Friday, March 25, 2016

Tense scene from "Reactivated"

Here's one from last year, a little something I wrote for Kindle Worlds: Reactivated, the first volume in a series. (Which means I really need to get off my ass and write the second story. :P)

A short excerpt:

"Okay, Marvin, try it now." Diamondback waited for a reply, but there was only silence in the maintenance bay. She waited a few more seconds for her coworker to try to start the engine, then she frowned and slid out from under the combat car. "Marvin?"
No answer.
She glanced around and couldn't find him. The bay was empty aside from the vehicles they were working on and the half-dozen cars and mini-tanks in the "waiting line" along the wall opposite the elevator doors.
Huh. She tried to shrug off the sudden unease that had begun creeping up her spine. Maybe he's in the bathroom again. He really needs to cut back on that wheat cereal he loves so much.
She slithered over to the workbench and packed up her tools. It was past lunchtime, anyway; if the car still wouldn't start, it could wait until afternoon. She headed for the nearest wash basin and cleaned the grime off all four hands. She stared into the mirror to check for smudges on her reptilian face and found none. Her scales glistened as she turned her head one way and then another. Red eyes with slit-shaped pupils gazed back at her through wire-frame glasses custom-built to fit her human-snake hybrid features, framed by shoulder-length, wavy black hair.
The people running the lab all those years ago had intended to use her as a weapon, but fortunately they hadn't been allowed to complete their plans, and she'd made her own purpose in life. And, for a living weapon, she'd been told many times that she was kind of cute. Or, in Marvin's case, "adorable." She laughed softly at the thought.
Once she'd dried off, she grabbed a clean towel and wiped the dust and dirt off her glasses. She returned to the car, inserted her torso through the open door, and pushed the ignition button.
The engine started right up and quickly settled into a soft whir. She grinned, let it run for a few more seconds, and shut it down.
"Like it's brand new. Damn, I'm good." She chuckled, slid around the front of the car and turned toward the restroom door on the opposite side of the shop. "Hey, Marvin! Been eating too much of your high-fiber cereal again? If you're not careful with that, you'll start passing wicker furniture."
Again, there was no answer. She let out a nervous chuckle and shrugged again before making her way back across the shop toward the elevator.
That was when she caught it in the corner of her eye – the unmistakable shape of a pair of legs sticking out from behind one of the other vehicles scheduled for minor repairs.
He didn't reply. Didn't even move.
A cold sensation surged through Diamondback's chest and for a moment she couldn't breathe.
"H–hey, Marvin, quit screwing around!" Even as the words left her mouth, she knew her friend wasn't just having a bit of fun at her expense. He had a sense of humor, alright, but in the four years she'd known him, he'd never pranked her or gone any further than a bit of verbal teasing every now and then.
Could he have hurt himself without me noticing? Knocked himself out, somehow? Could I have been so absorbed in working on that car … ?
Yet she knew that wasn't it. There were several things that could be happening now, but somehow … she knew.
She raced toward him, slid to a stop, and hovered over his body. His eyes stared up and to the right, at a spot near the corner of the shop. Holding her breath, Diamondback turned his head slowly and recoiled at the sight of the exit wound in the other side. She cried out and flung herself away from the body.
Get hold of yourself! Whoever did this is probably still here. She covered her mouth with her upper hands and fumbled in her pockets with her lower hands. She dug her comlink out of her cargo skirt and checked it to be sure it was turned on.
Then she froze.
Someone's behind me. She held her breath. Both hearts pounded hard enough to shake her whole body. Right behind me.
She exhaled slowly, silently, preparing herself to erupt into the speed-burst ability that had been built into her bioengineered body.
Movement … air shifting … something moving into position at the back of my head.
She boosted herself and her sense of time slowed down.
She whipped herself aside and spun a split-second before a suppressed pistol discharged. A muzzle flash expanded slowly and propelled a slug through the space her head had occupied less than a heartbeat before. She clamped her upper-right hand around his wrist, twisted it and yanked him forward, while at the same time bracing her upper-left hand on his shoulder and pushing him, and snapping her lower-left hand out to grab the Bowie knife from its sheath on his belt.
The man pivoted, wrenched his arm out of her grasp, and swung his gun around to point it at her face. She blocked it with both right arms and passed the knife from her lower-left hand to her upper.
His finger tightened on the trigger as she forced his arm upward, and he popped four rounds into the ceiling. She pulled him off-balance again and hilted the knife in the side of his neck. His fists clenched and his finger clamped down on the trigger, firing round after round into the ceiling and walls until the clip was spent.
He fell to his knees and slumped over sideways.
Hands trembling, Diamondback picked up his gun and searched the body for fresh clips. After finding three, she reloaded the gun and shoved the other two into her pocket. She glanced at poor Marvin and looked away quickly.
She took a slow breath, pulled herself together, and slithered over to the elevator.
She gasped and zipped into a U-turn. There was no one else in this small facility, so who the hell was in the elevator?
She glanced over her shoulder as she slid behind the biggest vehicle within reach, an armored van, and caught a glimpse of a huge rifle through the still-opening doors. She ducked out of sight, coiled her body up, gripped the pistol awkwardly in her inhuman hands, and tried not to hyperventilate.

Reactivated is available from Kindle Worlds for $1.99.

Other books and stories ...

Fifteen Minutes (Sequel to Load)
Game Over
Uncharted Territory (Sequel to Game Over, work-in-progress, free to read on Inkshares)

For free samples of my writing ...

Enemy of my Enemy

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Another one on writing action scenes

Here's something I've noticed from time to time when reading novels and short stories: scenes, sometimes entire chapters, which read as if they're outlines rather than fully fleshed-out narratives. There's a lot of "telling" rather than "showing" -- action or dialog that's kind of glossed over or summarized rather than allowed to play out like an actual conversation or action scene. One example that comes to mind immediately is Revelation, a Mass Effect novel by Drew Karpyshyn, which I finally got around to reading sometime last year. I'm a huge fan of the video game series, and he was the lead writer on the first game (and on the second, if I remember correctly), but the novels ... well, his writing style isn't bad, but from what I remember, there was a lot of exposition and I didn't find things like fight scenes as compelling as they could've been. There wasn't much in the way of details.

I started thinking about this (not for the first time) last night, and figured it'd make a good topic to explore here. I decided to focus on writing action/fight scenes, since that's kind of turned into my "thing" over the last few years. And I thought it'd just be fun ... and it'd give me an excuse to get off my ass and write something, which I haven't done much in the last couple of months. So what follows is a short (-ish) action sequence to help illustrate what I'm talking about. I came up with it off the top of my head late last night.

Since Valeria seems to have become my go-to character for stuff like this, it'll be a scene with her in an isolated outpost filled with civilians that's being attacked by a small merc squad. The basic situation is, the civilians are taking cover but she needs to minimize gunfire to keep any of them from being hit by a stray shot. Which means she needs to get in close so the mercs can't fire at her without hitting each other, and go hand-to-hand with them.

There'll be two versions, one a short paragraph that summarizes rather than letting it play out and reach a natural conclusion, and the other a fully fleshed-out scene. One tells you what happened, and the other shows you. One gets it over with quickly, and the other brings the character and the scene to life. (At least, I hope it does, heh.)

Of course, there's no single "right" approach, and no "wrong" approach, really. This is just my particular sense of what works better.

Having said that, let's get started.

Version 1:
The mercs marched out of the smoke. Valeria motioned for everyone else to stay hidden and keep their heads down before charging into the middle of the group. They tried to aim their guns at her, but she disarmed them and knocked them out with a flurry of punches and kicks. Once she was sure none of them would get back up, she called out to the civilians and waved her arm frantically at them, urging them to clear the room while they had time.

That works well enough to tell that part of the story, particularly in a short piece where you're limited to 7,000 words or fewer, and you need to pack a whole story into that small space. When you're writing a novel that'll be 100,000 words or more, though, you have room to cut loose and let the scene unfold and reach its conclusion at its own pace. I didn't intend for the fleshed-out version to go on as long as it did, but I admit I got carried away because I was having so much fun with it.

Version 2:

"I'm in the armory," Valeria said into her comm. "What's happening in there?"
"I can hear them outside the door," one of the trapped civilians replied, his voice quivering and his breathing rapid. "They're gonna start cutting through any moment!"
"Get behind the biggest shipping containers, stay out of sight, and keep quiet." Valeria rushed over to the racks lining the walls. She grabbed a Phalanx hand cannon and an M-76 Revenant assault rifle. She clipped them to her armor, hoping to avoid shooting with all the innocent bystanders around, but bringing them along just in case. She picked up extra thermal clips, an armor-piercing knife, and a variable-density baton, the latter two being a better fit to the strategy she'd decided on when the shit hit the fan.
A Scorpion heavy pistol caught her attention as she turned back to the doorway. Originally brought into service by the salarian Special Tasks Group, the gun's projectiles were essentially small sticky grenades rather than the standard, sand-grain-sized bullets used by most other guns. A new idea clicked into place in her head and she clipped the Scorpion to her left hip.
"I'm on my way." She closed the channel and sprinted through the corridors to the cargo bay. She reached the large chamber and found it half-filled with huge shipping containers and crates of varying sizes placed seemingly at random. In the corner of her left eye, she found a couple dozen people huddled behind one of the big containers.
An almost liquid-looking stream of sparks punched through the door on the far side of the bay as the mercs began cutting through. Valeria turned to the civvies, made a "kaboom" gesture with her hands, and then motioned for them to keep their heads down. She drew the Scorpion and charged across the bay. She ducked behind a large metal crate, peeked around and aimed at the center of the roughly circular chunk being cut out of the door. When the cutter had almost completed the circle, Val fired six grenades into it and returned the gun to her hip.
The cutter finished its work and the sparks vanished. Val ducked back behind the crate an instant before the grenades detonated. A sharp bang made her wince and the shockwave rattled her armor. She peeked out and found a hole in the door; the thick slab of metal had been popped out like a cork, landing outside rather than in the cargo bay.
Valeria rushed over to the door, keeping away from the opening for the moment, and scanned the area with her Omni-Tool. It detected seven lifeless bodies crushed beneath the chunk of the door, and four more live ones. Through the smoke, her helmet's audio receptors picked up coughing and confused shouting. Her Tool located each of the survivors and painted their outlines in her heads-up display. Two humans, an asari, and ...
Great. One of them is a krogan. This ought to be ... interesting. Still, there was one weak point she could attack if she could get close enough. What the hell. Got to get right in the middle of them anyway, so they can't start shooting without blowing each other away.
She took a slow breath, let it out, and charged through the hole. The asari was nearest. The merc spun around and brought her rifle up just as Val tackled her. She gripped the barrel, wrenched it upward, and twisted it until the trigger guard snapped her opponent's finger. The asari groaned through clenched teeth and let the gun drop. She shoved her other arm out, palm straight into Val's face, and her Omni-Tool interface appeared for a split-second -- before a blinding light overwhelmed her helmet's video sensors and then everything blacked out. Overload blast, Valeria guessed as she yanked her helmet off so she could see her enemies.
The asari clamped her good hand onto Val's right mandible and yanked. Fiery pain ripped through the side of her face and she screamed. Unable to back away without injuring herself even worse, she swung her helmet around and smashed it into the asari's nose. The other woman cried out and stumbled backward, releasing her grip on Val's mandible. Valeria launched at her, cocking the helmet back and slamming it into the merc's face again and again and then again. Finally, she wound up one more time and connected with the merc's jaw. After another loud grunt and the snap of bone cracking, the asari toppled over, groaned, and lay still.
Valeria took several gasping breaths and rushed the nearer human. He sidestepped her and lashed out with the stock of his rifle, but she blocked it and head-butted him, sending him staggering back into the six-wheeled vehicle they'd arrived in. She spun him around and clamped her arm around his neck, bearing down until he stopped thrashing and sank to the ground. She let him drop, sucked in another deep breath, and turned to locate the remaining two.
Something plowed into her from behind, hitting with the force of a speeding truck. The krogan, she realized as the whole world tilted and she found herself being ground into the pavement.
"Bitch!" He lifted her up, turned, and threw her into the side of their vehicle. The impact knocked the wind out of her and everything started to fade away. She shook her head and forced herself back upright just as the krogan lunged at her again. His huge hands clamped around her throat -- but she pulled her right hand back and jabbed her talon into his eye. He roared and staggered away, clamping his hand over his eye.
Valeria yanked her knife out, charged, and leaped into the air. The impact toppled him over and she wedged her knife under one of the plates on his head. She pistoned her palm into the handle, driving the business end deeper under the plate. He had just enough time to suck in a deep breath before she wrenched the knife upward, prying the plate up with a sickening, crunching-tearing sound. The krogan howled and thrashed hard enough to buck her loose and send her flying. She crashed into the ground with a sharp grunt. She pushed herself back up despite the pain throbbing through her back and face. The krogan continued screaming for a few more seconds before losing consciousness. Breathing heavily, Valeria turned to face the last merc.
His eyes were wide and some of the color had drained from his face, but he pulled himself together and fired off several shots. Valeria's shields flared with each impact as she rushed forward. He snarled a curse and backed around the rear end of the truck while continuing to fire. Val darted in front of it, putting the whole vehicle between her and the merc, and then leaped onto the hood. She crouched and then vaulted over the roof. The merc glanced up just in time to see her dropping toward him.
"Shit!" He raised his rifle and stepped back, but couldn't get out of the way. She slammed into him and both of them sprawled on the pavement. The rifle slipped from his hand and clattered across the ground. She rolled over and pushed herself up, but caught a faceful of his boot before she could get her bearings. The world spun around her and when it stopped, she was flat on her back.
The man's boots pounded the pavement twice, and then one slammed into the side of her head. She rolled away with a shriek, blinked and shook her head, and pushed herself back onto her hands and knees. Her vision cleared in time to catch a glimpse of him diving at her. The impact slammed her back to the ground with him on top of her. He cocked his fist back and launched it. She deflected it with her right arm, lashed out with her left, and poked him in the eyes. He screamed and snapped his head back to get out of her reach. She bolted upright and punched him in the throat. He gagged, flopped over on his side, and tried to crawl away.
Gasping for breath and aching, Valeria rolled him onto his back and drove her fist into his face. He tried to swing back at her, and she punched him again. He threw another feeble blow, but she swatted his fist away and pounded him three more times. He groaned, shook his head, and tried to scoot out from under her.
Oh, for ... Valeria grabbed the sides of his head, lifted, and then slammed the back of his skull into the pavement. He hunched forward as if trying to curl up, but she whacked his head into the ground again. This time he turned limp with one last moan. Valeria dragged herself off him, propped herself up on her left arm, and continued sucking in deep, gasping breaths. She took a quick look at the four mercs to be sure they were all out of commission.
Still breathing, but they won't be getting up for a while. With a relieved sigh, she flopped over on her back and gave herself a moment to recover before opening a comm channel to the civilians.
"I've cleared the road. Let's get the hell out of here while we still can."

Okay, then. Version 2, I think, is more effective at bringing the scene and its central character to life. It also has the added benefit of adding to the word count without going all purple-prose. I should add that the goal here isn't filler. Scenes like these shouldn't be extended past the point where they should come to their conclusion for the sake of padding out the word count. They'll become tedious or tiresome for the readers if the fight drags on too long. But if you let the scene play out rather than gloss it over, it'll paint a more vivid picture in the reader's imagination and at the same time push the book that much closer to the total word count you're aiming for.

And, for me at least, it's just a hell of a lot of fun.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Action-packed scene from "Chaser"

Getting back to promoting my recently-published novel, Chaser, after a long period of getting nothing done at all. So, here's a snippet of an action scene that takes place fairly early in the book.

We made it to the elevator at the end of the hall before the shit hit the fan. The doors parted just before we reached them, revealing four people in armor and helmets. They froze for an instant, probably not expecting to find us right in front of them. They recovered and aimed their guns at us.
I grabbed Sledge, yanked him back, and threw myself in front of him and my friends, whipping my wings out to block them from the goons' view. I snapped my Glock up to draw a bead on the point man's helmet.
In the corner of my eye, Otto's left hand shot out, palm held up toward the guys in the elevator. The air between his hand and the thugs rippled, and all four of them slammed into the wall like a freight train plowing into a stalled car. Bones crunched like a fistful of fresh celery stalks, the wall behind them cracked and bowed outward, and the men crumpled to the floor.
Sledge leaned around me and stared at them. He turned his wide eyes back to Otto. "That was awesome!"
"Well, the elevator's probably hosed." Shakira waved a hand at the back wall, which had a dent big enough to scrape the shaft on the way down, if not prevent the elevator from moving at all.
"Better not take any chances." I headed for the stairwell, opened the door and waited for everyone to dash through it.
"Some of 'em are probably on their way up the stairs," Shakira said as she passed me. She and Otto took the lead and I brought up the rear.
We kept quiet as we descended the stairs, all of us quite aware that our echoing voices would draw the attention of any assholes on the way up to us. We ran into them about halfway down--six more black armor-clad goons carrying machine guns, and this time we didn't catch them by surprise.
I pushed Sledge, Marissa and Seth to the floor and crouched in front of them, trying to protect them while at the same time making myself a smaller target. Even crouching, I was big enough to give them plenty of cover.
They stopped on the bottom of this flight of stairs and aimed up at us. Otto held his hands out again.
Shakira leaped off the top step and landed right on their heads. Only one of them had time to get off a shot, and it punched through her "skin" and bounced off her metal skeleton before she crashed down on him.
The man farthest from her managed to avoid the pile-up and pointed his gun at Otto. He pulled the trigger and a burst ripped out so fast that it sounded like paper tearing--only a hell of a lot louder, of course. The bullets perforated Otto's shirt, turning it into Swiss cheese in barely a second and drilling into the wall beside me.
Otto's shirt and pants appeared to slide down through his body, ending up in a pile on the stairs. "Damn it," he grumbled, floating up a few inches to get completely out of them. "I still haven't quite gotten the hang of that."
The thug's blank visor stared at him for a long moment as Shakira tossed one of the others over the rail, sending him tumbling to the ground floor. Otto raised his hand, making a sort of lifting gesture, and the guy launched into the underside of the stairs over our heads. After the impact, he went all ragdoll and dropped back to the floor. I took my gaze away from him just in time to see Shakira finish off the last of the goons with a punch that cracked his helmet like an egg. The rest of them were already sprawled at her feet.
"How the hell did you do that?" Marissa said as Otto picked up his pants and put them back on.
"Same way I put my arm through your body. The bullets passed right through me. Unfortunately, so did my clothes." He shrugged. "I've never managed to get it right--to let the bullets or whatever go through me, but solidify fast enough to keep my clothes on."
"Let's keep moving before more of 'em come up to see what's taking their buddies so long." Shakira took the lead again, and Otto grabbed his shirt and slipped it on as he caught up with her.
"Those were some pretty nice moves, Shakira," Seth muttered.
She winked. "Always bet on black"
We got to the ground floor, going around or stepping over the body of the guy Shakira had dumped over the rail, and paused at the door leading into the lobby.
Shakira watched the door for a few seconds, held up two fingers and pointed at the door. Swell. Two more of 'em, and they were right on the other side.
I nudged her shoulder and she moved out of my way. I raised my right foot and rammed it into the door, snapping the bolt and slamming it into the two goons. When it had opened wide enough, I squeezed through and found them sprawled on the far end of the lobby. The top hinge, I noticed as I ran over to them, had been torn clean off the frame. Oops. On top of everything else, I wouldn't be surprised if I got billed for the damage.
I grabbed one of the men and dragged him along as we headed for the exit. Once we were out of there, this motherfucker was gonna tell us who he and his buddies were. I wasn't gonna give him a choice.
The other one moaned, pushed himself up on one elbow, and reached out for his rifle.
Otto leaned over, pulled the guy's helmet off and touched his forehead. "Nighty-night, asshole." The guy grunted and slumped over.
I glanced at Shakira before reaching out to pull the door open. She shook her head.
"There's more of 'em out there, but not very close. We'll at least have a chance to get to your battle wagon."
I nodded and looked at my brother, Shadow, Seth, and Marissa. "Stay between us and the building." My van was parked in the near corner of the lot beside the building, so it could've been worse. At least we wouldn't have to cross the entire lot and add another ten seconds to the amount of time we'd have to try not to take a hail of bullets in the back.
We got about halfway there before Shakira looked off to the left and shouted, "Get down!" She gave my shoulder a push that sent me stumbling into my brother and friends. I threw my arms around them and lunged, carrying them several more steps before a shockwave knocked us flat. I rolled over and raised my gun, then froze at the sight in front of me: Shakira's torso, only a couple yards away, pulling itself away from what was left of the lower half of her body.
Shadow gasped and clamped her free hand over her mouth. Caboose's fur bristled and he hissed and squirmed, trying to slip out of her other hand. Shakira looked down at the mangled edge of her torso and her mouth dropped open. "Fuck!" Otto, laying face-down a few feet away from her, pushed himself up and shook his head. He turned, took one look at her, and let out an incoherent scream.
"Keep going!" I grabbed her arm and hoisted her onto my back. "Hang on!"
They bolted toward my van and Shakira put her arms around my neck. Otto and I planted ourselves between them and the half-dozen armored scumbags slowly approaching us, keeping their guns pointed straight at our chests. The one on the far right was holding a mini-rocket launcher. Shakira must've thrown herself into the rocket's path to prevent all of us from ending up splattered all over the side of the building.
"Don't move!" one of the men said, his voice amplified by his helmet mic.
Slowly, methodically, but very likely with my building rage showing clearly on my face, I checked the clip in my gun to be sure that it held armor piercing rounds, shoved it back in and strode toward the one who'd just spoken.
"Uh..." He exchanged quick glances with the others. "Don't! Stop right there!"
I didn't stop until I was close enough for the barrel of my gun to touch his faceplate. I had no idea why he didn't pull the trigger. Maybe he was just that scared. Or maybe he didn't have the stones for it. If you threaten someone and don't follow through when they ignore you, you lose any control you might've had over them.
"Run," I growled.
They looked at each other again.
"I said, run!"
Another second or two passed, then the leader shouted, "Blow this bitch's head off n--"
I didn't hesitate. One quick twitch of my talon and a stream of blood spurted from the back of his helmet. He dropped as if his strings had been cut. At the same moment, Otto used his mojo to yank the guns from the others' hands. They reached for the sidearms on their belts, but Otto took care of those, as well, leaving them standing there and staring at us.
I drew in a deep breath and roared, "Run!"
They stumbled back a few steps, flailing their arms, turned, and bolted. I had to fight the urge to shoot each of them in both ass cheeks before turning and sprinting back to my van. I handed Shakira off to Otto and he jumped into the back, joining the rest while I squeezed in behind the wheel and started the engine.
"Bloody hell," Marissa gasped, staring at Shakira. "Are you gonna be okay?"
"I've had worse, believe it or not." Shakira shook her head. "I just hope my insurance will cover this."
I winced. "Damn. I should've picked up that guy I was planning to question. We could've found out all their names. Then we'd know exactly who to bill for your new body."
"Eh, it's probably better this way. If those guys were just the first wave, you might've gotten blown away if you'd stopped to grab him."
"Maybe." I spotted one of our attackers getting back to his feet as I headed for the street, and swerved toward him. He heard the rumble of my engine and turned around, then backpedaled. I grinned and held up my middle talon just before his helmet cracked open on the grille and his body fell under the tires. Ka-thump, ka-thump. The van rocked up and down and side to side twice in rapid succession, and everyone braced their hands on the walls. There's something deeply satisfying about knowing that the last thing the fucker ever saw was me flipping him off.
Once we were on the street, I accelerated and shifted up, wondering if it was too early to sigh with relief.
Chaser is available on Amazon from Keith Publications. Take a look here for a five-star review along with an author Q&A.

Monday, March 14, 2016

Climbing back out of the hole

I need to apologize for vanishing for so long. The last six months or so have been ... "interesting." Events in those six months include, but are not limited to:

  • My car's engine blowing up, me being unable to get a $4,000 loan to replace it, having my hours at work cut to 7/week due to being unable to take deliveries without my car, not having enough money to make the next car payment, and having to let it be repossessed.
  • Needing to borrow money from family to keep paying the rent, and coming within five days of being evicted anyway.
  • The store where I work getting a company car and the manager letting me use it for deliveries in the nick of time.
  • Finally saving up enough money to buy a bike so I can at least get around without pestering people for rides.
  • The bike getting stolen while I was at work two weeks after I bought it, sending me back to getting rides to and from work.
  • Finally getting another bike at a discounted price because it had been returned ... and discovering that its front wheel is bent. Managed to get the wheel replaced, and the bike hasn't been stolen ... yet.
  • Nearly getting run over multiple times while biking to work and back home, the latest of which was a car speeding at 40 miles per hour and running a stop sign, and would've killed me if I hadn't spotted it in time. And the driver had the balls to yell "fuck you" at me when I got pissed off.
  • Immediately after that, the bike's chain pops off before I get home. I can't get it back on, so I walk home and take the wheel off in the morning to put the chain back on.
  • While biking to work yesterday, the chain pops off again. Need to screw around with the rear wheel again to try to tighten the chain enough for it to stay on. Might end up needing to take one of the links out.
  • Over the past few months, the store stays busy enough that I'm usually kept there three or four hours past the end of my shift, resulting in me getting home around midnight or later, going to bed, then repeating the cycle all over again. The extra money's great, it helps keep the rent paid, but the work-sleep-work cycle sucks time away from everything else, like writing and promoting my books.
  • Meanwhile, the Inkshares campaign for Project Revenant was a complete, total, miserable failure, because of course it was. Just like the same book's Kindle Scout campaign. A handful of people followed the book on Inkshares, but only four people preordered it. I needed 750 preorders just to get it published as an ebook ... and I got four. Granted, having no time for anything other than the job for the past few months kept me from campaigning effectively, but still.

As a result of all of this, particularly that last bit, I think I sank into a bit of a depression. Pretty much gave up on everything. Got almost nothing at all done, aside from the latest chapter of Harbinger, and that was a couple of months ago. Now I'm trying to pull myself together, get off my ass, and get back to writing and promoting ... as much as I can squeeze into what little free time I have, at least.

So ... what's the next step for Project Revenant? I honestly don't know. It took me twenty-five years to finally get one book published, and that hasn't opened any doors for me aside from one short story published in the Lucky Stars anthology I've talked about before. I'm really not thrilled with the thought of taking another twenty-five years to get a second book published, assuming it doesn't take even longer. I feel like I've let enough of my life slip through my fingers already. Maybe I'll give it one last polish and send it to a few publishers just to see what happens. Quite likely, I'll end up just putting it on Amazon, Smashwords, and Kobo, where maybe a few dozen copies will sell, and then it'll gather dust like all my other books.

I hope I don't sound overly negative or bitter. I probably do, though. I'm just kind of in a dark place right now. I go through phases like this, where nothing I try seems to work out, and I end up wondering why I wasted my life on a pipe dream. To be brutally honest, though ... if I'd stayed focused on a career goal and gotten a degree, I could've had a halfway decent, somewhat well-paying job, and not worried constantly whether I'm going to be able to pay the rent or have one more meal. But here I am, 42 years old and the only job I've been able to land is the kind of job you get right after you finish high school, making $5.00 per hour and completely destroying my car.

It's hard not to be a little bitter over that.

But I'll do what I've always done before ... pick myself up and keep trying. After all, I've invested too many years in this pipe dream to back out now. If I give up now, then the last twenty-five years really would be wasted.

So, for now, I'll do one last edit of Project Revenant and see how I feel about things once it's finished. I'll also keep working on Uncharted Territory whenever I can, as well as my other works in progress. And I'll be doing everything I can think of to promote Chaser.

And I'll just see how things go from here ....

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Amusing scene from "Chaser"

In the midst of everyday-life stuff continuing its relentless monopolization of my free time, I really need to ramp up my promotion of books like Chaser and Project Revenant. So here's a humorous excerpt from the former that serves as a bit of comic relief in the middle of a very tense situation.

I locked my phone around my wrist, selected a glowing turquoise diamond pattern for its bracelet mode, and lowered myself carefully onto the couch. "That was pretty much what I expected it to be."
"Heh," Shadow said softly, still cuddling her kitten. "I could hear your dad yelling from across the room when you first told him what was going on."
"Yeah, he's always had a bit of a temper. That's where I got mine from." I shrugged. "Like I said to 'em, I'd freak out just as much if I had a kid who went through the same thing."
"You're lucky to have parents like them."  She smiled ever so slightly. "I wonder all the time what it might be like to have that."
"Both of my moms wondered the same thing until Dad's parents accepted them and their relationship."  I grinned and nudged Shadow's shoulder. "All you have to do is marry one of the guys in your harem and you won't have to wonder about it anymore."
She managed a brief laugh. "I don't think settling down with one or two guys is in my nature."
A knock at the door made both of us nearly launch into orbit. My gun was in my hand before I even realized I was going to draw it. Shadow clutched Caboose to her chest and stood, staring at the door and backing away slowly.
I held my free hand up, motioning for her to remain calm, and crept up to the door.
Otto's head phased through it and grinned at me.
"Yeeeeeaaaaaahh!"  I lurched backward and whacked the back of my head on the ceiling.
"Hi. It's only m—"
"You sawed-off little shit!" I snapped, rubbing my head and dislodging a handful of stucco from my hair. I glanced up and found a head-size dent in the ceiling.
Otto vanished, as if something had yanked him backward.
"Sorry about that," Shakira's voice came from the speaker beside the door. "He's in his forties, looks like a teenager, and often acts like a pre-pube."
Shadow let out a long moan and collapsed onto the couch.
Caboose continued purring away as if nothing had happened. He was one of the sweetest kitties I'd ever met, but he was also hopelessly stupid. He still had a tendency to fall asleep in his litter box, months after the point where he should've figured out that it wasn't a bed.
I unlocked the door and yanked it open. "Real fuckin' funny, Otto."
He grinned again. "Sometimes I just can't help myself. What can I say, I'm an adultolescent."
"I can think of a few less-flattering terms."  I moved aside and waved my hand. "Come on in."
He walked past me, followed by Sledge, with Shakira bringing up the rear.
"Hey, I really am sorry about that," Otto said. "I didn't expect you to shove your head through the ceiling."
I grumbled and pointed at the couch. "Have a seat."  I took the armchair on Shadow's left.
"How's it goin'?" Sledge said to Shadow.
"I almost died several times last night, but other than that, I guess I'm okay."  She shivered and kept stroking Caboose. He purred loud enough to be heard at the far end of the hall.
"Yeah."  She shrugged. "I'll get over it, I guess."  She looked at him and let out a small chuckle. "Nice shirt."
I leaned over to take a look at the front of Sledge's black T-shirt, which had the phrase, "I'D RATHER BE MASTURBATING," on the front. I shook my head. "Classy."
"It was a gift from Otto," he said with a sheepish grin.
"Never would've guessed."  I rolled my eyes and turned my attention to the other new arrivals. "So, can you guys stick around a while?"
"Actually, yeah, if you wouldn't mind."  Shakira smiled and shrugged one shoulder.
"Your parents kinda asked us to hang around and help out if anyone busts in on you."
"Ah. They wanted you to babysit me, is that it?"
"They did want to make sure you stay put, yeah."  Otto aimed one of his grins at Sledge. "It'll give me a chance to kick your ass at Halo: Reach again."
"Hey, that's not fair," Sledge said. "The games you're into are so damned old, how can you expect me to be any good at 'em right off the bat? It'll take me a while to descend to your skill level."
"Oh!"  Shakira winced. "Let the pissing contest begin."
Chaser is available now from Amazon. While you're at it, check out Project Revenant over on Inkshares. The whole book is there to read for free until its preorder campaign ends. 

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Links to all of my books

Had a couple of links to add, so here's the updated list of my published books and stories, plus works in progress.

First, links to my website, Twitter, and Facebook pages, followed by two new additions to the list:

Everything went straight to hell after Boiler’s first day on the job.

Her first assignment for the Fugitive Retrieval Agency went off without a hitch. With her bounty-hunting career off to a fantastic start, she planned to celebrate first with her family, then later with a pair of her high-school crushes, hoping one thing would lead to another, before accepting her next gig in the morning. There was nowhere to go from here but upward and onward.

But only a few hours later, fallout from that first success dropped on her like a meteorite, and her whole world imploded on her. Targeted by a vengeful local crime lord, the hunter became the hunted. With bounty hunters, assassins, and mercenaries coming after Boiler, her family, her friends, and her two lovers, there’s no safe place on Earth. Their flight takes them to the jumpgate and starship construction station in orbit above Io, where they lay low and hope the situation back home blows over. There, Boiler slowly finds her place on the station’s security team, makes new friends, and begins to build a new life with her boyfriend and girlfriend.

But even five hundred million miles from Earth, Boiler can't remain hidden forever.

Five-star review and interview.

Uncharted Territory
Kolya Mason, a young woman with a badly scarred face and an adventurous spirit, has been hitchhiking on starships for several years. Now, she boards a ship leaving Terran-controlled space for the first time, joining a science team investigating the reappearance of a long-lost explorer ship and the dead planet it's currently orbiting. Kolya is accompanied by a gorgeous young man who insists on tagging along ... but what's he up to? Could he be genuinely interested in her, or does he have his own agenda? And if the latter, how long before his past catches up to him?

Sequel to Game Over, featuring the protagonists of that book. Work in progress. Full-length novel based on the short story "Mission to Bellatrix" listed below. I'm posting it on Inkshares as each chapter is finished, and planning to launch its preorder campaign once the whole book is finished. Available to read for free for the duration of its time on Inkshares.

And the rest of my books ....


First novel in a post-cyberpunk series set a few decades from now in a city built from the ground up by a group of mega-corporations. It follows the adventures of a young man with cybernetic eyes, his bioengineered girlfriend, and their roommate, as they stumble onto a data-smuggling plot that could cost them their lives before they can find a way out. Meanwhile, their daughter and son arrive from the future on a mission to avert a disaster that destroyed the city and killed millions of people.

A novella taking a humorous look at three newly-recruited government agents in a love triangle in their off-duty hours. Set between the novels, Load and Fifteen Minutes

Jack, Corona, and Taura are ordered to lay low for a few days while waiting for the dust to settle after the events of Load. This story offers a glimpse into their off-duty lives--how they deal with their temporary home (a safe house that might be best described as a "fixer-upper"), what they do to pass the time, and the growing love triangle between the three of them.

Fifteen Minutes
In the sequel to Load, Jack, Corona, and Taura begin their first job for a dodgy government agency which not only opens a can of worms that they may not survive, but also lands them in the weirdest situation they've ever faced--an audience watching their every move. At the same time, their future-daughter tracks a fugitive wanted for a crime he didn't commit, and finds herself facing down an assassin who can't be killed.

Project Revenant
The Justice Foundation investigates a weapons manufacturer's attempt to convert corpses into disposable super-soldiers. Sequel to Load and Fifteen Minutes, currently in a preorder campaign on Inkshares. Available to read for free for the duration of the campaign.

An ongoing serialized story: A space station's maintenance crew and part of its security team are zapped through a space/time rift and stranded somewhere across the stars.
All volumes available on Kindle, beginning with Vol. 1.

Game Over
Dylan Engstrom awakens in a strange place and finds himself surrounded by aliens. Before he can begin to understand what happened, he and a few others are forced to fight in a series of combat scenarios. They form a strong bond during their traumatic experiences, but still must figure out what's happening and escape before they're all killed ... again ... and again ... and again .…

Google Books
Barnes & Noble

Five-star review and interview.

GI Joe: Omega Section, Vol. 1 – Reactivated
Several decades from now, the terrorist organization known as Cobra is long gone and GI Joe disbanded. But suddenly, from out of nowhere, former members of GI Joe are targeted for assassination all over the world. The survivors must regroup, prevent assassinations that haven't already gone down, figure out what's happening, and fight back.

Living legends join with new heroes to rebuild the GI Joe unit, merging into it a new organization called Omega Section and adding its personnel and equipment to the team. Together, they find themselves fighting an old enemy suddenly reborn -- Cobra is rising again, and GI Joe has been reactivated.

Kindle Worlds

Mission to Bellatrix
Kolya Mason, a young adventurer with a badly scarred face, has been hitchhiking on starships for several years. Now, she boards a ship leaving Terran-controlled space for the first time, joining a science team investigating the reappearance of a long-lost spacecraft. She's accompanied by a gorgeous young man who insists on tagging along ... but what's he up to? Is he genuinely attracted to her, or does he have some other agenda?

Novelette previously published in the sci-fi/paranormal romance anthology Lucky Stars. Currently being expanded into the full-length novel Uncharted Territory, listed above.


Wrong Place, Right Time
One hot summer night in the spaceport city of Gos Duronan on the planet Tevsa, populated by the alien mulathi and a handful of other species, Trent Lockwood began a typical night of exploring the city his family had moved into a few months previously. Tonight, however, he had no idea what was in store. Wandering into the wrong part of town at the exact right moment, he found himself presented with an opportunity that he'd be a fool to pass up. So began the adventures of an alien gigolo .…


Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Five-star review of Chaser

A five-star review of Chaser was posted about an hour ago.

Quote from the review:

This is an extremely fun book, that will keep you on the tip of your chair. You are truly worried about Boiler and what will become of her. Boiler has a great personality, and you will enjoy her. Therefore I give this book, Chaser five stars. Fred has entertained me once again! I feel he will do the same to you, so give his book a look, see! You will be glad you did!

I'm pretty happy with that. :D

On a technical note, some of the images didn't show up when I read the review. Could be my browser misfiring. Wouldn't be the first time it's done something weird.

In case the images aren't showing up for anyone else, here they are.

In the interview section, in the answer to question #3:

And in the answer to #8:

Star Trek Beyond trailer first impressions

So ... just watched this a few minutes ago, and it looks fun.

First off, I need to get something off my chest. I don't want to tell anyone that they can't voice their opinions because I wouldn't want anyone silencing me the same way. But having said that ... I'm sick of the haters spewing their vitriol at these movies. Most of them bitch about the exact same things the others keep bitching about, and to me it looks like they're hating things just because those things aren't exactly what they want them to be.

Specifically, a lot of the complaints I've heard is that these are mindless action movies that aren't true to Star Trek, or they're a betrayal of the spirit of Star Trek, or something along those lines. Well, I grew up watching the original series back in the 1980s (weekday afternoons at 4:00 on KPTV from Portland, Oregon), and the show was more of an adventure than TNG and the other sequel series ended up being. It was more action-packed and more focused on exploration and finding new wonders while often dealing with real-world issues (sometimes more successfully than others). But more than anything else, it was an adventure. It was fun.

I loved TNG and enjoyed the first few seasons of DS9 (despite its similarities to Babylon 5 and my opinion that B5 did a much better job of telling its story). I lost interest in DS9 later on, and only saw a few episodes of Voyager. But the sequel series kind of gradually became their own thing, in that episodes were often characters just standing around and talking. Which is fine, I actually love that kind of stuff (some of my favorite moments in Babylon 5 were the characters just talking to each other). But it was a very different approach than the original series, and there were times when I felt like the newer series were doing too much navel-gazing.

When people complain that the new movies are somehow a "betrayal" of the "spirit" of Star Trek, it seems to me like they're thinking only about TNG and the rest, and completely forgetting that TOS ever existed. The series that started it all was very different. It was an adventure.

And that's what the new movies are. Not only that, but they're a reboot of the original series, not TNG or the others. If the rebooted Trek were extrapolated to its own version of TNG, I'd expect its tone to very different from these three movies. But the rebooted Star Trek is a different take on the first series, which, as I keep saying, was an adventure and had its share of swashbuckling moments.

I loved the 2009 movie. I still think the best film in the series was The Wrath of Khan, but I'd actually rank this one very close to it. It was a breath of fresh air after the TNG movies (which I enjoyed when I saw them, but on repeat viewings I've felt more and more "meh" about them). And I loved the fact that time travel, which has been an overused trope in the franchise, finally had actual consequences. Everything wasn't returned to the status quo at the end. For once, history was changed and it stayed changed. Now we get to see the setting taking shape in a whole new way, which I'm perfectly okay with, even speaking as a lifelong fan of the original series.

I had a few issues with Into Darkness, but I still enjoyed it. My biggest problem was Khan being brought into it. Mostly because as soon as I heard rumors that he'd be the villain in this movie, I thought it was a mistake because it was just the obvious way to go. If the writers were going to revisit anything from the original series, I'd like it to be the planet-killer from "The Doomsday Machine." I'd love to see a modern take on that.

Anyway. I did end up liking the way Khan was used in Into Darkness. Montalban's version was terrifying, but Cumberbatch's take on the character was equally frightening, just in a whole other way. And though the opening sequence set up a conflict that resonated through the rest of the movie, it was mostly played for laughs and was focused on an already overused trope -- a population of primitive aliens who see the Enterprise soaring overhead, have no idea what it is, and immediately begin worshiping it like it's a deity. It was an amusing sequence, sure, but it's been done too many times to be that interesting.

Though I'll give that intro credit for giving me the idea for a technologically primitive alien species that went in the complete opposite direction -- the zorai, which I introduced with a character in my novel Game Over and had her appear again in the short story "Mission to Bellatrix" (which I'm fleshing out into the full-length novel Uncharted Territory, by the way). The zorai were always very rational and never made up explanations for anything they didn't understand. For example, they didn't see lightning strike and come up with an entity like Thor as an attempt to explain what it was. Their homeworld was so hostile to life that the zorai were barely avoiding extinction, and too many of them were killed by natural disasters or predators while they were still children, so they tended to focus their efforts on just getting through the day alive. If the zorai saw the Enterprise rising out of the ocean and flying overhead, the conversation might go something like this:

"Uh, what the hell was that?"
"No idea. Maybe we'll find out someday. As long as it doesn't hurt us, it's enough of a victory."
"Fair enough. Well, let's see if we can gather enough food for the next few days without becoming something else's food."
So, in a twisted way, I guess that opening scene in Into Darkness is a good thing because I might not have thought of the zorai (and a fun character like Grishnag) if it hadn't been in the movie.

Also, the bit at the end of the movie, with Kirk talking about not giving in to the urge to seek revenge, and how we need to be better people than we are, is very much in the spirit of Star Trek. One of the problems I have with the TNG-era series is that humanity is portrayed as a little too perfect. In TOS and the reboot movies, humanity hasn't gotten there yet. We're still in the process of figuring out how to become better as a people, and I think makes for a more interesting story than it would be if we had already achieved that. If Star Trek had an overall message way back then, I think it was that we're not there yet, but we should always keep trying.

Now, on to the new trailer. A few things that went through my mind when I watched it ....

  • This movie is probably set somewhere around the year 2260, so you'd think Kirk would have access to a better stereo. Whatever he's playing that music on, it sounds like it's coming from the five-dollar speakers I bought for the Walkman I had back in 1990.
  • The Enterprise getting its shit wrecked looks like it's becoming a running gag in these movies. Still, it should work to the story's advantage by stripping away assets and resources and leaving the crew to get by with whatever they can get their hands on. And maybe they'll redesign the Enterprise when it's repaired/rebuilt. I always had mixed feelings about the rebooted hull design, particularly that phallic protrusion the navigational deflector is mounted on. My favorite Enterprise is the one from the TOS-era movies. There's just something majestic and beautiful about it.
  • Looks like the uniforms have been redesigned again. I like some of the jackets the actors are wearing, but the day-uniform shirts ... well, on the one hand, they look more plain and resemble the ones from the TV series a lot more, which is kind of cool. But on the other hand, I actually liked the spiffier shirts from the previous two movies. I'd actually like to someday see the rebooted-Trek take on the uniforms introduced in The Wrath of Khan.
  • Hmm, an action-comedy style moment with Bones and Spock. Almost like a scene from a buddy-cop movie from the 1980s. Still, McCoy's comment sounded exactly like something he'd say at a moment like that, and the Spock-McCoy bickering, "Vitriolic Best Buds" routine was well established back when TOS was first on TV in the late 1960s.
  • The transporter effect looks kind of boring. I really liked the more dynamic effect from the previous two movies. It made the transporter process look like it wasn't entirely risk-free yet.
  • Also, it looks like a big chunk of the story takes place on an alien planet and it's going in a different direction rather than rehashing something from the TV show, so I consider that a positive.
  • Kirk on a motorcycle. Don't know enough about the plot to know how he got his hands on it, so I'll wait till I see the movie. Seems anachronistic at first glance, but then, the 2009 movie established that antique vehicles are still a thing, so ... shrug.
  • Next we see an alien woman beating the shit out of several dudes. It passes by too quickly to see much, but I like her already. I'm kind of a sucker for female characters who kick a lot of ass. <3 Also, since TOS was made in the 1960s, there was a lot of sexist stuff in it, despite its progressiveness, and the previous two films reflected a lot of that, aside from Uhura's moments in Into Darkness. (The cast being mostly male, and all.) The way she dealt with that Klingon, and later, shooting Khan repeatedly to distract him, holding her ground without flinching even as he advanced on her, were two of my favorite scenes. So it's good to see another female who appears to be a much better fighter than even Kirk.
  • Seconds later, there's another glimpse of this same character damn near hurricane-kicking a guy's head off. I can watch that kind of stuff all day. <3
  • Then there's a glimpse of another alien, presumably the movie's main villain. And he has a strong resemblance to the Narn species in Babylon 5. The skin color is different, but the overall shape of his head looks a lot like Ambassador G'Kar as he appeared in the B5 TV movie/pilot episode. Interesting ... but on the other hand, it's good to see aliens that actually look like aliens, rather than humans with bumps or ridges on their foreheads.
  • Hmm ... looks like Kirk is getting his ass kicked again.
  • Again, I like that the movie appears to be going in its own direction this time, rather than reworking something from the TV show. And from the dialogue, it seems the Enterprise has been exploring new areas of space and encountered something that doesn't want the crew there.
  • Related to that, the planet the Enterprise is torn apart above. Again, it passes by too quickly to get a really good look at it, but I'm pretty sure I caught several glimpses of ship wreckage strewn over the planet's surface. Whatever that swarm of small objects is, it appears to have shredded a considerable number of ships. Could be an automated defense system or something similar. 
  • "Okay ... let's never do that again!" Haha! Okay, I actually laughed out loud at that. The exact same thing happened to Kirk in the 2009 movie, when he rescued Sulu. And I can't blame Kirk for getting a little tired of it.

So, overall, the trailer is really lighthearted, making the movie appear to be a comedy/action/adventure. I've heard people bitching about that, too, but if that's what this movie is, it wouldn't be the first time Star Trek has done full-on comedy. A few episodes of the original series were almost entirely comedic, so this would fit. But then, the trailer could be misleading, which wouldn't exactly be a first time a trailer has done that. It's possible that, since this is just a teaser, it could be focusing on humorous and action-oriented moments to get the attention of a broad audience. The next trailer might focus more on serious moments or character interaction.

I'll wait for the next trailer, and go see the movie before I decide whether I like it or not, as opposed to all the people who start screaming, "It sucks!" or "RIP Star Trek!" before they even see it. The reboot and Into Darkness could be considered action movies, but there's more to both of them than that. That could be the case with Beyond, as well.

And even if this turns out to be little more than an action-adventure with a lot of humor throughout? Well, I'm okay with that, too. From what little I've seen so far, it looks like fun. All I really ask from a movie is that it entertains me. I often hope that certain movies will also make me think, but it's not the end of the world if they don't. As long as I enjoy it, it's one in the 'win' column.

I'll wait and see.

Monday, December 7, 2015

Closing the door on 2015

Now that the end of the year is coming up, I've been looking back over 2015 and thinking about what an absolutely awful year it's been for me, yet it's finally looking like I'll be able to end it on a positive note, with the store I work at getting a company car I can use for deliveries and thereby keep my job, and the publication of Chaser. Not that there haven't been any other good things that happened in 2015. There have been many. But overall, it's been overwhelmingly a net-negative, and I'll be glad when it's over. I understand that things won't automatically change for the better just because the calendar flips over to January 1 ... it's just kind of a psychological thing -- I'll be relieved to close the door on 2015 and hope the coming year is more good than bad.

Aside from the struggles I've been going through all along, which took a nosedive in the past few months -- having the engine in my car blow up, failing repeatedly to get a loan to cover the $3,900 it would cost to replace it (just my luck, there was only one other engine in the entire country that would go in that car), my hours at work being cut because I couldn't take deliveries anymore and having to let the car be repo'd because I couldn't keep making the payments, and nearly ending up homeless three or four times within a three-month period, only avoiding it by borrowing money from family to pay the rent ... 2015 has also been a year during which many icons of my childhood have left us. Leonard Nimoy, Harve Bennett, James Horner, Roddy Piper, just off the top of my head. It feels like pieces of my childhood have been taken away.

There's one other loss I thought I'd talk about here, because though he was probably less well known than the others, he had more of an influence on my own writing style: animator and total badass Monty Oum, who worked for several years on the Red vs. Blue web series and had just gotten started on his own creative project, RWBY. Early this year, he went into the hospital for a simple medical procedure, had an extreme allergic reaction, went into a coma, and never regained consciousness.

This freaked me out because it happened just days after I was in the hospital for hernia surgery -- a completely routine procedure ... but when I heard the news, it was kind of a jolt because, if something similar had happened to me, that would've been the end. That kind of realization is hard to shake loose.

As I mentioned, Monty Oum's fight choreography was a huge influence on how I write action scenes. Seeing his work started me thinking in ways that had never occurred to me before -- how the characters move, differences in fighting styles, how they can use their environment and nearby objects. I wrote the first draft of Chaser back in 2006, and rewrote it several times over the years, before Monty started working on RvB, so my writing style back then was very different. I've learned a lot from other sources, but his work on RvB had the biggest impact on me (and the comedic elements in the series overall affected my use of humor, as well). I think the action I write is much more dynamic now than it used to be. I think I wouldn't be writing such scenes as well, or having as much fun with them as I do, if I hadn't seen any of his work.

He also had a work ethic that makes me feel like a slacker no matter how much I think I've accomplished. He enjoyed his work so much that he never wanted to pause, even to sleep. From what his coworkers in the following video said, he didn't sleep so much as "power down"... sometimes he'd work on a project for thirty hours before finally falling asleep. And when he finished a current project, he immediately wanted to begin work on the next.

Anyway ... this stuff has been on my mind lately. Have a look at the video when you have time. If you've never heard of this guy, you'll be introduced to a truly awesome individual. And there are several things writers and other creative people can take away from this: Always be observing everything around you and taking it in -- for me, that means watching how people and characters move, and watching how people interact and getting ideas for conversations or little quirks for my characters.

Also, never take anything for granted, because you just never know when it might all go away. Accomplish as much as you can -- I stopped making New Year's resolutions a long time ago because I never managed to stick with them, but I'm going to make one right now -- write more, try to write better, try not to let various everyday-life setbacks get in the way, and finish more of my work in a reasonable time so I can get it published. My last novel, Project Revenant, took four years to finish because I kept letting myself get distracted. It should've taken one year, or less. So one of the things I learned from Monty Oum is that I really need to up my game.

And one other thing. Something Monty Oum said a lot: "Keep moving forward." Just writing a story or a book has the effect of generating ideas for new stories on the fly, which is awesome since I tend to write entire series of books. It can keep the momentum going, but it also results in so many ideas I'm often sure I can't keep up with them. But keep moving forward.

And here's a pretty good example of the choreography I'm talking about. The good stuff starts about 1:17 in, and bits of it directly inspired a car chase/battle sequence in Project Revenant.

Since I've finally gotten a book and a short story officially published, and the use of the company car for deliveries has prevented me from becoming homeless, things are finally looking up. I'm finally looking forward to the future rather than dreading it. Let's see what 2016 brings. I'll keep moving forward.