Monday, June 21, 2010

Monday Link Roundup!

I took a news fast the past couple of weeks - if I saw one more picture of a pelican covered in sludge or brown, oily waves, I was going to scream.

But, I am back, with your weekly dose of newsishness!

Italian archaeologists have discovered the remains of someone who may have died of syphilis while maybe weakened by sunstroke who could possibly be Caravaggio. I don't know, that's a lot of maybes...

First rubber, now prehistory. It seems the Maya knew more than we give them credit for.

Scientists are going to map out Ozzy's genetic code to find out why he's still alive. My personal theory? The man has obviously been blessed by the Metal Gods.

A Swiss watch found in an ancient Chinese tomb?

I was going to post The Ten Most Important Things They Didn't Teach You in School as a humor sign off, but then I found this

Enjoy your week!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Weekly Link Roundup!

A day late, I know. I am in the process of attempting to acquire a day job, which is a time consuming process in and of itself. Fear not, I have not forgotten you! And soon, I intend to post about the project I had to turn down last week. Until then, here are your weekly links!

A gladiator cemetery is being unearthed in York. They're making a documentary!

The line between genius and madness has always been suspected, and now science has proven it"

For the aspiring sex-kitten/tyrant, Imperial corsets!

As it turns out, humpback whales form friendships, some of which last years.

New evidence suggests the Mayans perfected the process of making rubber centuries before Goodyear came around.

A collection of random vampire facts!

Monday, May 31, 2010

Monday Link Roundup

I have been crazybusy lately. I've been looking for a new full time gig, and that sort of search is forty-plus hours a week itself. The good news is that I also have a new boyfriend, yay me!

So, yes, I apologize for the lack of content and will endeavor to provide more.

But for now, your weekly link roundup!

I was a teenage werewolf!. In Texas, no less!

One step closer to Snow Crash? The first man to claim he has been affected by a computer virus. Science marches on?

Okay, he didn't write Snow Crash, but he's still the granddaddy of cyberpunk. And now, William Gibson has given us his ten favorite novels.

The quest to unlock the mystery of the mighty mighty corn.

It looks as though scientists have discovered a certain strain of bacteria that can make you smarter. And, perhaps, happier. The bug mostly lives in the dirt, which may explain the irritating cheerfulness of some hikers.

Video games can control lucid dreaming.

Have a spare million? Want to live in one of the most famous haunted houses? Guess what house just went on the market?

Monday, May 24, 2010

Monday Link Roundup

I know this space has been quiet lately, I've been rather busy. I shall endeavor to provide you with more fascinating content!

At least you still have your weekly link roundup!

Finally, the definitive Mark Twain biography will be published. Estimates put it at three volumes, at least.

After six deaths on a particular stretch of roadway, the Austrian government tried something a bit unorthodox. Druids. And it worked.

In the Wierd World, a Wikipedia article on the enigmatic Toynbee Tiles.

Remember those Golden Books you were likely read to from as a small child? They've grown up.

As the absinthe fad winds down, it looks like the next trendy liquor is moonshine. I wonder if it's any coincidence that both absinthe and moonshine are rumored to cause hallucinations?

And now there's a movement to convince the Grammys to open up an award category for Heavy Metal. Fine, but I expect they'll keep giving them to non-Americans.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Monday Link Roundup

I went camping this weekend!

Now, back to the weekly slog. Aren't you glad for this weekly link roundup?

Throw the horns for Ronnie James Dio, who passed away yesterday. Ye shall be missed, O Beloved of the Metal Gods. \m/ \m/

A cute little black and white short cartoon based off Murnau's Nosferatu and Stoker's Dracula.

Studies have proven it. The longest life is the one with the most pleasure.

The ACLU, protecting your right to profanity

For your weekly dose of Forteana, a fun article on the 23 enigma.

A roundup of vampire-themed role-playing games. You mean there are other role-playing games than White Wolf?!

And lastly, now that John's e-store is up, you can buy the pdf of Game of Tears. Only five dollars!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Thoughts on Fan Fiction

I do not write fan fiction; nor do I read it. Years ago, I would - and then I read a Star Trek/Les Miserables crossover with Javert as the main character. In a Better Than It Sounds moment, the story was not only the best fan fiction I'd ever read, it was better than most short stories I'd read, too. I realized that was it - never again would I find another fan fiction as good as that one. So I stopped reading it.

I have also never been inspired to write fan fiction. Creating my own characters and world is vastly preferable than yanking someone else's. Though I realize other fans feel differently, writing fan fiction would make me feel a bit like I'd snuck into the house of a good friend while they were away and drank all their beer.

In a now-vanished post by Diana Gabaldon (who I have not yet read), she laid out her reasons for disliking fan fiction in general, and those who wrote in her setting as a result. Cue Internet hue and cry. Authors and fan fiction writers are obviously chatty bunches, so it seems like everyone has something to say about the topic.

I have to say, I can see both sides of the issue. For every Star Trek/Les Miserables crossover, there's a gigabyte of Kirk/Spock slashfic or Mary Sue self-inserts. I can understand authors being dismayed at their lovingly crafted characters being used for porn or wish fulfillment fantasies. But I also realize that the fans, by and large, write fan fiction out of love. Well, all and good, but I don't think 'love' is a sufficient excuse in all cases. Not when the author is averse (for whatever reason) to people playing around in their own hard-won IP.

One common concern from the anti-fan fiction authors appears to be copyright, in that some authors are concerned over losing their copyright if they don't defend it by quashing fan fiction. Now, it is entirely accurate that copyright and trademark holders must assiduously defend their intellectual property in court or risk having their work fall into the public domain. However, most of the copyright cases of which I am aware deal primarily with someone allegedly trying to make a profit from the infringement. No one is really trying to make a living publishing fan fiction. There hasn't been a test case yet to see if fan fiction is enough to cause an author to lose their copyright. Personally, I don't see free fan fiction as a copyright infringement. Jim Butcher has a very good system worked out for his fans - everyone who writes Butcher fan fiction has to do so under a Creative Commons license. Butcher's copyright is protected and fans are happy to scribble away. I don't think Creative Commons has been tested in court, either, but it certainly makes sense to me (and while I appear to be surrounded by attorneys, I am not a lawyer myself. This is just me rambling a bit, so feel free to correct me if my facts are wrong).

Some fan fiction writers I've encountered have been rabidly pro-fan fiction. Their argument is that art, once created, becomes universal. While copyright is to be respected, an author should not be expected to object to fan fiction done out of love. There are arguments as well for promotion of the work and developing a fan community. And I can certainly get some of those - to a point.

See, not every fan fiction is good. Some of it is terrible, thinly disguised excuses for porn. And not that I have a problem with porn. The issue I have with most slashfic is not it's pornographic nature, it's the author gleefully defies established character and canon. In my current project, I have written two characters: Roy and Teague. Roy is a middle-aged gay construction worker; Teague is a middle-aged straight combat vet. If someone wanted to write porn about Roy having hot, wet, dripping sex with another man... well it's certainly in character for him to do that. There's a scene where it's implied he does just that after a hunt. But Teague is straight, and I would be highly annoyed if someone ignored established character to write their own slash fiction in which Teague had sex with any of the other male characters (even Roy. Especially Roy).

Annoyed enough to ask people to stop, though? Probably not. As long as no one expects me to read it. But that's just my personal opinion, as an unpublished aspiring author.

If people want to spend their time reading and writing fan fiction - well, everyone needs a hobby and I'm sure there are less constructive things one can do. However, I do believe that if an author like Diana Gabaldon or George R. R. Martin or Anne Rice comes out and asks people to please not write fan fiction based on their work, the fans ought to respect that. After all, the fan fiction writers themselves are the first to claim their stories are products of love. And part of love is respect.

Monday Link Roundup!

Here you are!

Scientists in India are using math to analyze om

Like the European man found in China, now they have found the skeleton of an African man, born in Tunisia and buried in Ipswich in the 13th Century.

Steampunk is cool. So are vampires. And now, steampunk vampires!

Japan's most decrepit dormitory.

National Geographic takes on sleep.

From the Cat Corner, a YouTube video of a cat grooming a fox.

And lastly, for your humor sign off, The Six People You've Never Heard of Who Probably Saved Your Life.

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Cell Phone Tribes

Not vampires, but every so often, I get a little cyberpunk.

The Development of Cellular Tribalism

Many scholars of the pre-post-secondary-modern period (generally agreed to have begun with the Reagan Administration in 1980 and ended with the Biden assassination in 2016) have spent several careers analyzing the science fiction published within this span for their predictive accuracy. Most have agreed upon Philip K. Dick as the prophet of post-Millennial period, with William Gibson coming in second to Isaac Asimov. Neal Stephenson completes the quad.

One of Stephenson's predictions, a popular 'cyberpunk' prognostication, was the eventual granting of national sovereignty to multi-national corporations. And had the Wall Street Wars not occurred, with the bloodless Data Wars following them up, he might have been correct. Stephenson further predicted post-Millennial humans would self-select their own tribes, loosely based on these corporate nation-states.

Stephenson came so close, and yet ended up missing his mark entirely in the long view.

While the Wall Street Wars were devastating to most sectors of business, telecom was smart enough to remain aloof from the fracas. As such, these companies emerged virtually undamaged from their pre-post-secondary-modern incarnation - though they were not unchanged. To better weather the chaos, Bill Gates of Microsoft allied with Verizon Wireless and the company then known as Sprint/Nextel. A rapidly declining in health Steve Jobs took this move as a threat. In retrospect, his paranoia was likely unjustified and was in fact the first sign of Jobs' eventual descent into insanity. At the time, however, few questioned his business decisions (it is unlikely Jobs had his now-famous alligator pits built at this time, most historians place the construction of the pits at sometime after the Biden assassination).

Jobs' reaction was to initiate a hostile takeover of AT&T, the company which provided phone service for his iPhone, the first iteration of Apple cellular phones we know know as iOmega. AT&T, being the weakest of the major telecom companies, had no choice but to accede to Jobs' demands. The most salient was denial of service to non-AT&T customers. Before this momentous decision, a customer with an active cell phone could place a call to any other person, regardless of service provider. There were few distinctions at this time between the various service providers - only socioeconomic signifiers: how nice a phone a customer had. Now, users could only call those who also were Apple-T customers.

Bill Gates, suffering his own mild insanity as the result of then-unknown Wicketts' Syndrome (ironically traced back to a swarm of mosquitoes he released as part of a business presentation), responded in kind. Had he refrained, it is quite likely that prevailing market forces would have forced Jobs to recant his decision - perhaps sparing countless interns and programmers the alligator pits. But Gates held as firm as Jobs, and the result was: Verizon and Sprint/Nextel customers could now only call other Verizon and Sprint/Nextel Customers.

Landlines, at this point, began to earn their current sacrosanct status. While Apple-T could only call Apple-T cell phones, and the same was true for Verizon and Sprint/Nextel, no one wanted to anger Ma Bell. Courier services began to be set up by young entrepreneurs - an Apple-T customer could call their landline-based courier and have a message relayed to their Verizon friend. This method, however, was clunky and almost as expensive as getting a second phone - which many did in the early years.

Again, things might have fallen out differently if not for Gates' untimely death due to Wicketts. After Gates' death, the scramble was on, earning him the posthumous title, "Charlemagne of the 21st Century." His vast empire was divided up into three pieces as Microsoft, Verizon and Sprint/Nextel each re-formed into their previous individual corporate identities. While Verizon and Sprint/Nextel attempted to maintain friendly relations, their treaties dissolved during the Data Wars and the Sprint/Nextel split. Nextel, now calling itself WorldNet, had absorbed what some were calling the Boost Ghetto - the collection of prepaid cellular users left out in the cold by the upper and middle-class skirmishing between the Gates and Jobs camps.

Energized by the absorption of Boost, WorldNet instituted it's own service boundaries, forcing Verizon to adopt the same philosophy. Around the time of the formation of WorldNet, dual subscriptions dropped off sharply. Few had the inclination or financial ability to maintain three separate cellular identities, and chose to cancel the extraneous as well. With the success of Friends and Family plans, the lines had been drawn.

After only half a generation after the implementation of service boundaries, the social implications became clear. One's cellular service provider became as much an indication of one's tribal identity as ethnicity or religion. There were distinct geographic and class divisions, though racial divisions petered out within two generations. These tribal identities were only solidified during the Second Data Wars and the Great Internet Divide.

Which leads us to our current social climate, which some have likened to the class structure of Victorian England. By and large, we only consort with those who are in our 'cellular class,' and there is rarely deviation. Large companies, with their preponderance of land lines, are somewhat free of this bias. However, small business, families and informal social networks are all defined by who one is able to call. The rivalry is certainly not as dire as Theoderick Coppola-Kinsey's recent re-interpretation of William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, with Romeo as a Verizon member and Juliet a WorldNet woman... but they are not so far off, either.

Monday Link Roundup!

I know I haven't been posting much, I've been fighting a cold. However, there is no sickness dire enough to keep me from giving you your Monday Link Roundup!

What do you get when you combine Alan Moore, the Gorillaz and John Dee? Opera, of course!

A good argument for cinematic sci-fi television. The special effects technology we have is mindblowing, I'm sure HBO or AMC could come up with a captivating series with the same production values as Rome or Mad Men. Also, the author makes a wonderful case for turning one of my favorite graphic novels, Transmetropolitan, into TV.

A very fascinating article about oxytocin & trust.

Was the father of calculus Newton or Leibniz? A new scholar suggests he might have been Indian!.

Vampire Movies That Suck. Just what it says on the box!

Shameless promo: my sister is a painter (and, I think, a very good one). She has the goal to complete 100 (awesome) paintings in one year. She's blogging about it, and I highly recommend subscribing to her blog, too.

And for your humor sign off, The Seven Most Disastrous Typos of All Time.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Book Reviews

I finished Lilith Saintcrow's Night Shift last night, and I absolutely loved it. It's got pretty much everything I'm looking for in an urban fantasy. I'll definitely be picking up the sequel.

Today, I am laid low with the plague, so I attempted to start Mike Carey's Vicious Circle, a sequel to The Devil You Know, an urban fantasy/mystery I enjoyed very much. Mr. Carey has also written for the graphic novel Lucifer, another work I adored every page of. In between naps and lucidity, I managed to make it up to page 74, very much into the story.

However, I put that aside when I found out that a friend had sent me a package, waiting for me at the post office. Fortunately, the post office is only a short walk from my apartment, so I managed the hike even in my plague-ridden state. Lo and behold, a copy of Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter by Seth Grahame-Smith, the man who gave us Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. This is the same friend who once sent me a copy of the Necronomicon and a box of maple candy for a Valentine's Day present. He's an old friend who knows me well!

I am enjoying this book quite a bit, though I am only up to page 31. I shall certainly post a fuller review when I finish the book and am feeling better.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Monday Link Roundup!

The best the web has to offer, in bite-size form.

Are you looking for a vampire-themed vacation? There are three different vampire cruises, in Alaska, Romania and of course, New Orleans. Wanna book?

Of course, when it comes to conventions in the new information age, one of the online conventions would be focused on giant robots. Over 100 campuses are participating!

An interesting article about learning in your sleep. Didn't Disney do a movie about this forever and a day ago?

I have a long standing fascination with Pharaoh Akhenaton and the Amarna Period.

I also have a long standing interest in Joseph Campbell, and here is a very interesting article on the role of initiation.

And for your weekly humor sign off, Time Traveler caught on film!. The 'M' on his shirt definitely stands for 'Miskatonic'.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Working My Way Through the Stack

I read quite quickly and have had a blessed abundance of spare time recently, which means I've already finished Living Lies by Kate Mathis. The author described her book as 'beach reading,' and I have to agree. The book's self-publishing cred was obvious when I ran across phrases like "a lethal dose of heroine," and the plot got a little shaky at times. Generally, the action revolves around our main character Melanie Ward, a supersecret superspy for the U.S. Government, who also has problems getting a date. Sort of like Tom Clancy + romance. It was good brain candy up until about the last chapter, in which what might have been a brilliant twist rather loses steam after a few applications of Fridge Logic.

That being said, I also thought Storm Front a weak first novel, and Butcher has definitely upped his game since then. So I think I'll pick up Ms. Mathis' sequel, due to be out this summer.

I have moved on to Night Shift, by Lilith Saintcrow. I've seen her books in stores frequently, but have just never picked up a copy. The plot appears to be largely what I'm also attempting - a female protagonist fights things that go bump in the night. And, as one might expect, I have to say I'm quite enjoying this!

I've found one of the challenges with writing urban fantasy is adhering to established folklore and yet still leaving one's own creative mark. I'm on page 76, and Ms. Saintcrow has already come through by giving me little details about her Were. Most authors who take on changing breeds establish that their werecritters mate for life and operate with a pack mentality when it comes to leadership. Which is certainly true in this universe, but her Were also are quite domestic and prefer to discuss important matters over a shared meal. That, and she uses the word 'levinbolt.'

I suspect I shall soon be buying her sequels.

I also got my first fan mail today! Well, okay, it was a gentleman asking how to buy a copy of A Game of Tears (answer: John is working on getting the website set up, until then you can read most of the book itself at Houses of the Blooded Blog, tag 'game of tears.') Still! Someone wants to read my stuff! I'll take that and run with it! So, thanks, Jakub!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Festivus Libris!





Being lucky enough to live in West LA, I was able to attend the UCLA Festival of Books today! It's a two-day annual book fair of epic proportions which sprawls over a large swathe of UCLA campus. I highly recommend attending. Several hundred companies, from book publishers to book sellers to local interest, set up a booth to promote their particular product. Stages are set up for performances, readings and lectures outdoors, as well as smaller tables for authors to sign their books. The festival also presents panels and seminars throughout the day, of interest to readers and writers.

I only partook of the smallest portion of the Festival's offerings, and wandered amongst the various booths for awhile, ducking Jews for Jesus offering evangelical fliers, 9/11 truthers asking for donations and Scientologists promoting their free stress test (I took one once, figured out how the e-meter worked after about two minutes, and spent the next half hour playing with my interviewer).

I spent far too much money, but it was for a good cause (An ex of mine, when we were living together, used to complain about how many books I brought home. Admittedly enough, we were rather short on shelf space in our tiny one-bedroom apartment. I told him to be grateful it wasn't crack, and stacked my books in the closet). You can see the newest additions to my hoard in the picture above. I scored:

* Several urban fantasy paperback novels. Buy three, get one free! Yeah, I know, I'm a sucker like that.

* The Manga Cookbook, which is a gift for a friend who enjoys both manga and cooking. I flipped through it, and now I want sushi.

* Los Angeles Noir and Los Angeles Noir 2. Because who doesn't like noir? Especially Los Angeles noir! The publisher offered Noir for nearly every major metropolitan center on the globe. However, only Los Angeles came in two volumes, each of which was thicker than all the rest. Yeah, that's my city!

* The Science of Good and Evil, because I promised myself I'd get at least one book on philosophy.

* Master of the Mysteries, a biography of Manly P. Hall. As well, a copy of The Legend of Aleister Crowley and a slim mimeograph on Ethics which was just mysterious enough to be intriguing (and, only two dollars each!). Interestingly enough, the last two were found at the Atheists United booth, when I went to pick up a Flying Spaghetti Monster car decal for my mom (hi, Mom!)

* Living Lies by Kate Mathis, which I found almost by accident. The author approached me after seeing my already-overflowing free blue tote (thanks, C-SPAN BookTV!), accurately assumed I'm a voracious reader, and handed me a bookmark which had her book synopsis written on one side. I figure there are worse things to spend ten dollars on than helping a new author promote her book. I read the first couple of chapters on the bus home - so far, the main character has had her heart broken in college (who hasn't?) and joined a secretive government spy organization. Spy fiction is not quite what I normally read, but a life lived within only one genre is quite boring!

Did my civic duty by signing a couple petitions. Picked up some promotional literature about the LA Opera Ring Festival and a schedule for the Hollywood Bowl summer season. Enjoyed a cup of coffee, a chocolate chip muffin and my new books on a patch of lawn. I also looked into a couple self-publishing companies. I haven't quite yet decided if I'm going to attempt self-publishing or go the more traditional agent/contract route when I'm ready to see my work in print. I gave a few companies my e-mail address, so I'm sure I'll soon receive all sorts of information about self-publishing!

Around 3 pm, I realized that my wallet was alarmingly slim and I should probably go home before I spent any more money.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

500 More Words About Gregory

When Gregory was in high school, U.S. History class was the last of the day. Being one who rose with the early tide, Gregory's reserves of mental energy were always well and truly depleted by 2 p.m. As a result, he snoozed his way through the Civil War and missed William Tecumseh Sherman's quote, "War is hell."

Not that knowing the quote would have helped Gregory any when he came to his own realization: war was indeed hell.

Gregory had grown up in the desert - hot and dry. He was completely unprepared for the oppressive humidity laying over the Vietnamese jungle, like a blanket so thick Gregory thought he might drown just from breathing. Mosquitoes and blood flies buzzed throughout the base, achieving levels of infiltration and irritation the Viet Cong could only dream of.

Gregory hated every moment. Either he was bored to death or scared to death, there was no in-between. The only thing he learned of any value was not to play poker, he always lost.

Halfway done with his tour, the sergeant 'volunteered' Gregory for a night mission through the jungle. Gregory didn't really want to go, but he didn't really want to do anything, anyway. The night mission was just a different kind of misery as far as he was concerned.

Tramping through the jungle, lugging a radio and trying not to trip on tree roots, Gregory could barely see three feet in front of him.

And then, he could see everything. For several awful instants, he could see as clearly as if it were afternoon. Then the screaming started, drowned out a heartbeat later by machine gun fire. Gregory didn't think, he just dove for the ground, for the shelter of the thick jungle brush. Bullets whizzed above him and around him, but none hit. Though he had bitched when assigned the radio, he was now grateful for a shield.

After an eternity, the gunfire stopped. The only sound in the jungle was the heavy pounding of Gregory's heart, the low moans of wounded comrades. After a second eternity of silence, Gregory crawled out of the brush, expecting to die the very next second. There was no way to see except by the weak light of a half moon. Everything was grey and fuzzy in Gregory's sight. He bent over each fallen soldier. Two had died when the point man stepped on a mine. Half the remainder died under the resulting gunfire. The rest were moaning, alive but beyond mortal help. Gregory did what he could, knowing it was not enough.

Near the rear, he saw a second figure bent over the body of a solider. He wasn't dressed like a G.I., and anyone in the jungle not wearing American camo could be safely presumed to be Charlie. Slowly, trying not to make any noise, Gregory slid his gun up and drew the sights. He thought he'd been perfectly silent, but some small noise nevertheless alerted the figure.

His head snapped up, his eyes locked onto Gregory's. His finger halfway to the trigger, Gregory froze. The man wasn't Vietnamese, not with his wide, round eyes and aquiline nose.

"Bonjour" he said to Gregory.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Monday Link Roundup!

An amusing distraction from your Monday, I bring you the weekly Link Roundup!

From Australia, an object lesson on the value of a good proofreader.

The American Library Association has issued their list of the Top Ten Most Challenged Books of 2009. This is the first I've heard of ttyl, but now I'm interested to read it. Good to see the old standbys are still on the list!

Not only has Peter Brett successfully published a novel he wrote on his mobile phone while commuting, there's now a movie deal!

And, as a writer of vampire stories, I feel as though I ought to toss in a link or two about vampires. Here's a good one about trees and plants reputed throughout folklore to have vampire-repelling properties.

I said last week I'd give ninjas!

Happy Monday!

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Changes!

Jim Butcher is one of my favorite authors, and great was my joy this past week when I was able to scrape together enough extra cash to pick up a copy of Changes, his newest book in the Dresden Files.

Though I suspect I may sound the fangirl, I absolutely adored this book. What I appreciate most about reading the Dresden Files is that each book is incrementally better than the previous. I also enjoy how characters change from one book to the next, how things which happened in Blood Rites affect the way Changes falls out. Even the villains have understandable, if abhorrent, motivations. The character of Donald Morgan was, from a stylistic standpoint, one of my favorites - he's got it in for the protagonist, so we're not really supposed to like him. But by the end of Morgan's story, the reader feels terrible for him. That's the sign of a true artist.

I'm certainly going to be picking up a copy of the RPG when it comes out and seeing what kind of a play group I can get together for it.

Friday, April 16, 2010

500 Words About Gregory

Gregory is a minor character in the novel I'm currently working on. But even minor characters have their stories. Here's the first part of Gregory's.

Gregory never wanted to go fight in Vietnam. All he ever wanted to do was surf.

He had grown up in a sun-drenched paradise called San Diego, never more than a ten minute walk from the beach. He had learned how to swim before he'd learnt to read, and considered the former to be a far more valuable skill. He got a paper route when he was thirteen, and saved his nickels until he had enough to buy a secondhand surfboard. From then on, he'd be on the beach every morning except Christmas and Easter.

By the time he was eighteen, he'd gotten good enough so that he could teach youngsters and tourists the rudiments of surfing. He had a couple spare boards he'd rent out and then give lessons for three dollars an hour. His girlfriend made lemonade and fish tacos she'd sell to the same tourists for a quarter apiece. At night, they'd go back to their little lanai, smoke weed and make love. They were never going to be rich, but just maybe, they could have been happy.

And then The Letter came, requesting him to serve his country in a far off place he had never heard of, much less cared about. Many of his friends and peers were getting similar letters. Some responded with a fatalistic patriotism. Others fled to far-off Canada; some made for the much closer Mexico. The surfing was awful in Canada, so Gregory started packing for Mexico and trying to teach himself Spanish by listening to Mexican radio stations.

His sister stopped him. Coming to his little lanai the night before he was supposed to leave, two nights before he was supposed to report for duty, she shamed him into service.

So Gregory, with tears in his eyes, hung up his surfboard and packed for boot camp instead.

For a beach bohemian like Gregory, boot camp was a special level of hell. Thousands of miles from the sea, his girlfriend or anyone who gave two shits about him, he was worked hard and insulted harder in an effort to inculcate him with the ability to kill another human being. Graduation was a dreadful relief. While he would be freed from this level of hell, it only meant it was time for Gregory to descend to a far different part of the Underworld, the part called Da Nang. Finally, Gregory got to see the ocean - but it only made him sadder, for it was wholly unlike the inviting beaches of home. The waves were terrible for surfing and he didn't have a board. Even if he'd managed to come across one, there were far too many mines in the water.

He knew about Charlie and the Viet Cong. He knew to be afraid of Russians.

What Gregory didn't know, though, was that the jungle held more than one kind of predator.

No one ever told him about the vampires.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Monday Link Roundup!

A pleasant distraction from your Monday, I bring you my weekly Link Roundup: a collection of interesting, informative or humorous pieces I've picked up during my trawl through the Internet!

This week, we have:

Can one learn to be lucky? This article from the Guardian suggests that luck is largely a matter of being observant, combined with a positive attitude.

The Seven States of Facebook. Apparently, interconnectedness still happens in sub-network shapes.

Ancient graves are nothing new, but this 2,000 year old grave in Mongolia is made interesting because a man with Western European ancestry. Whoever he was, he certainly must have had an interesting story to tell.

Cultural imperialism can manifest in odd ways, such as is described in this New York Times article on the Americanization of mental illness.

And from the Better Living Through Science Department, a drug discovered in the soil of Easter Island may possibly provide the key to curing Alzheimer's.

Five Things You Didn't Know About Pirates. I'll do ninjas next week, I promise.

Under the heading "Nifty Stuff People Do" comes this article about rice field art in Japan. Quite lovely!

And lastly, for your humor sign off, an article from Cracked.com about Six Spectacularly Bad Ideas From History's Greatest Geniuses". Of course Tesla's on the list!

Entry the First!

Hello, and welcome to my tiny corner of the Interweb!

As might be inferred from the title of this blog, my name is Rachel and I am a writer.

This blog will be a place for me to muse about my muse, so to speak, and chronicle my progress through the wild world of publication.

Things I've already accomplished: A Game of Tears, co-authored with John Wick and published in February of 2010 under Wicked Press. Set in the dramatic world of Shan'ri, A Game of Tears is a dramatic epistolary novel in the tradition of Dangerous Liaisons. You can read the majority of the work for free at the Houses of the Blooded blog, tag "Game of Tears."

Things I'm working on: A project tentatively titled "Oh, No! Vampires!" though I expect it shall not be published with such a title. Not to give too much away, but it's about vampires! Well, vampire hunters. I'm currently 30,000 words into the first draft.