shivered, moaning but nurse Talia shushed her.
    “Quiet Honey. It’s nearly over now.”
      Alice opened her eyes wide as the fluid entered her heart. Her shriek was cut off as her heart stopped, freezing it like it was nothing more than a steak in someone’s freezer. She collapsed, dimly aware of the numbing sensation working its way towards her brain.

      Alice felt grit on her face and blinked, trying to clear her sight. Everything was fuzzy and it took her a moment to remember why. She’d been applying for colonist privileges. Only colonists could leave the planet, escaping the pollution and radiation. It may have been dangerous to go but it was deadly to stay.
      If all had gone right, she was in Mindspace now.
      Mindspace was a name for the psychic area that your mind inhabited. The reason early cryogenics hadn’t worked was because the mind couldn’t be turned off. It had to remain active and alive, while the body stayed frozen. If the mind died, the body followed suit.
     The blue gel, known as cyroprotech, froze the body but kept the brain oxygenated and firing neutrons like the blood did. A doctor that had fallen into a coma had supposedly discovered the mental space that had made cryogenics work.
      According to the brochures included in her colonist application, Mindspace usually appeared as a favourite room, without any doors and windows. The rooms were supposed to be well lit, comfy and clean. Everything the person had learned in their lifetime could be accessed in Mindspace, as soon as you figured out the way your mind stored the information.
      The pictures the company had shown her had been large rooms, brightly lit, with yellow or off-white painted walls with brightly coloured blue and green couches or chairs. In the center of the room had been an elegant glass table. Against one wall had been a bookshelf with a TV conveniently placed in the middle shelf. Sitting almost forgotten in a corner was a computer. Pictures on the walls had shown an ocean and forest with dolphins in the first and deer and bunnies in the second.
They'd looked open, roomy and inviting; Her room looked nothing like that.
      The walls were grim and grey with paint peeling off in large chunks. The ground was littered with debris, as if the roof had fallen in at some point and no one had ever tried to clean it up. A basketball lay on the ground, in front of a huge picture window. The window was letting a weak facsimile of natural light in, tinged a dark grey that suggested gloomy clouds overhead. The window itself was open, letting in a light breeze that couldn't quite conceal the faint scent of rot. Somebody's washing line had been strung into the room, though, even through the window she couldn't see the opposite wall those lines attached to.
      Standing, she tried to wipe the grime off her. It stuck to her in grey/white clumps with the consistency of half dried mud and plaster dust. When she looked up to the roof, she realized that it was more of the rolling grey, like the kind the window showed outside. It looked almost like a low hanging cloud was obscuring the ceiling from her.
        The room felt oppressive, like she was unwelcome. Books lay in tatters on the floor, their knowledge caked by so much dirt that she doubted they could be cleaned and set to right.
      She shivered wishing there was a way out of the room that didn't involve moving closer to the open window. She looked around but the only other way out seemed to be the roof. At least if those were clouds and not just some sort of fog. She reached up hesitantly, but though the clouds looked low, they were high enough that her hand couldn’t reach them. Her hand felt cooler the closer she came to the dark roiling mass and she shivered again.
      She needed to get out of here. She walked closer to the window, looking at the rickety chair  propped up against the wall. She flicked it with a finger. It wobbled for a moment but didn't collapse into a broken heap like she'd half expected that it would.
      The breeze was stronger at the window and Alice realized that the moist scent of decay was even stronger outside. The fog looked closer here and she reached her hand out hesitantly towards it. The temperature fell as she got closer but her hand still couldn't quite reach.
It was irrational, but she had the sudden need to touch it. She leaned onto the windowsill, stretching out as far as she could. She almost lost her balance but finally her fingers touched the fluffy cloud.          For an instant, nothing happened and she felt disappointed. It should have done something, rather than just feeling…
      Suddenly, her arm felt like it was burning and Alice sucked in panicked breath. Thin ice traced its way up her arm and Alice quivered in pain, chocking off her scream as she leapt backwards into the room.
       Her hand felt like it was frozen solid and she couldn’t move it at all. It was like her limb had been turned to stone. She clutched it to her chest, forcing her mind to think past the burning cold while she tried to force her fingers to obey her. It felt like an eternity but finally, she was able to flex the cold digits. The ice around them had been thickening but with her movement it shattered, falling to the ground, where it melted to mix with the mud.
       She continued to flex her fingers, noticing that her skin had turned blue in the short amount of time the ice had covered her. As warmth started returning her skin started changing to its natural colour. When the burning was replaced by a strangely abused bruised feeling, she risked glancing up.
Her mouth dropped. The fog outside the window was clearing at an alarming rate, revealing the husk of  a dead civilization. Empty buildings rose into the sky almost out of her view. Though she could see other windows in the buildings most of them looked like they were boarded over. In the one or two open ones she could see the light of dim fires and the occasional shadow that suggested people like herself. She leaned out, waving her arms and crying for help but none of them even seemed to see her.
She turned and sat against the windowsill, still flexing her fingers absent-mindedly, with an almost twitchy motion. She wondered if the other people had been like her, trapped inside and unable to see past the omnipresent fog.
      “So you’ve managed to wake up?” an easygoing voice said. “I hadn’t expected that.”
      Alice jumped in surprise and turned to see a small black cat sitting on her windowsill. The little beast smirked at her. She had the urge to poke the cat and ask it who had spoken, but this was Mindscape. It obviously wasn’t like her world. Maybe Mindscape was like a dream and weird things happened in dreams all the time.  
     “Woke up?” she answered calmly. She rubbed her fingers together, trying to alleviate a strange pins and needles sensation in the tips.
     “Yes.” The cat told her seriously. It started cleaning a perfect black paw. “Most humans can’t see beyond the bounds of their mind, but you can.”
     “I’m not a Talent.” She told the cat. Talents were rare and feared. How could a simple trip into Mindspace turn her into one?
     “You weren’t.” he corrected. “You were a latent Talent. With one trip in here, you managed to overcome that limitation. Think of what you could be with enough practice.”
       None of the thoughts that passed through her mind were good ones. They didn’t need to be. She’d wondered all her life what having that power was like.
       “How?” she asked bluntly.
       “Do what you were going to do anyway. Take the colony ship… Imagine, if you can get this far in under five minutes, imagine what we can do over the fifteen years you’ll be in stasis.”
       She caught her breath and then nodded once. The possibilities would be endless.
       Suddenly she felt a tug and the cat nodded knowingly.
      “We’ll meet again.” he told her. 
      Before she could do anything more, she was yanked out of her Mindscape.

      Her eyes opened in a startled yelp as warmth flooded her body. She strained against the restraints as she felt each individual nerve chime as it came back to life. She collapsed against the back of the chair, shivering as the new chemicals detoxified the cryoprotech out of her system and filled her with a sensation that was surprisingly close to how it felt to drink hot chocolate on a cold day.
     There was a heavy weight on her chest and she pushed at it ineffectually, trying to catch her breath. After a moment, she could understand nurse Talia’s words. “Wake up, Honey. Stop resisting. It’s time to come up.”
     “I’m awake.” Alice croaked, her voice quivering as much as the rest of her. 
     The nurse leaned off and looked into her eyes. She shook but only because Alice herself was. Alice took a moment and took control of her body, forcing herself to ignore the pins and needles feeling covering her.
      Finally she stopped and the nurse let go, looking at her apologetically.
     “Sorry, Honey. You were having a bit more trouble than most waking up.”
      In her mind, Alice heard the nurses thoughts reverberating. Get a hold of yourself, girl. I want to go for my break already. I hope she’s not a junkie. That would mess up the rest of the days schedule.
     Alice nodded at her. Her teeth were still chattering, but she could still speak. “S-sorry. Having t-trouble waking up wouldn’t d-disqualify me, would it?”
N     urse Talia shook her head, relieved. “Of course not, Honey. It just means that they’ll have to take a few precautions if you’re accepted. Make you’re not the first one woken up.”
      “That’s good.” Alice said truthfully. The longer she had to ‘sleep’ in Mindscape, the better.
     She sat up gingerly and rubbed her fingers together while the nurse unhooked her from the machine. She had a lot to do after she lied her way through this test. In particular, she was going to need to find out all that she could about hiding Talent.



Monday, May 16, 2016

That Was Unexpected

          Well, my last post certainly got some notice. Over four times the amount of people visited than usually visit for my posts. It was a big bit of news and a post that was from the heart, but I'm still a bit flabbergasted by the attention. Thank you everyone that visited, shared my blog or let your friends know.

          Unfortunately, away from that brief little bit of fame, life continues as normal, editing away on the book. This chapter I'm working on now has required quite a bit of work and my weekend was full of plans, putting me a bit behind on my editing. Fortunately, next week is a four day weekend that is mostly empty, which should allow me to get caught back up!

          This latest chapter has been difficult because the original problem was being solved too easily. In this edit, I have expanded and honed the conflict, which means that much of the original sisterly argument I'm working with was Milquetoast in comparison. It should be amazing when it's done though.

          I'm going to leave now so that I can work on it more before I head to sleep. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish Chapter 10 this week, which would put me a quarter of the way through my edits. Keep your fingers crossed!

          As a bit of a thank you, I think I'll post a bit of story for my Wednesday post... the only question is do I want to post a chapter of this book or the short story I've been working on lately? Let me know what you'd prefer in a comment or just come back Wednesday to see what I chose!

Friday, May 13, 2016

May I Present...

          Today it hit me. I am a writer and I have been one for years. But later this year, I will be a published writer. I will be able to officially say that I am an author when I introduce myself.

          It seems like it should be the smallest change in the world. Nothing more than a word, really, so how can that change anything? But lately, I've been doing things that have nothing to do with writing and everything to do with owning a small business. I'm reading up on self-publishing, looking into covers, making business cards, looking up how ISBN's work... I'm even going to be giving a presentation at When Words Collide this year.

          In real world terms, I can say that a month or two ago, I designed a symbol for my publishing company (you can see it below). I came up with a name. A few weeks ago, I ordered business cards and then looked more into registering a trade name. Today, I got that name registered. I was elated. 

          Coincidently, when I finished work I received an email. It was from When Words Collide. Originally, ARWA sent my presentation idea in, so I haven't a clue what was sent in and what wasn't. In this case, WWC was asking for my presenter information.

          All of sudden, looking over the information they were asking for, it was real, in ways that it hadn't been before. I was going to finish editing my novel, prepare a presentation, publish my novel and give a presentation as an author later this year.

          This is a silly thing. It's something that I've known for years, something that I've wanted to do for years. I don't know why it feels more real, it shouldn't. Yet, it does. It's going to be a few days before it really sinks in.

          At any rate, now that it is legal and registered, I can finally tell all of you...



          May I present, for the first time, Brandy Ackerley, soon-to-be-Author, publishing under the company, Inked Fox Press?

Sunday, May 8, 2016

If I can't adult, maybe I can cat?

          Well, that was a reasonably depressing week.

          All last week and half of this my husband had a miserable flu. I was counting myself lucky at not catching it till Monday, even then I didn't have a fever, I wasn't throwing up, my stomach was fine... I had a cough and a stuffed up nose. Annoying, but nothing to lose work over. Tuesday, the cough worsened, but I still counted myself good. I'd avoided a killer flu, after all. In the meantime, I'd managed to edit my way through a chapter and a half. I was killing it. This was going to be fine.

          Tuesday evening, I started to suspect something might be off and by Wednesday mid-morning, I was glad I had the day off. Calgary was in a literal heat wave and I had a fever. Yeah... I was no longer congratulating myself on avoiding the flu. I had that fever until Friday morning and still feel weak as a kitten now on Sunday. Still, I was able to do a small amount of house-cleaning yesterday and I even managed a trip to Safeway for some groceries and then Subway for dinner.

          What I'm getting at here is that I'm clearly getting better... just not particularly fast. My cough is still here, and its entered that stage where I'm certain that parts of my lungs are going to come up and my throat has been ripped to shreds... talking is pretty tough for me right now. I have to get some house-cleaning done as well. We have company coming over today and while my kitchen doesn't quite need to be cleansed with fire yet, I'd rather get to it before we reach that point.

          So yeah... this week I managed to complete the first pass of a chapter and a half. I'm keeping my motivation steady by assuring it that as soon as I am not kitten-with-eyes-still-shut weak that we will rock that shit. In the meantime, if I can't adult, maybe I can cat... Meow?


Sunday, May 1, 2016

Maybe Hemingway Didn't Like Long Sentences

          Just a quick update this weekend. I have been busy all weekend and have finished editing my first five chapters, Most of it required almost a complete rewrite and certainly a lot of editing. One thing that's been helping me is a new online program called Hemingway App.

          Its an online editing app that you can plug your writing into and it will tell you about your work. It is against long sentences (perhaps because Hemmingway was?), but it also tells you when you have passive writing and catches all your adverbs. I don't make all the changes it suggests, but its nice, almost like having an extra set of eyes.

          My work is about 8,000 words done 5 chapters in and 22 pages long (after including page breaks). According to the app, it would take about 32 minutes to read it so far.

          I'm hoping that I'll be able to keep to five chapters a week. If I can, I'll have this ready to send out to a professional editor by the beginning of June. Lets hope I can. I really want to get this novel out for all of you!