Monday, March 30, 2015

About Writer's Block... Again.

Hate it.

I've barely touched the NaNo novel.

I've got two... three short story ideas one of which needs to be done by tomorrow if I want it part of an anthology for local writers...

/headdesking

Needing to write and finding the motivation to write are two different things.

I know I have to be motivated... and I know I've got these stories in my head worth writing... but the transfer of thought to word is still slower than it ought to be...


Tuesday, March 24, 2015

It's a Geek Life Reboot 2015: X-Files Is Coming Back

Cross-posted from my political blog:

From that, my massive output of writing during the 1990s revolved around what I called Senseless 'Shipper Surveys, an episode recap done in a humorous vein around how much that episode involved the 'Shipping and how silly Mulder got while St. Scully lorded over all. I had a major section of a personal website (ye olde wittylibrarian.com site) devoted to it (the other half was to following the Tampa Bay Bucs).
The website is gone - I got to the point I couldn't afford to pay the domain rights - but I've got those old surveys on file somewhere. I am sorely tempted to waste a lot of my time re-posting them online.
Just how many blogs should I be running at one time? I may need to grab another Blogger address...

Well, should I re-post the Senseless 'Shipper Surveys?  Yay or Nay?
UPDATE: I went Yay.  Created a new blog at http://xfilesshipper.blogspot.com/  So here goes with the re-edits of pre-HTML5 code...

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Noli Timere Messorem

Which means "Don't Fear the Reaper."

It comes from Discworld.

It's a world that's flat, resting atop four elephants that stand on a giant turtle swimming through space.

The turtle, by the way, moves.

There's a religious debate on whether the turtle is real, or that such a large thing even moves.  But he does move.  And he's pretty much the only being associated with Discworld who knows where he's going.

This is important to point out because today the chronicler of Discworld finally met one of the characters from the fantasy series.  Sir Terry Pratchett passed away, and met with Death, the one who meets everybody.

AT LAST, SIR TERRY.  WE MUST WALK TOGETHER.

As a Librarian myself, I take pains to uphold the Laws of Space-Time Librarianship:


  1. Silence; 
  2. Books must be returned no later than the last date shown; and 
  3. The nature of causality must not be interfered with.

My personal favorite book is Small Gods.  I mentioned that as a favorite book years ago for a year-end review.  It's a book both serious and satirical about the dangers of blind faith and theocracy, a rumination on how faith actually works, and the importance for both humans AND gods of living honest lives.

Pratchett's skill was writing in a humorous, wry tone that rarely condescended towards the reader, with well-rounded characters and a bemused understanding of how the world (our world as well as Discworld's) works (which is to say, rather clunky and imperfect).  Pratchett had an anger about the sins of the world but was optimistic enough that things can, did, and might work out.  He was funnier than Tolkien, more serious than Rowling, more skeptical than Lewis, and more profound than Gaiman.

There's a link to an online Discwolrd story here.  It's a brief example of the subtlety of Pratchett's work.

Terry took Death’s arm and followed him through the doors and on to the black desert under the endless night.

The end.*

* One hopes not.

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Knuckling In, Keep Writing

I am going to use the month of March to focus hard on getting the rough draft of Ocean Dancers done.

I will finish this.

That means no distractions.

Friday, February 27, 2015

Do Not Grieve, Admiral...


...and we will not debate his profound wisdom at these proceedings. Of my friend, I can only say this: Of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most... human...
Science fiction is at its best not about space rockets firing lasers at each other or furry creatures threatening to invade planets, but about the human condition, of who we are and where we are going.

Star Trek at its best was about the possibilities of life, of life on other worlds, of other perspectives and philosophies.  The show's producers came up with a Vulcan concept of "infinite diversity in infinite combinations," of which Spock - its truest representative - was a perfect example.

Spock, half-Vulcan and half-Human, trapped between the philosophies and yet the most ardent defender of the Vulcan way, even when by the time his character aged into a wisdom that realized his Human traits had value as well, meshing them into an iconic figure that outgrew science fiction into one of legend.  There are few fictional characters who grow to such a stature - Sherlock Holmes, Superman, Robin Hood, Hamlet, perhaps today Doctor Who - but Spock stands there as more Human than Human, more Vulcan than Vulcan...

The actor Leonard Nimoy was basically appearing in this thing Star Trek back in the 1960s as a paying gig, but it was one that quickly grew into a phenomenon with his character one of the major draws.  For a time there he railed against the expectations that he had to play Spock as a person, but later on he settled down, and came to terms with him.  Spock was, after a fashion, himself: Nimoy threw in a few things from his own life - the Vulcan salute is from his Orthodox Hebrew upbringing, and he put into play character quirks he felt were appropriate to what a logical Vulcan would do - to where he could never really leave the character.  Not every actor gets to play a character for the first time, and have that character become as important, as iconic as to how that actor fit into that role.

Nimoy passed away today.  He lived long enough to see other actors take on the role of Spock.  There will be others long past us who will play the role, add to the legend perhaps.  But they will be building on the archetype that Nimoy forged.  A great legacy...
...to boldy go...