Monday, December 31, 2012
We shared Christmas itself with my parents, my younger brother, and my older brother & his family. I made some eggnog bread -- some of my cooking that didn't burn, yay! -- and the mister made some wonderful sweet potato casserole. The Christmas Dinner table groaned with good food made by my mother and other family members. We have so many now that we cannot fit around the kitchen table all at once, so we spilled over into the living room. We had some great laughs with dear people. It was a grand reunion all around.
The Fur Babies were joyous at our return. They are making up for lost Lap Time to be sure. I wasn't aware that I had a two-cat lap, but Ergo (the Magnificent) and Cassie have decided that they can both fit in my lap at once. Last night, they were warming the mister's lap whilst he played round after round of the LEGO Lord of the Rings game. He told me how he thought that LEGO Samwise was the Swiss Army knife of Hobbits; that fellow can do just about anything. That's fine with me; I always thought that Sam was the hero of LOTR anyway. The cats don't care as long as they get Lap Time. So peace reigns at Twin Cedars once more.
Writing continues! My husband is within days of releasing his first novel, "Legacy of Dragons: Emergence". The cover art is nearly done, and I must say it is stunning. I am heads-down on my third chapter (still) of Twenty Million Leagues Over the Sea, but it is getting close to completion. It was a very long hard chapter to write, as it includes descriptions of parts of the ship that I just didn't have very clear in my head for a long time. I finally came to a good (or at least workable) design for this scene. That made it easier to write. I find that a section is difficult to write either because I don't have a clear idea of the scene in mind OR I'm simply going in a direction that the story doesn't want to go. Sometimes it takes a while to figure out which is the current problem. I finally found out that it was the former. Once I mapped everything out on real paper, I had a way to move forward. Sometimes I have to use a pencil instead of a keyboard to make that kind of progress!
I am still hoping to publish my novel in Spring 2013. Now that the Holidaze Season has passed us, I hope to focus more on the work of actual writing. We'll see how the rest of the Winter goes. I will post updates here as time moves along.
Happy New Year, everyone. Stay safe and Be well.
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
I did have the honor of making a prop for the shoot, and I hope it turns out well in the finished product. Polymer clay and Swarovski crystals. That's all I'm sayin'.
Special thanks and shout-out to Jessica Moss (model), Grace Moss of Bodhi Tree Photography (photographer), Lynn Cole of Lynn Cole Body Art (body painter), and Rio Sirah (body painter). You can find Bodhi Tree and Lynn Cole Body Art pages on FaceBook if you are interested. I believe Rio is there as well. If you have an Atlanta area event that just screams for face or body paint, please give them a look-see. They are very professional and LOADS of fun to work with.
Also, they can be found by following these links:
Grace the Photographer
Lynn the Painter
Rio the Painter
I think I have a Creativity Hangover! Still recovering from the outpouring of generosity and beauty of that day.
A word about body painting ... this is more than just a touch of make-up. This is a body treatment, and it is a beautiful form of art. I experienced a taste of it a few years ago at DragonCon, when I cosplayed Black Lantern Terra. Lynn Cole and Rio painted a group of us as the zombie-ish Black Lanterns from DC Comics, and the results were deliciously terrifying. I have seen photos of their work, from simple face paint to a full-body job. It is a beautiful art treating the human body as a canvas, and it can bring out the beauty in all of us.
My husband (nom de plume T. D. Raufson) has a web site with more information on his urban fantasy novel, due out by the end of the year: T. D. Raufson Blog
The creation of my own novel continues to roll, but Twenty Million Leagues Over the Sea has a long way to go before it sees the cover treatment. Can't wait, though, if it's this much fun.
Have a great week and a beautiful Christmas / Solstice / Kwanzaa / Hanukkah! If you are feeling down due to holiday stress, take 2 cats and call me in the morning.
Monday, November 26, 2012
I've had something on my mind lately. I wanted to see if anyone else in the writing community is experiencing this particular issue.
Back in my salad days (in the Golden Age of the 80's), I was able to read for hours at a stretch. I could read anywhere and tune out the world for as long as I wanted, spending time with Laura Ingalls and Bilbo Baggins and exploring far-off worlds that enjoyed a long life in the boundaries of my imagination.
I can't do that anymore. After a few paragraphs (if I get that far), my eyes and my brain start wandering off the book's track.
I'm not sure why. Is it that now I'm a dreadful adult and have more responsibilities tugging away at me? Do people feel more comfortable interrupting someone who is "just reading" now? Is it my attention graying along with my hair? Is it that I've run out of good books to suck me into those worlds? Or have I simply lost the ability to focus and sit still for that long?
If I lost it, where did it go? How did I lose it? I remember tearing through Kevin J. Anderson's "Saga of Seven Suns" not too many years ago. But now I have problems even finishing a much shorter Y.A. novel. My husband and I devoured the Harry Potter series as we read them aloud to each other. Now I can't seem to finish the side of a cereal box. What happened?
It bothers me deeply that I am having trouble doing something that i used to love, that used to be such a central part of my life. I was a bookworm! I still have many of those books lounging around the house. I say lounging, as I haven't touched them in many moons. It also bothers me that this lack of focus is affecting my ability to write as well. I find that I can only sit in front of the keyboard for a few minutes at a time. I can only blame so much of the distraction on my Furry Companions. Even if they aren't dancing on my keyboard because it's Kitty Nap Time, I can't seem to focus on my story for more than a few minutes before I have to be moving again. I've gotten this far by doing what I call "drive-by typing": typing for a few minutes, rushing to another part of the house to do something else, thinking of something, then typing only long enough to get those words saved on my flash drive.
Does anyone else have this problem? Has anyone seen my Attention Span? I think I dropped it somewhere and replaced it with the span of a gerbil somehow. If you happen to see it wandering by, please drop me a note.
Monday, November 05, 2012
Free College-Level Classes
Some friends introduced me to a new web site this week: Coursera. This site is part of the new college trend of offering a selection of courses for free to the public. This site offers a wide variety of classes from various big-name universities. It's a little different from some sites where you just pick a video and watch it (though those are still very cool). These are actual classes with a start date, a finish date, some course work, and a letter of completion from the professor. It's more like an actual class. It does not grant actual credit toward a degree, but it can be a good way to introduce yourself to a new topic for personal learning. I have signed up for an Astronomy course that begins later this month and an Astrobiology course that starts in late January. I am very excited about them, and I think the work will help me in my quest to write solid science fiction.
Some of the course offerings are quite exciting and off the beaten path:
- Bioelectricity: A Quantitative Approach
- Writing in the Sciences (I may consider this one in the future as the current one is in progress now)
- Computational Neuroscience
- Control of Mobile Robots
Some of these classes are for the beginner; others are aimed at people with specific backgrounds. The class descriptions describe the intended audience. Looking at the course list, I kept thinking, "Ooooh! Story fodder. Like it. Cool. Story fodder. Story fodder! Story fodder!!!!" and "Where was this when I was in college!" But, you know, it's never too late to learn. I'm 42 years old, and my brain is still hungry.
Astronomical Events This Month
Speaking of astronomy ... we do have a few interesting Astronomical Events coming up this month - a couple of eclipses and the Leonids Meteor shower are on the menu for our skies in November.
November 13 - Total Solar Eclipse. Oh goody! Eclipse! Oh no, it's only visible from the South Pacific area. Never fear, in the Age of the Internet, everything is broadcast! The SLOOH Space Camera will broadcast the eclipse on November 13 starting at 2:30 PM Eastern. I intend to log in and have a gander. If you do live in the area where it will be visible, please take the normal eclipse viewing precautions with filters and glasses.
November 17 - 18 - Leonids Meteor shower peaks after Midnight; bundle up and makes some hot cocoa. I'm going to drag out my favorite viewing chair and a warm blankie.
You can see more events for the rest of the year on the astronomical events calendar at the Seasky web site .
Indie Author Newsflash
When I'm writing, I don't get a lot of time for my first love -- reading. However, I did take advantage of the recent free downloads from Amazon to pick up a few books from fellow indie authors. At the moment, I'm reading the YA novel "Cassidy Jones and the Secret Forumla" by Elise Stokes on my tablet Kindle app. I am enjoying it a great deal. I've been a comic book/superhero fan since the 80s (Titans Forever!!!), so I always enjoy a good teenage superhero tale. I'm still reading it, but I have really enjoyed it so far. Cassidy is a fun young lady. I look forward to reading more about her; I just wish she'd been around when I was 13 to read! :)
Ok, back to the keyboard for more writing! (*whipcrack*)
Friday, October 19, 2012
This year's theme is "What I Write". So, what do I write? Just about anything. I'm not picky. I do like some genres more than others, though. For example, I'm not really into chick flicks or chick lit. I'll watch or read it if someone has something that they highly recommend or if I'm on a Girls' Night Out, but I don't pursue it. I like my romance punctuated by Killer Robots. I mean, The Terminator is one of the most romantic movies ever made. Dude came back through time just to be with her! It's just like Somewhere in Time but with more explosions. Don't get me wrong, I loved Somewhere in Time. Christopher Reeve going back to the '20s to be with Jane Seymour did make me swoon a bit. And there was time travel involved. You can't beat that with a boomstick.
But I digress, don't I? My writing career is in the nest, still, trying to figure out how to fly. My first novel involves my first love, military (or in my case semi-military) science fiction. From Starship Troopers to Old Man's War to Midshipman's Hope, I can't get enough Space Marines. I don't know why. I also like military movies that take place on terra firma, especially submarine movies (Hunt for Red October, Crimson Tide, Gray Lady Down, you name it). These movies and the many comic books that I have read (and still read) over the years have fueled my imagination. My parents bought us many books over the years and always encouraged us to use our brains and to be creative, and I am thankful every day for that. All of that reading and watching has been a heavy influence on me -- with a lot of Monty Python and BritComs mixed in for good measure.
I have written Teen Titans fanfiction on ff.net since 2005. That was my first real exposure to showing my work to the world. The fanfiction community is a lot of fun, and I have made a lot of friends in that particular corner of the internet. I have one last story in the major arc that needs to be finished, and hopefully I will be able to finish it before my nieces are grandmothers! I love superheroes and writing about them, and who knows, perhaps there will be some spandex-wrapped characters in my professional future as well. Ya never know what's around the corner.
However, I don't want to be limited to JUST science fiction or superheroes. I think I have other stories bursting to jump out of my head and run around the room screaming. Some are more fantasy and some are more slice-of-life. I jot down the ideas as they seep into my skull from ether. They incubate for a while. Maybe a long, long, while, and perhaps some day, they will see the light of day. The genre itself is less important than the fact that I'm getting to use my noggin and that I'm letting other people into my own mental playground for a while. Now, letting others into your head is a tricky thing. It's a variety of intimacy that leave you vulnerable to the wilds of criticism. But it's something you must withstand if you are going to tell your story to the Universe.
I went round and round trying to think of something to post for today as part of the celebration. I have settled upon releasing a portion of the first chapter of my novel-in-progress, Twenty Million Leagues Over the Sea. It is a sequel to the The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells. I call it my "steampunk space romance". It attempts to answer the question of "What did they do with all that alien technology lying about after the Martians died?" And yes, there is a connection to Verne as well, so the naming of the novel is not as off-base as it seems at first. Just be patient.
I have finished the first draft of the first two chapters. Currently, I am hard at work on the third chapter, and I have many notes on the rest of it. My hope is to publish it as an e-book for the Kindle, the Nook, and anyone else that will take it in Spring 2013.
Here is the snippet. Enjoy the sneak peek!
Twenty Million Leagues Over the Sea
Chapter 1 Excerpt
"Have no fear, Miss Llewellyn," the captain said. "I've done this before."
He touched a crooked finger to the corner of his sharp green eyes, as if to tip an imaginary hat. He lowered it quickly to allow the white-coated technician to continue strapping him into the seat next to her. Gemma Llewellyn had schooled her posture as much as she could to conceal her nervousness, but there was so much of it that she supposed it was still leaking out and making her face as pale as the technician's suit. That was fine. After all, a total lack of fear would draw too much attention. She hoped she seemed just nervous enough without tipping over into real hysteria.
"In fact," he continued, "most of the crew members have experienced at least a half a dozen launches via the rail-gun system by this point." She thought he sounded somewhat British, like her, but not quite. There was something broader and flatter about the way he pronounced certain words. Was he Australian, perhaps? "We've launched continuously for several years without a major incident--"
"Bloody hell, I suppose the crash into Mauna Kea last summer was only a minor incident, then," said a voice in the row behind them. Most definitely a Brit, that one. "I suppose one must be at least a midshipman before having one's grey matter smeared across a mountainside is considered a major incident, eh?"
"There is a lady present, Doctor Pugh!" The captain tried to turn in his padded seat, but he was too well strapped in to do much more than wriggle. His tall, lean frame was well ensconced in the padded chair. Gemma thought he looked quite young to be a captain; he appeared to be not much older than her own four-and-twenty years. With his angular cheekbones, short chestnut hair, and thin mustache, he could have blended right in with any group of young university men.
"Lady, my arse, Christophe," the voice replied with a snort. "You haven't seen any of them since you left Wellington. A 'New Woman', perhaps. A lady would be home tending to her knitting, not strutting about in a bifurcated pressure suit. Sophie the Steamfitter, indeed!" He snorted and fell silent.
Gemma looked down as her own attendant snugged up her straps and pretended to focus on that young lady's tightly snooded hair. Gemma supposed that she was a sister "New Woman". Mrs. Brightman had instructed her that it was usually best to allow men their quibbling and not bother to argue against such statements, as it was a waste of one's breath. The suit was a bit odd, yes, but she supposed it would be just as awkward on anyone that had not already spent a great deal of time in orbit. She wondered what the Rational Dress Society would make of it.
"They ort to save that rot for the bloody tentacle-heads," her attendant whispered as she pulled back and gave Gemma a sympathetic look. "The rails should be close to full power now, Miss. They just loaded your trunk in the boot, too, so that ort to make this easier. Been up to the station twice meself. It's not so bad. Don't worry, love. You'll be on your way shortly." She gestured for Gemma to lean forward while another worker maneuvered the copper-clad helmet over her head. Gemma nodded at the young lady. It wasn't the rail-gun that worried her.
"Kindly restrict your remarks to the weather, Pugh," the man next to her said. His voice took on a muffled quality as his own helmet was locked into place. "And that's Captain Moreau to you."
The attendant disappeared into the haze behind the helmet's faceplate. The girl's exasperated expression was on the last face she would see on Earth until their return...in over two years. Gemma had thought that they would be surrounded by reporters shouting questions, especially since this was the last rail-gun launch to the ship before their departure; but it was just the three of them and a few technicians. She had thought that they would have taken a daguerreotype of them at least before they climbed into the capsule. Strange to have so little attention paid to an event that the entire world had anticipated for over two decades. It wasn't the mission's visibility that worried her, either.
As preparations continued around her, Gemma thought about Dr. Pugh. Since she had been a (quite literally) last-minute addition to this venture, she had only met Captain Moreau and a handful of other members of the crew so far. She had spent the last few days just getting to the launch site in the middle of the Pacific Ocean; it had been a very long journey by airship and steamer from Britain. Then it had been two days of very intense orientation on the Launch Loop and the ship itself. This would not have been possible before the Invasion, Mrs. Brightman had told her, as they had based the ship's design on information found in the Martian cylinders. They had adapted the design to accommodate humans, of course. Since she had been but an infant when the Martians landed in 1901, she had known no other world except the one in which travel beyond the boundaries of Earth was a human possibility. Soon space travel would be a human reality. It would be a reality that included Gemma Llewellyn. For her, right now, that was the most important thing. In all that bustle, there had been no time to introduce her to a team that was already in orbit. There would be plenty of time for that once they were en route.
Except for the three of them, the crew and the scientific cohort were already on board the ship. Since the Military Industrial Alliance had built it in orbit – it would not fly within an atmosphere – very few people had seen more of the ship than drawings and schematics. The newspapers were rife with headlines that proclaimed the imminent and permanent defeat of the Invaders from Mars by the M.I.A.
Dr. Pugh, whose voice she had not heard until now, was the lead scientist for the expedition. She had only seen one daguerreotype of him, standing next to his mentor, the celebrated naturalist Professor Arronax, when he was much younger. She had no idea what he looked like now, and it would be several hours before she could look him in the face.
So, here was her superior, and he was insulting her even before their formal introduction. Mrs. Brightman would not approve. Behind the veil of the helmet, Gemma allowed her face to melt from the ladylike mask that it normally wore into a scowl. In about five hours, she would have to speak to him, ready or not.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Speaking of arguments, I had one with my tablet last night. Rather, I had it with the Kindle app for said tablet. I was trying very hard to load the Kindle app so I could download some ebooks (and hopefully provide reviews for them later). I went round and round with it, having never used my tablet this way. I got so frustrated that it wasn't funny. If you try to load the Android Kindle app to a non-Kindle device (like a tablet), and you have issues, make sure you have done this things (assuming you have already registered the app with Amazon):
- turned on the 1-click option. Open the "Your Account" drop down menu and Select the "Your Account" option. Look for the "Settings" list (third grouping) and from there select "1-Click Settings". On the new page, look on the right side of the screen at the small box that indicates the 1-click status. Make sure it says ON for you. If not, click the button below it to turn it on. Kindle purchases can only be done via 1-click, so it needs to be turned on for that kind of download. Mine was not turned on by default when I created the account.
- set up a street address for the 1-click option. This is also done on the "1-Click Settings" page mentioned above. Use the "Enter a new address button" and follow the directions.
- set up a payment method Under "Your Account" / "Payment Methods". My first download was a "free" ebook, but it still seemed to want a payment method in the setup before it would let me proceed
- Be patient. If everything seems to be set up correctly & it still won't work, just walk away for a couple of hours. It may take a while for the registration information to show up on the web site. My main issue was that the Kindle store kept telling me that I didn't have a registered device, even though I had used that registered device & app to get to the store! They were not showing up in the 1-click download list on the purchase page for the book I wanted. After I did the above and waited an hour, my devices showed up. You may just have to log off and go get a cup of coffee and watch some Babylon 5 for a while, then check again.
This is not an exhaustive troubleshooting list by any means, but I thought I would share these solutions in case someone has similar issues.
In other news: The National Day On Writing is on October 20th; but since that is a Saturday, Twitter will be celebrating it on Friday the 19th. For my friends who are authors and/or teachers, this might be a fun event.
I hope to post a writing sample here on Friday. I'm not sure what I'll do yet. Maybe a writing exercise, or maybe a snippet from my novel-in-progress. We'll see what turns up.
We had a lovely bit of fog here at Twin Cedars this morning. I used it for a quick writing exercise to get my gears rolling, as I got up far earlier than I usually do. "Fog" is a great topic for writing exercises, as you can summon almost anything out of the mists. It is a rather target-rich environment; it seems so empty and yet teeming with the unknown at the same time. Brrrrrrrrrr. Maybe I should add "paranormal romance" to my genre list!
See this website for additional details:
Remember, NaNoWriMo is just around the corner!
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Yesterday, the Feline Overlords decided that Catterday would be a day early. I was at the bathroom sink, bent over to look into a mirror, minding my own business, when Cassie jumped up on the counter and sauntered over to me. She jumped onto my back and sat there. I was bent over at close to a 90 degree angle, so I was a fairly stable surface at the time. Knowing how she locks on to unstable surfaces, I remained as I was until I finished examining my eyebrows. In the meantime, she proceeded up my back and perched on my head. I now had a cat hat. Remembering the Clawing Propensity, I had to proceed carefully. Remaining bent over, I shuffled back into the bedroom, cat on head. I slid onto the bed onto my belly and finally straightened out, never raising my head in the process. The hat decided that this was a pleasant turn of events and walked to the small of my back and curled up for a nap. Score One for the kitties. I know when I'm defeated.
Monday, October 08, 2012
Over the weekend, I added two new bits of software to my writing aresenal:
- New calendar software! I have used a paper planner for some time, but in the past couple of months, I just wasn't keeping up with it. My husband discovered the Pimlical planner for both Windows and Android a little while ago, and he really liked it. I decided to follow suit. I installed it this weekend, and it seems to be working well so far. It's really nice to be able to put in the dates for the next DragonCon without working through a pile of pages in a box! We'll see over time if it works well with my mad methods!
As a fun aside, the proceeds from this calendar are donated to wildlife preservation. The developer named it "The Planner of the Apes". Love it!
- Natural Reader Software - This is a screen-reading program that my husband is using to edit his own novel. This program will read text on a screen out loud. It comes with some basic voices, but you can purchase additional ones. It is amazing to hear the text out loud. So far, I have caught several errors that I missed during several rounds of silent reading. It was also fun to hear the story out loud and pick out what is really good about my story and not just the errors. It is a good text-to-speech system for a limited budget. It took a little while to install, and it can be a little tricky to use at times, but so far it has been a great tool.
A free demo version is available if you want to try it out. It works with almost any text document, from Word to Excel to pdfs.
Chapter one of "Twenty Million Leagues Over the Sea" is in good shape. I am really hammering away at chapter two now. I made some good progress yesterday. One interesting thing about writing (among many) -- you write when the iron is hot, which is often outside normal working hours. Sometimes, way outside.
Monday, October 01, 2012
I'm a bit of a lone wolf anyway, so time alone is necessary. I do spend a lot of time with my characters during the day, but I do find that some interaction with flesh and blood is helpful in keeping one's sanity in check. At least, the brand of sanity I have at any rate. I try to preserve one day a week as "Errand Day" to get out of the house, go the post office, forage for food, and visit the yarn at Joann's. Last weekend I went even further. I attended the Jewelry Television "Jewel School" at their headquarters in Knoxville, TN.
I think it was the best twenty-five bucks I've ever spent. That was the registration fee, and I got it back in the form of a gift certificate for their retail store. I got to hang out with some of my local craftsy friends and met new ones. They fed me lunch for three days and threw chocolate at me every time I turned around. I took classes in all sorts of jewelry making skills: wire wrapping, chain maille, and beading, among others. I really enjoyed the mixed metal collage class. It was very difficult for my little dyspraxic self, as they wanted us to work with torches and acidic-type substances. Anyone who knows me well will tell you that KT and Fire (or acid or anything sharp or anything requiring knots) are always an explosive combination. However, I managed to anneal that sucker without burning the building down (with lots of help and supervision), and I teased some gorgeous colors out of the copper to boot. Most of the students were creating pendants, but I decided it would be more fun to make a brooch. I love how it turned out. I brought it home and attached some chains and skeleton key "findings" to it and turned it into a chatelaine. I thought, well, I'm writing steampunk, let's have a steampunk chatelaine. It's copper and brass, and I love it. Hmmmm. It may be time to buy some nippers and a blowtorch. And more fire insurance.
Here are some photos of my projects:
Chatelaine. I hope to find some charms that represent other normal tools on a Victorian chatelaine, such as a pair of scissors, and add them over time. The class was taught by the lady that invented the Wubbers line of tools. She was a lot of fun and very down to earth. I'd love to take another class from her sometime.
Wire wrapped ring, pinwheel style. This was a lot of fun to make. This might be cool for a faerie or elven costume in the future
Chain Maille Bracelet (Work in Progress), Persian Weave. I have done chain maille before, but this is an advanced weave that I had not tried yet. This was one project in which we were not expected to finish during the allotted two hours for class time. We were expected to complete about an inch of it so we could learn the pattern and then complete it at home. Love love love this weave.
Crochet beading. This was probably the easiest class for me. I already knew how to crochet. I just never done it with beads or stones before. This made a really cute necklace. It seemed a little chaotic for me at first, but its mix of colors makes it coordinate with almost any outfit I have. I think I wear it more than anything else that I made.
Five-strand knotted bracelet. I like this one, too, and it was easy to make with the Knotty Board. I may have to get one of those. This will make great Bellydance Bling.
I think I'll be going back next year! If you enjoy the same sort of activity, I highly recommend it.
I like to keep my hands busy. When I'm not writing, I like to pretend that I'm a fiber artist. If I'm not knitting or crocheting, I'm working on my costumes for DragonCon. (I often sound like a character from American Pie: "And one time, at DragonCon...") I also like to make jewelry, although it usually takes the back seat to the fibery crafts. Who knows? That may change.
I did get more work done on chapter one this weekend, and it's almost ready for my intrepid beta-reader to view. Chapters two and three are shaping up into something very story-like. I really rocked yesterday during our weekly Panera Day. Corvus Corax and Clanadonia really get one a-typing! The rest of the story is sketched out in one giant document, and over time I'll be extruding more chapters from the brew with twists and turns galore. It's raining frogs and camels today, so there will be no sunny outdoor distractions for now. To the keyboard!
Monday, September 17, 2012
Okay, okay, that is a bit of a leap. I'm learning how to wire up an Arduino board. Yesterday, I made an LED blink. Then I made it blink really fast. Next step ... how to wire a servo to the same kind of board. Then I can make something move! I have a degree in Computer Science, so I am comfortable with the software side of all this. It's the hardware that has always puzzled me. When I went to college, CS degrees involved mainframes. We did not get to touch the hardware; and if the dumb terminal broke, someone else got to fix it. Later, when I worked for a large corporation, there was an entire department dedicated to fixing our hardware, so I couldn't touch it then, either. So any knowledge I might have had back in my DOS Guru days slowly faded. It's nice to be learning something about the innards of our electronic pals.
I am still writing. My current novel does not involve robots or androids. (Not yet, anyway. Potential!) My hope is that learning such skills will make my later stories that do include robotics more plausible. At least, I do need to know the difference between a diode and a resistor.
The Furry Ones are truly enjoying my being home most of the time. Another new skill --typing with a cat in my lap. Ergo the Magnificent takes up a lot of personal real estate, so it is a bit of a challenge. Bengals are not small critters. When this cat naps, he naps HARD. The rain is falling now, so all of us are feeling a bit drowsy. Rain, fully tummy from lunch, purring cat stretched across my shoulder ... it's hard to not take a nap...
As for the book ... the working title is Twenty Million Leagues Over the Sea, and it is a steampunk-ish space adventure. Consider it a sequel to several of the original "steampunk novels" that were written before the term was ever coined (and are now thankfully in the public domain). At the end of The War of the Worlds, the citizens of Earth were left with a pile of dead Martians and a lot of interesting technology. What did they do with it? In this story we find that if Necessity is Invention's Mother, then Revenge is its Father. Terra Vigila!
My goal is to have this ready for publication on the Kindle and the Nook in Spring 2013, hopefully May-ish. Updates to follow.