Almost Done

I have reached the word count that I consider enough for this book. However there is so much more that needs to be said. I could finish it rapidly and say, that’s enough. But I think that would not be satisfying to anyone. But I expect to be done with this third book either next week or the week after.

This particular book has been a trial as I have been trying to work on both the first and the second while writing it. I took perhaps a bit too much time away from it, but so far I am satisfied with what progress has been made. I’m in the final sprint of this marathon I have set down for myself.

Soon it will be time to start working on another story in another world, and I will miss these people I have created. I am undecided if they will ever appear again, either as others remembering them, or as new stories about themselves. However that really depends how the book winds up. I have an ending in mind, but these characters tend to get notions of their own. Try as I might to fight them, they still have done as they wished the entire time. The first two books were not as difficult for me as they generally behaved, but now that they realized I’ll let them have their way at times they just go out and have fun. Perhaps fun isn’t the right word, they simply act. Truly this has been a unique experience for me, and I look forward to creating and meeting new people I make.

Sunday I worked all day on getting the first book into actual print, and that was an ordeal. However it was approved and I have ordered a proof sent to me. If I approve of what they have done soon you all will be able to hold in your hands the slim volume of Deathship. It turns out all the calculations I made to meet 300 pages was off by a vast amount. It seems it winds up being about 220 pages. I’m ashamed at this number, but it does not stop me from writing.

I hope you all do not look down on such a short piece of work. The second book is just about as short, so don’t expect some random magnum opus to appear. As the third book shapes up I believe it will be similar as well. Together it might be considered a long book, but separately they are short. But this is how I write. Perhaps my next book or series will be longer and reach the length I desire, but for now my first series will be a short one, though I think filled with many ideas that have not been written about before.

 

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Update –  1,000 words written in the third novel. Got to hang out for a bit with a unique person with a completely different perspective on life. Because I am me I asked questions and set up hypothetical scenarios to find out more about them. All in all it was an entertaining afternoon.

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
C.S. Lewis

– Steven Oaks

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Information and Piracy

I’ve heard it said information wants to be free. However I do not think I agree with that. I think information is free. All that I have within my own mind is free, save for the food I need to fuel and store it. The same could be said about things stored on devices. There is no significant cost to duplicating it and having it stored elsewhere. If you can make a perfect copy of something can it be said to be theft? I don’t think so.

However is it moral to pirate movies, books, or television shows? Well it comes down to are you breaking anyone’s autonomy. A person may become upset if you take something from them, but what are you taking from them when you download a copy? You are taking away their ability to make money off of their hard work. But are you really? If you download something illegally how likely is it that you would buy it if that was the only way to gain a version of it? If the only way you could afford to enjoy the content someone produces is to gain it via nefarious purposes then you are likely never to buy it. Especially if you are unsure if you would even like it.

I think that pirating is probably good in the long run because it gets the media out to a wider audience. If they happen to like it then they are more likely to spend money on related things. Take my book for example. Right now you can only get it via Amazon as an e-book. However in the near future you should be able to purchase a physical copy. Sadly it appears it will be more expensive to purchase that way, but if you happened to like it then you are more likely to get a version you can hold in your hands. I am not saying I want to encourage anyone to just download my book for free somewhere, however the more people are exposed to it the more likely others will purchase it. Word of mouth is the most powerful marketing tool, but if no one wishes to risk money on a book or an author they are unsure of how likely is it then that anyone would know about it? If they like it after reading it they can then purchase it in any version they wish.

I spent the majority of the day yesterday working on getting Deathship printed. I hope to see it come out here within the week, but I cannot guarantee it will be accepted. There are some differences as I had to add additional things to it to make it printable, and the cover art for the front and back had to be altered slightly. My artist kindly spent some time working on it with me, so I have high hopes of success. Also she was getting another cover ready for the second book. Already it looks fantastic, and I think she has outdone herself once more. I am very lucky to have someone like her to call upon.

In the end, anyway you consume a narrative is alright with me, but I do hope you spend a little money just so authors and artists can continue to bring you more entertainment.

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Update –  Woke up later than usual. No pancakes this day, only leftover cold pizza… a special treat.

“Back before the internet we had a name for people who bought a single copy of our books and lent them to all their friends without charging: we called them “librarians”.”
― Charles Stross

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Finding Pleasure

In the echo chamber of the mind

I hear my past come to life

memories fade but ideas linger on

and all of it filled with strife

I try to live without regrets

but sometimes I remember

all the things that made me sorrowful

and left me without pleasure

Is it then pleasure that I seek

or is there something more

to this life that leaves me empty

and shakes me to the core

Must I do all the things I desire

without regard to those around

to ignore all their wants

and leave them fallen on the ground

Or must I disregard my own wants

and eventually leave this world behind

unfulfilled and wanting more

but others seeing me as kind

Is there kindness in doing little for self

but thinking of others first

or is this just altruistic thinking

making us feel coerced

Do what is right for self I say

but do not ignore others

they share this life with you

treat all as sisters and brothers

We know what is best for ourselves

but we also know others want different

allow them to live as they see fit

and hope they will leave you be in the same spirit

We are all alone in our wants

and we must see them spring forth

but let not others interfere

nor should you hinder them on this Earth

 

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Update –  Woke up later than usual. No pancakes this day, only leftover cold pizza… a special treat.

“I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.”
― Oscar Wilde

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The trials of an active imagination

Well that’s it. I may have ruined everything. Probably not, but things just went off the rails again. When I have a character begin explaining things to the others sometimes this happens, and I let her run free. The world just got much more complicated, and I don’t know how long it is going to take me to get to the end.

Thanks imagination, you don’t know when to quit do you? What is life, where does it come from, and who are we? Why must I try to answer everything at once? Apparently I can’t even ask myself anything without beginning to lecture. Blah blah blah, stop it brain, you know where we are suppose to go to, but no you just had to go on and create more trouble for me. You could have simply written it down as a note for another book, but you felt it necessary to devise a way to put it into what you are already writing.

Foolish, stupid, crazy brain. At least the words came to me quicker than I thought I would be able to do today, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I’ll probably review this later and say, “What the HECK were you thinking?” Then again I tend to just smooth everything out so it all works together. I suppose what I wrote did fill in some holes that I left standing wide open with no explanation as to how these Outsiders did what they did, but still it’s very inconvenient for me. Not everything is known, nor should we ever expect it to be. Then again if things aren’t resolved in a book I sometimes get a bit frustrated. At least I got to write my favorite way today, PLENTY OF DIALOGUE! I’m nearing the end of the word count I was shooting for in this book, but I think I will have to race past it to find the finish line. Wish me luck!

 

 

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Update –  1,000 words written of the third novel. Another day, another 1,000 words. Maybe I’ll have to get back to writing more each day, but when I do I find it even more difficult to articulate my desires. And of course it looks like I’ll have to mow the lawn again. Jeez, I hate that.

“The human race is a monotonous affair. Most people spend the greatest part of their time working in order to live, and what little freedom remains so fills them with fear that they seek out any and every means to be rid of it.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

– Steven Oaks

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The empty man

Suddenly light breaks through the window

Waking me up from my slumber

It pulls me from my bed

and the long-awaited day has come, which I dread.

Silence greets me and I toss aside my sheets

The house is empty again

and alone I seek to find food

and all the while eating I brood

I seek only to speak the truth

though hurtful it can be

is there something good

in all my honesty?

I suppose I then am free to do as I wish

but then what of those who dislike

or wish to converse contrarily

to all that I like?

Must I reveal all that I think

and risk hurting those I love?

what is it that I hold aloft

to soar ever above?

This is the day where I shatter those I hold dear

with the knowledge of what I really am

the life I live

it is merely a sham

I have never spoken an untruth to them

and yet I hide my thoughts deep

if only they asked the right questions

then I would have been forced to bleat

I am not as strong as I appear

nor as wise as I like to convey

I am merely a shell

of the man I was that day

There is nothing left of me

there is only this drive

to continue forward

to live this lie

I seem to be working towards goals

but they are the only reason I live

because without them

I would be wandering the wilderness

I would let myself die

though I would not kill myself by my own action

I would starve or thirst

because I have lost all meaning to satisfaction.

There are times when I pretend to have joy

but they are only a hollow echo

of the person I once was

but it is not who I am anymore

I’ve lost all direction

but I remember who I was

I continue forward with that memory

to see if I can find myself again

I’m already dead

but no one seems to notice

I’ve hidden it so well

I almost forgot that I was broken

But looking inward again

I found nothing

and that is who I am

I’m simply an empty man

 

 

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Update –  1,000 words written of the third novel.

“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.”
― Haruki Murakami

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Why do you Follow anyone online?

As I sit here I realize I have taken a horrible risk. I’ve risk my future on the slim chance that I might become popular. Multiple people write books, and few succeed. I quit my job months ago, now it may be impossible for me to find a job to sustain me because of this. If only some influential person’s eyes fell upon what I’ve made. I would still have to hope they liked it enough to talk about it. Even if they hated it, if they still talked about it someone would hear that I existed.

As always it is hard to get the word out about the things we do, and in this I am no exception. At first it seemed there was a buzz around what I wrote, but now I realize those who follow me do not actually care about anything I write. The majority of people are only concerned with gaining followers so they follow me in hopes I might do the same back. At first I added everyone that followed me, and it seemed I was getting some interaction because of this. However it turns out it was for selfish reason they did so. Perhaps I am guilty of it as well, as I really just wanted eyeballs on what I did. Now I realize many who do so have no care for anything I do.

When someone asked me to take a look at their books, I did. What I found was poorly written, and with confusing narratives. Perhaps I am just as horrible and I’m too close to my own work to be able to tell what is wrong. I’ve had several eyes upon it now, but I’ve heard little complaint. The issues they have would be with tense, and I hope I have gone back and changed what they saw. The positive thing about it being a digital version is that I can do so. With time it’ll be physical and it would be harder to do.

I try very hard to interact with anyone who takes the time to message me, but it seems few wish to return the favor. Are we all just self-centered for the most part? Certainly it is a survival trait, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t help another. In the end it helps us as we might gain a friend, or at least someone willing to talk with us. It seems nothing I can do will help with what I’ve done. I’ve been told only when the second novel, or even the series is completed would I start to see sales increase, however I grow doubtful. Perhaps I should try to find a job now and hope I can still write when I’m free, but I’ve tried that and failed spectacularly.

In the end I know what I will do. I will continue to write and edit. I will get all three of these books out, and if no one buys any I will go back to a regular job. Apparently many authors, even famous ones, cannot live on the tiny amount of money you get from selling books. I am disheartened, but not broken. I will continue to strive forward. This is my dream, and I will see it through.

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Update –  1,000 words written of the third novel. I think the ending grows near, and things are coming together nicely.

“You have a very open relationship with your fans.”

“Yes. We have an open relationship. Obviously they can see other authors if they want, and I can see other readers.”
― Neil Gaiman

– Steven Oaks

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Alone and not miserable

I dislike leaving my home, and yet I feel trapped. If someone wanted to take me somewhere I might go no matter where. However I also may hesitate. I’m very much like being alone, and going to a crowded area holds no appeal to me. However humans are supposed to be social creatures. Only after I finish my daily word count do I start to feel lonely, and it becomes most uncomfortable. However I still dislike leaving the house. Perhaps I’ve done more harm than good continuing to write instead of going out to be among others. There have been times when a friend has asked me to go do something, and usually it has been good. It is even good when they come to visit, in fact probably better for my own mind. Do I grow more phobic of crowded places, or is this how I have always been and have been pushing it into the background? I know I’m better than I was, but I still feel uncomfortable about throngs of people. Many years ago I was lucky enough to be invited to watch Spamalot, and afterwards I felt no nervousness. That is not the only time I’ve felt that way, but it was the first. I knew I was getting better then, and I hope to continue to improve. However it does not mean I will ever like being around many others. The most I feel comfortable around is limited to around four or five. And that number has to have at least one person I know. Otherwise I will say nothing. I will smile and act like everything is okay, but inside I am in turmoil. I don’t hate people, I just hate having people I don’t know around me. I know I could eventually talk with them and get to know them better, but still those first few moments leave me drained. Even when it is a person I’ve known for years but haven’t seen in a long time I will have a hard time opening up again. I don’t know why I am like this, but perhaps it has something to do with moving almost every year until I was in sixth grade. However I still went to the same school from the second half of third grade on. I don’t think I ever found a way to mesh with the latest group, though I felt very popular at other schools. I would suggest if you have children, and you can, see if you can let them have a stable location they can call home. The only place that was stable in my life was my grandparents home. They never moved, but I only saw them in the summer and holidays. It is not the same if every day you feel like you will have to pack everything up and make new friends. You would think I would have an easy time of making friends since I had to do it so often when I was young, but I think I eventually gave up after a few years. I felt no one was going to be with me for any length of time, so why bother? Had I not given up when I did I think I might have made some lasting friends, but as it is now I generally have no connection to those I went to school with. Nor do I think I had any impact upon their lives. Had I never been there nothing would have changed for them, though at times I do miss seeing them. I was lucky enough to ride a bus with a couple of guys who were a grade above me and were into reading. Without them allowing me to borrow my first true novel I may not even be writing today. In fact I know I wouldn’t be the person I am. Reading does run in my family from both sides, but perhaps I would not have been a reader of Sci-Fi and Fantasy. That first novel was Split Infinity by Peirs Anthony. It had both Sci-Fi and Fantasy, and it really changed my view of reality. Until that point I had been reading short novella’s about historical situations. They were fiction, but they did not hold the excitement advanced technology does for me. So thank you to those that continue to feed me fiction. I would also thank my mother for continuing to buy me random books. My library grew rapidly from that. And of course my father always telling me about books he liked and encouraging me to read those. Had he not I would never have read The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. Life is too short to live without reading. You can live so many other lives than just your one when you delve into a book.

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Update –  1,000 words written of the third novel. I woke up late today, though I went to sleep around midnight I stayed in bed until nearly 10. Jeez, I really need to work on resting appropriately.

“It is wrong to ask for more than you give freely. In this way, we come to resemble what we hate.”
― Stephen R. Donaldson, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever

– Steven Oaks

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Know your limits, or face the consequences

Nothing spells fun like a trip out on the local trail while I ride my bike. Sadly as the season changes, and the air cools, I was unable to enjoy it to the full extent. The wind was pushing against me the whole way out and was causing me to become winded rather quicker than usual. Had I been alone I would have tried to still finish the 20 mile trek, but luckily my companion has the normal ability to recognize when to stop. Returning was not as difficult as the wind was at our backs, but it still caused issues. We both were wearing hats and at one point they lost theirs to a gust of wind. I was behind them, and was able to collect it before it was completely lost. And then when we were approaching home another person was on a bike with a hat and they lost theirs. My companion stopped it with a bike tire and we were thanked profusely for its capture. Perhaps I should not go out in such conditions, however I still feel the need to do so. There even was a time at the end of winter when I was beginning to go stir crazy and I tried to tackle a snow filled trail. Bundled up as I was the cold did not touch me, but my tires still slid upon the ice and snow mixture of the path. I was only able to make it half way, though had there not been a bench at the half way mark I would have likely continued on. I have a habit of pushing myself far beyond any reasonable stopping point, and even as exhausted as I was I would have ignored any signal my body would have given me to its need for a break. While I’m proud of this ability of mine, it does have its consequences. I have been known to injure myself in such activities, and then push myself even harder. Somehow this last winter I had twisted my neck and it grew stiff and sore. Icy hot helped, but I did not like the inability to turn my head. Forcing myself to rotate my head fully using my hands I tried to loosen it up. However this may have caused lasting damage as I still feel a slight twinge now and again from it. Being a self-proclaimed Berserker who ignores all pain has caused me to injure myself further than necessary over the years, however I like it about myself. It means I work hard, too hard perhaps, but still I tend to get results. In the end I am putting the same effort into writing. Sitting in front of a computer writing for hours does not seem like it should be too hard, however my back disagrees. Perhaps I need a standing desk, but right now I have no resources to call upon to make it happen. So I simply sit and write my heart out. I hope my effort comes to some great result, but I already feel accomplished by the first book. Having finished the first draft and a bit of the second novel is something as well. As is the nearly completed third book. If you allow me a few more months all three should be available. I just hope my money does not run out in that time.

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Update –  1,000 words written of the third novel. I did not fall asleep until nearly 2am, thought I went to bed at 9. Apparently I have an issue sleeping… bah.

“The sky is not my limit…I am.”
― T.F. Hodge

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The Magic of Youth, and of Maturity

What makes life worth living? I sometimes think this late at night, or while I’m alone. As I stare out the window watching a little bird perched upon a tree I’m thinking about it. I miss the sometimes overwhelming awe I had as a child about everything. Tree’s and even grass were so much more interesting then. Then again I did not have a working knowledge of how the world functioned. I told myself little stories about magical beings that deftly controlled everything. As an adult I do not have my fanciful imagination there to explain to me the world, I have cold logic based upon observation and experimentation. Would I have made up those stories when I was young had I only been told the truth as we understood it instead of the farce parents tell us about Santa Clause and the Tooth Fairy? Perhaps not, and in the end I like who I am, therefore I have to come to terms that I would not be me without these lies. And yes they are lies. If it was a parent being misinformed about the world that would be a simple mistake, however when you know for a fact there are no beings who reward you simply for losing a tooth that is simply a lie. Or perhaps the parent has concluded they are Santa Clause now. What an honor, however it is self bestowed and therefore meaningless to others. And yet I read fiction. I can’t help but read it, I find it so interesting to delve into another world with new laws of reality. Perhaps that is the child that still resides in me wishing the world was more than it is. However the world is magical in its own way. Think about this. What is a chair? Think about a chair, imagine it. You have just pictured something, it has a definition, yet does not exist in reality, the idea of a chair that is. We call things chairs because they meet that definition, but does a cat acknowledge a definition? We are human and hold within us a world that reflects reality, and yet is unlike anything another animal will perceive. Where do concepts reside, in the mind alone? Then how do we transfer a concept to another? We use words and examples. Language is another world as well. It only makes sense if you’ve experienced the things talked about. How then can you talk with a child about anything since their experience is limited. Do they know what love, hate, sorrow, or joy is when they are born? We lead by example and some of us get it wrong. Emotions are the hardest to convey, as we usually do not define them other than being positive or negative, and say we have them when we might have another. Lust is not love, nor is the desire to be around someone else. I personally like the definitions Heinlein gave – “Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” Using those words can you say you love another, or do you just like them because they make you happy? If you love someone you cannot have jealousy as you would wish them to be happy, otherwise you would be full of sorrow. If they found someone they loved, then why would you feel jealousy? It would mean they could find happiness with them. You may not be pleased with them leaving you behind, but you would let them go without a fight because they wouldn’t be happy with you. Or if someone was only happy with many loves then you should let them, though you may leave them behind because it is not something you’d want to participate in. Just because you love someone, and or they love you as well, does not mean you belong with each other. We are so varied that it is impossible to match another perfectly, and you must discuss all things, and not assume that they want what you do. If you do not talk then your emotions for each other are false. You’ve conveyed nothing, therefore you only see what you want to see, or at worst your own reflection. No two people look at that chair the same, and some would say a stool is a chair as well, while others would not. Every thought must be conveyed openly, though it can cause pain, otherwise you are living a lie. Lies are one of the worst thing you can subject another to. Be open and honest. If they don’t like what you have to say, either work it out, or move on. Life is too short to waste time with someone you only think you know. You will either be accepted, or you will not. You can work out differences, but only through conversation. DO NOT shut yourselves away from each other. We all are a vast universe unto ourselves, learn to explore everyone, and perhaps a piece of them will begin residing within you. I have loved and lost. It has happened over and over. Mostly I am still friendly with everyone I’ve been with, but we were able to learn that what we had was not something that would last because we talked. There is no sorrow in those losses, only truth. I do miss my loves, but that does not mean I am sad that they are over. It happened, and the memory still plays on. I still can smile at all the times we shared, and I can look forward to sharing with them words while not in love. Do not cage your love, let them free. If they return to thee, then love will last. If they fly away, then you have learned something. Enjoy each day you have with another, it may be the last, but you can say you had a good time. I meant to focus on one subject, but as usual everything shifted to something else. I could write about love and relationships for days, but I will leave the topic for later as I’ve written nearly enough to satisfy my daily count for my book. In the end, do not lie, be honest, and let those you care about live their own lives. You should be there for each other, but don’t let that hinder what each of you want out of life.

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Update –  I woke up early, and yet I decided to do other things than write for the book. It is probably why this post is so long. I may write a bit this afternoon. Also Pancakes!

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

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Why do you read?

Why do I do what I do? Why do any of us? Personally I like to find things that entertain me. I’m entertained by my own words, so I write them. This is not because of a false sense of superiority as I do not think I’m the greatest writer in the world, but because it is fun to have a record of thoughts. When I write a novel and then I go through it again, and again, I see what was happening to me in my life. I might not be obvious to anyone else, but I can read a sentence I wrote and tell where I was in my life at that time. It is a strange type of recollection that comes to me, and it is mostly a sense of the emotional state I had, but it does spark a debate within myself as to whether I was in a good place or not. Knowing this about myself I tried to decipherer other author’s thoughts when I read them now. Were they depressed or happy at the time of these particular words. I’m sure I’m mistaken more often than naught, but it is enjoyable for me to try. I would say each word another writes allows a glimpse deeper into another than they may believe. While they may not have the same opinions as they illustrate in novels, you can still see what they think in the words they choose. I find it entirely too enjoyable to do anything else. I do enjoy reading for the story, as how can you not when you decide to give it a go yourself, but this secondary reason is just as much fun. So go out and re-read your favorites and see if you can find something hidden within.

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Update –  1,000 words written of the third book. Things are taking shape, and perhaps this mess that was created will foreshadow things to come.

“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”
― Ernest Hemingway

– Steven Oaks

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