Very much a fan of Bear McCreary’s work, I stumbled across this video today that he posted on his blog. He does the music for stuff like The Walking Dead, and Battlestar Galactica. The music is an original piece specifically for the project that he collaborated on with Temporal Distortion. This is a perfect thing to gaze at in wonder before writing. It awakens the imagination.
I honestly find this video to be stunning. His work certainly stands out in The Walking Dead, and the theme gets stuck in my head sometimes, but this is much different. It evokes a sort of tranquility. The video is time lapsed, and every second of it is 100% authentic.
What sort of things do you do that stirs your imagination, and brings you to that place where you can walk alongside your characters? Comments are welcome.
There are times in life when you just have to get up and GO. That’s precisely what I’ve done with my family, and we are now living in the Appalachian Mountains. Things have been pretty hectic, as one would expect, but we are making it by.
I’ve been spending a lot of time in school and writing two novels at the same time. The first is at twenty thousand words at the time of this posting, and the second one still has longer yet to go. About half an hour ago, I finished up a chapter in the second novel that I’m gearing towards a young adult audience. The first one is taking everything I’ve got to pull off, and is very much an adult science fiction story. It’s not based in some far future or on a distant planet. Instead, it takes place after the Great East Japan Earthquake in 2011.
I apologize for the prolonged absence on this page, and wish all the best to whomever stumbles across it. To those of you who follow me on this site, I hope that you are doing well and don’t hate on me too hard.
So, it’s been a while. I know you think I’m slacking, Merrilee! I’ve mainly been working, and attempting to keep up with my little two year old! As far as the new book goes… I haven’t finished it yet. In a way, I’m a little afraid of the work that has to be put into it after completion. Not that I’m too prideful to make revisions and alterations to particular sections of the novel, trust me, that’s not it. It’s understanding and coming to terms with the fact that my book, personally, will no longer be a story but a product. Sigh.
I wonder, what are your thoughts??
About 98% of what we know is about 2% of the universe. One of the most intriguing scientific problems right now is dark matter. In Santa Barbara, an astrophysicist says that they are building a global network of telescopes to study supernovae, and to find extrasolar planets. Being an author of science fiction, the possibilities never cease to astound me. Sure, when compared to much of science, much of what is written could be considered implausable. Director James Cameron says: “but you know science fiction is kind of the opposite of science. In science you start with the facts and figure out the story, but in science fiction you start with the story and then fill in the science…” I’m in the business of telling stories, and therefore not all of what I write can be considered scientifically possible. However, being aware of discoveries generates a basis for telling an intriguing story, or developing and modifying the things in which science has already created.
Star Wars depicts ships exploding in balls of fire in space. Fire needs oxygen. But who cares? What would a dramatic dog fight in the far reaches space be without cool explosions or laser blasts? It simply adds something relevant to what we are familiar with on Earth. Does it enhance the dramatic effect of a sequence, or hinder it? The answer to that question may reside in the sales of the movie, being the fourth highest grossing film of all time. Interstellar warfare certainly sells. What are your thoughts on this?
Someone once told me that there is no greater thief than a bad movie. After careful contemplation, I developed my own contention concerning the matter. How very true that you pay to see a film and it winds up being immensely painful to the eye, or mentally offensive. However, I find that the true thief doesn’t peruse the rental shelves awaiting some poor unfortunate victim as much as his big brother. The greater thief would have to be a truly bad novel.
The bad novel does not even have to be poorly written. It might contain horribly irritating characters like a fly that you just can’t seem to swat. It could be a jumble of cliche ideas, or an ending that makes you say to yourself, that’s it?
After reading close to a thousand pages of a particular novel, the story took an extremely contrived twist by thrusting the entire planet into another galaxy and introducing aliens, not to mention that all of the characters… every single one… that I followed for eight hundred pages died. What the hell is that about? There is still two hundred or so pages left, and now I’m introduced to a slew of new characters that I’m not emotionally attached to. Taking this sort of action makes me feel robbed, and that the author clearly must have been smoking the reefer when he decided to write the ending of the book, which leaves more holes in the story than craters on the moon.
How do authors such as this one even get published? Do they hold a gun to their agent’s head? A movie is only typically two hours long, but a bad novel feels like it is around six months in length. Hate would be a weak word for me to describe the moment that I finished the novel.
Ah well, back to some Phillip K. Dick.
Have any of you ever been robbed by the greater thief?
So, apparently the world is going to end in 2012. The Mayans were fully aware of our impending demise, and with all of their supernatural capabilities, they didn’t so much as leave us with a friendly how-to escape future cataclysms guide inscribed on a stone tablet amidst cryptic glyphs somewhere in the jungle… bastards. I know what you’re thinking. Is 2012 going to occur the day after tomorrow? Nope, but it’s from the same director: Roland Emmerich. You know, the guy who brought us such wonderful films as Godzilla and Universal Soldier. Sigh.
Do you recall the hysteria that was Y2K? I have friends who still have their basements filled with bottled water and canned goods, because, you know, the apocalypse ignores basements. Everyone will over-react when the year approaches, and when 2013 arrives, so will another prophetic prediction. I say, sit back. Relax. Drink a glass of wine, puff on a good cigar, and watch the world not burn. However, you may want to do your grocery shopping before the big new year. You know, before the shelves are emptied and their contents stored in basements and underground compounds meant to shelter their inhabitants from malicious alien invasions and blizzards in Florida.