Not even sure what normal is, but it’s seemed awfully busy around here lately – So I’m going to ease back a bit, just to get my breath and, hey, maybe some writing done (yes, Book 3 of my sci-fi Khekarian series)!
Our contest to win one of four autographed editions of the exciting science fiction novel, The Khekarian Threat, written by A.D. Everard, has three winners!
Congratulations go to:
Sandra from East Wenatchee, Washington State, USA.
April Epley from Okanogan, Washington State, USA.
Also a third winner from Australia who wished to remain anonymous.
For those who entered, the answer was: Dimension Walker (or Walker of Dimensions. Both are correct).
This leaves one more copy up for grabs! Stay tuned for a new question, based on one of the four free chapters available at http://bloodstonescifi.com/
“If I’m contracted to Stephen, won’t he object?”
“Shouldn’t think so, I own him.”
No surprise, I’m trying to maximize exposure for my work (which is my living) and my blogs, and keep up with everybody – which means a lot of hours every day, seven days a week, right across the board – plus writing time.
That means I’m juggling stuff. Lots of stuff. Writing seems to be secondary, but it truly is not. So, please know, if I am thin on the ground, if I am not as regular a visitor at my favorite blogs, if I am slow to respond to comments – it’s because I’m writing the next in the Khekarian series, which is vitally important to me.
Want to know why the Khekarian series has full command of my life? Want to know why it has ruled my every waking thought for the past 30 years as I developed my skills? Want to know what’s so grand about my brand of science fiction? Well, get a taste of it – first 4 chapters (65 pages) free to read – Links in margin.
These characters are not letting me go.
“Stephen’s enterprise sees us travel the continent. It’s his way of earning a living and proves useful on occasion. I go along purely for what enjoyment it offers. But there are other needs more pressing. I shall soon leave this planet to return home to issues and challenges at the Khekarian Core. I’m after a psychic bodyguard. How far do you see?”
A quoll is cute until it opens its mouth, then you are introduced to its serious side – Quolls are an Australian marsupial carnivore, cousin to the Tasmanian Tiger, but only about the size of a cat – although with canine teeth like a dog – They are nocturnal and eat whatever meat they can catch of small and medium-sized creatures, including possums.
Out in the wilderness of the Northern Territory, we had quolls all over our camp every evening. They came out at dusk and got up to mischief all night. They broke into our early idea of meat-safe (a foam lidded box) and ate our meat. They tried to eat our cat more than once, too, but he got wise to them and learned to keep out of their way.
They even moved into my office caravan. It was an old van with gaps and holes that we didn’t even know about. I opened a drawer one day and found a fair-sized quoll splayed out and fast asleep right on top of the papers that were in there. He had climbed in up through the floor and in through the back of the drawer.
I wish I had taken a picture, but I was too busy closing the drawer really carefully so as not to wake him and have him go Wild-Animal all over my office. :D
The pictures shown in this post were NOT taken of our local population. These pictures are all borrowed from the Internet as we never could get a good clear picture of one.
“Gail was a diversion. That’s all.”
Gail. Aleisha felt fresh anguish, just knowing her name.
“They’re going to find out. The authorities. Right here.”
“Here?” Sturn gave a snort of derision. “In this insignificant segmented Terran Sector? Do you think any of your authorities would go up against Khekarian might? Do you think I care about your puny Terran laws? Your justice? This planet is a joke. Your whole colonizing strand is a joke. That’s all it is, a string, a mere tendril. Where is its strength? Where’s its power? You believe in the spirit of the law, but back it with what? Thin air? There is none to touch me, Aleisha. Not here, not ever.”
As many of you have noticed, I suddenly have a fulltime job blogging – It’s important to let everyone know the Khekarian series is in progress, and even more important to let everyone know that the first two books (“The Khekarian Threat” and “The King’s Sacrifice”) are out on Amazon, but this does interfere with my writing schedule.
I am doing what I can to keep up with it. Some days go extremely well when it comes to writing the manuscript. Other days I simply can’t get a word down for being too busy. It’s the days I can’t get a word down that bother me. Strictly speaking, these days are only Sat, Sun and Mon (Australian time), but because so much goes into those days as far as blogging is concerned, it FEELS like a week.
What’s an extra concern, however, is that there are other interruptions likely to impinge in the very near future – More on that when I know for sure – Meanwhile, I had better be up front about it and let you know with as much warning as possible that there may be further delays with finishing and publishing Book Three, “The Bastard Line”.
Please Note: What I have so far is excellent and I’m very excited about it, so please do not think I have run out of energy or ideas. I’m just not going to rush it out the door and give you a poor quality result when I know how grand it can be.
No, not literally off a cliff, never fear, it just kind of felt like that – I’ve been writing about life in the wilderness of the Northern Territory, Australia, when we moved out onto 250 acres of subtropical forestland, without amenities, without a house, and completely off-grid (Yes, there is a reference to writing sci-fi in this post – hang in there). :D
It was just the two of us, and neither of us had lived in the country before. By that, I mean in any rural environment – farmland, small towns, meadows and fields – nothing like that. We went straight from suburbia into Wild Lands, which was kind of like stepping off a cliff.
The silence was the first thing that really hit. By silence, I mean human silence. Prior to moving out there, we had pretty regular habits enjoyed by most people in civilization-hubs around the world. We both worked full-time, we’d come home and watch television. We’d listen to the radio. We’d get depressed over the news. We even adopted guilt! All the things we were supposed to do.
Out there, we were suddenly cut off from the constant drone of entertainment and political messages (which I didn’t even recognize as existing) – No radio, no TV, no telephone, no voices – suddenly it was just us and the bushland (forestland) full of wildlife and their potential to be dangerous, inconvenient, deadly and interesting. Mostly they were interesting.
While Greg commuted every working day into the city, I did not. I remained isolated, just me and the wild. I ventured off the block maybe once every three months, sometimes closer to six. Interestingly, guilt disappeared and self-confidence grew. Taking on responsibility for such things as the water in your taps (by that, I mean putting it there after putting in the taps and pipes in yourself, first) is hugely empowering.
“I am from one of those ruling families. The top layer, one of the top eighteen. I was forced from my position, cast away to an outpost of the Khekarian assault into the Chiddran Reach. Being outcast does not mean I am without influence. I have access to unlimited funds. I have the strength and the fury of assured Khekarian vengeance behind me should I need it. I get what I want. Always.”