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Buster's Uncle, February 14, 2010
Posted February 18, 2010
Me or in general?
Anyone. I have the next part of mine, but I rather wait before something else joins the story.
Ok, I'm just getting around to reading that.
I'm not a huge SciFi fan, and I'm completely lost as to the story/world of SMAC. However, I am no stranger to this style of thing.
Having been born and raised in a house of a struggling author, I can appreciate the effort being put forward as well. BU, especially to you, I wish to express that I can sympathise with your current feelings, having seen them from my mom, and feeling similar things myself with regards to my own little art projects. The best advice I can give you in your situation would come from my mom.
As for the stories in question, it's a little early for me to be offering any true critique. So, until I can, I shall look forward to more to come.
And, who knows, you might just inspire me to dabble a bit.
Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. The OP was just a joke about how it tends to be for writers, not so much a personal expression.
That's some good stuff you have at that link.
Posted February 18, 2010
Well, I am here largely at your request elsewhere, and was hinting at that surrounding circumstances as well.
My mom's little blog there often has many things outside of writing as well. But many tools to help people write better as well.
Oh. The mood I'm in lately or something more specific?
When it comes to story fiction, I suppose by your mother's definition, I'm not really a writer. I never produce without a commitment to fill or someone to share it with. I rather enjoy doing it when I can get in the mood, but getting myself in the mood to do the actual work of writing is a doozy that I'm rarely able to hurdle.
Posted February 24, 2010
I'm thinking about opening a new plot, featuring Colonel Santiago maybe...?
I don't see why not. I'm not in good shape to try to carry the fiction project right now, and it needs a little activity.
Posted February 25, 2010
It may be difficult to create a plot with Santiago for me too. No really good ideas.
I still have some interesting book about long interstellar travel on a bookshelf.
Hellstar by Michael Reaves and Steve Perry:
[ame=http://www.amazon.com/Hellstar-Michael-Reaves/dp/0425072975]Amazon.com: Hellstar (9780425072974): Michael Reaves, S. Perry: Books[/ame]
About voyage to Alpha Centauri!
There is one review, but book was given 3/5 stars.
An automatic parsing of Amazon links? To that box with title and authors?
Posted March 5, 2010
I put mine too. So what's the party?
You want me to spoil it now?
I like your story. It makes a lot more sense now; and I still want to see what happens next.
Like the story of Carl Buncle, Buncle! Hot space sex in a janitor's closet with a cyborg :naughtier:? :bb:
Thank you, sir; you are a prince to comment. I like to think that, characterization aside, it's not bad SF.
-Also, what you said. I'm glad that it worked on that level.
After reading part 2 and re reading part 1, I saw the forshadowing of the events. It seemed that his occasional exception was a doozy in part 2. Also, nice detail about the 'People's Republic of Greater Australia'. Very good and looking forward to the party in part 3 :b:
The rare dreams are doozies.
I think it's funny that I just dropped in the party to give Alan something to say, and it caught such attention, doubtless because I ended with the same question as an echo. Now I've got a setting for part of chapter three. When I'm able to apply myself to writing this, I do get more ideas for the next time..
Posted March 7, 2010
While Buster’s Uncle is having a post-supper smoke (pot roast -- delicious! And I didn’t have cook -- Priceless!!), Buster’s Aunt is hijacking his identity to post her comments on:
They Also Serve Who Stand to Sweep
Chapter one: Quiet Time
Carl was engaged in nit-picking pixel manipulation on the new wall decorations to go up in corridor 3b, subsection D, deck 27. Most dectecs just unloaded whatever recommended images the psych department passed along to the electrostatic wall displays and had done with it, but he prided himself on his artistry, and liked to use his own work, or at least put a personal touch on it. Keeping the psych atmosphere of the facilities just right was important; in his opinion, by far the most important part of his job as a maintenance engineer. The murals needed individuality to be most effective, and that required the attention of a specialist on the spot.
>It may seem strange to say this about a story starring a janitor on a ship where most of the crew is asleep – I find the milieu set up in this first paragraph to be very interesting. We’re immediately introduced not to a bored man doing a boring task, but a dedicated artisan contributing to the health of his community. It’s a twist on what I expected – janitor as craftsman/psychotherapist/artist on a ship that is not metallic/dull but carefully designed to be invigorating.
Those of us who write and read Science Fiction tend to focus on the fun things that happen once our protagonists get to places where no man has gone before to kill or make out with whoever they find there. Few stories take on the kind of measures that would have to be in place to combat the unrelenting, soul-crushing, deadly dull of going there. The story, tiny though it is, works as Science Fiction.
The second sentence immediately starts to clue the reader into reasons why Carl was chosen above thousands of equally well-qualified candidates to survive and do this job. He is a quiet character who seems like he could easily fade into the background in a crowd of extroverts, however his earnest dedication makes him appealing. .
Chapter Two: La Belle Dame Sans Merci
“Carl!” Buncle heard as he pushed his maintenance cart past the entrance to the HR Coordination Nexus. It was Alan, standing in the door with the usual stimjuice cup in his hand and enthusiastic look in his eye.
>The author does a deft job of creating a telling contrast between the characters of Carl and Alan with the use of just one prop. For me, the cup of space coffee indicates that unlike the inwardly-focused Carl who can be content with the rich inner life he maintains, Alan seeks stimulation from external sources. Alan may very well turn out to be more of a taker than a giver.
‘This again,’ Buncle thought.
>I like how this reaction is consistent with Carl’s worldview as has been established. The order-maintaining janitor/craftsman wants to avoid having a “messy” relationship with a crewmate.
In the Rec Commons he found a mop unit bumping endlessly into the wall near the entrance, with Maarifa Angavu sitting at a table nearby looking amused. It was an old story and a simple fix;
>having heard the broad outlines of this plot before I read the story, I immediately assumed Angavu made the mopbot malfunction on purpose.
She smiled and rose, her mismatched blue and green cybernetic eye-filters glittering.
>I love that she has one a blue eye and one green eye. To begin with, it makes her seem exotic and off-balance – maybe giving the reader a hint of her inner chaos? Beyond that, as a purely person intertext, the mismatched eyes remind me of my grandma’s cat, Puff. Angoras sometimes have one blue and one green eye. I think she’s behaving in a very stereotypically cat-like manner here – very watchful, inscrutable, toying with Carl.
“I AM good with programming,” she said, moving to stoop beside the bot. “A simple algorithm to make a 90 degree turn after three bumps against any obstruction ought to do it. I’ll need a cable to jack in.”
>yeah, so simple she didn’t think of doing it before now…
The joke around the ship was that she was the only computer aboard with no porn. Buncle thought it less funny than a crying shame.
>a clever zinger on the doctor. I like how Carl’s reaction clues us into his sympathy with and/or interest in Maarifa.
The timeless animal interval that followed was the most intense experience of his life to date. He felt like an explosion the universe couldn’t possibly contain.
>I like how the author uses suggestion here, allowing us to imagine something suitable for this scene.
She smiled one of her warm-icy smiles, “Thank you, Carl; I needed that.” She opened the door to leave, “Are you coming to the party tomorrow?”
>Nice echo of Alan’s line. How is our poor, order-loving Carl going to deal with this mess?
I also really want to see the party scene now. What do these people who have been living together for 40 years do to entertain themselves/each other when they get together?
Overall, I like the clean, concise way the author gets us into the situation and sets up the characters and their motivations. I think Carl is very sweet. I would choose him to survive!
Posted March 8, 2010
Good stuff, guys! I can't wait to read more and see what happens. :)
I'd like to know what happens next myself. -In Mart's story, too.
Did Vishniac mention some Spartans events too?
I would love to see happening more on-board UNS Unity... :)
BA says I need to invite everyone to the party in part three. I'm thinking it over; if everyone would cooperate, I know how to do that.
It might could inspire other, done right...
The 3 persons from my story:
woman - Asa Wright (Asa is first name)
guy 1 - Rudi... no last name yet
guy 2 - Tom, no last name yet too.
All in around 30-years old shape... :)
Did Vishniac mention some Spartans events too? I would love to see happening more on-board UNS Unity... :)
Perhaps...but not these days.
I'm writing some long RL mail and in a few words it'll sound like this :(:
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Posted March 8, 2010
The second line, right? I've been there, man.
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