Take the hand dealt

New opportunities come and go

and I must move with the flow

Seeking a way to keep going

I look for what is showing

Luck be my friend

and lead me to a good end

The path set before me

I hope is one with just a little glory

I dream and write my words down

and that always chases away my frown

But to survive

I must try to thrive

There is so much left to do

I hope luck will find you too

 

What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written. It almost surpasses what I’ve written elsewhere in word count. Things are going very well indeed.

“You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.”
― Cormac McCarthy

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Night Sky

The infinity of space

The emptiness of that dark place

Filled with stars it is not

They are like a thin coating of dust

on the depths of the ocean

Yet there is life

there is hope

We can see the vast reality

We can dream of possibilities

And when we stare up at the night sky

We are free to fly

 

What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written. Actually a little more. I think this book knows where it’s going. So as the rower, I keep on rowing

“Which one of us, anywhere in the world, doesn’t yearn to be believed when the audience is watching?”
― Gene Wilder

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Walk On Excerpt: part 2

When John Quinn opened his eyes, it was with surprise. He was certain he had just been shot. He suddenly moved his hands across his body in a panic but felt no injury. In fact, he felt fine, more than fine. But he had been shot. Was he dead? He had never believed in an afterlife yet here he was.

Thinking he was more likely to be in a hospital, he looked around to gain his bearings. He realized he was reclining in an old orange chair with a stool propping up his feet. Shelves filled with what looked to be broken egg shells surrounded him. The metal shelves looked to be old and rusting, but the egg shells glowed and pulsed with an inner light that illuminated the room. There was something unnatural about the glow. It filled him with an anxiety he couldn’t quite place.

Cautiously and unable to resist his curiosity he reached over to touch one of the remnants and received an electric shock for his troubles. Pulling his hand away quickly to cradle in the other he saw his fingers leave blurred afterimages in the air.

“You really shouldn’t touch those. Sometimes they cause strange effects,” he heard a woman’s voice say with just a hint of humor.

Tearing his eyes away from his own hands John glanced around to locate the source of this voice. Peaking behind one of the many aisles he spotted a young woman who was smiling mischievously. She watched expectantly with a pair of mismatched eyes, one brown, the other blue. Her short, light brown hair was wild and unkempt, sticking out in thick waves like a raging ocean. She had a thin face with the soft jaw line of youth and a faded hollowness to her cheeks. Her features were otherwise plain. She would not be recognized as a beautiful woman, but there was something appealing about her nonetheless.

“Who are you? Where am I?” John croaked. His throat seemed horribly dry and speaking caused him pain.

“It doesn’t matter, does it? You’re alive after all. That’s better than you would’ve been without us,” she smiled wildly, almost maniacally, and began to walk towards him like a cat stalking its prey.

She wore a black suit like a man, but the curve of her hip and the swell of her breasts were pronounced as she strode forward. Her lips where full and lush, and her small nose curved upward, making her smile seem even more menacing.

“What do you want from me?” he asked, this time sounding less like a frog as he pushed himself further into the chair, unsure what threat this woman might pose.

“Maybe nothing, but we shall see,” she grinned evilly while leering down at him. “Now stand up and follow me.”

Wishing he could disappear into the chair to get away from the crazed looking woman, he felt his hair stand on end. Out of the corners of his eyes he could see his arms starting to sprout even thicker hair, and his hands began to curl into beastly and gnarled paws like some animal.

“You seem to react well enough, but you need to calm down and meet our first traveler,” she smiled more gently at him now.

“You do have a way of stirring up emotions Ella, but now that he’s passed your test we have to get him over to the First. We won’t know how well he might work with us without that,” a man said, surprising John.

Emerging from behind another set of shelves, a well dressed man wearing a similar suit revealed himself. He appeared to be in his forties, and his closely cropped hair, obviously once dark, was now streaked with gray. Calmly he walked forward to stand behind the woman he had called Ella. His cold blue eyes peered down at John. He had an air of authority about him, and Ella stepped aside to give the man more space. He must be in charge, John thought.

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What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written. Latest book goes very well, though I don’t know where these dang characters are leading me.

“Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.”
― Ray Bradbury

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Walk On Excerpt

  • Prologue

The rain pounding the pavement made a beat and each step he took was in time. His ragged shoes filled with water as the pools and puddles he trod through seeped into the old fabric and broken soles.

He had hoped for just one more day of clear skies but it seemed he’d waited too long to make this trip. He was glad the frequently crowded sidewalks outside the open-air mall were nearly vacant, but a few people were still soldiering through the misery.

The strangers he passed throughout the area all had umbrellas save for himself. He had been in a hurry and left his own at home. He kept his hands buried in his pockets and his head down as he walked briskly down the walkway.

He had hoped the earlier break in the storm would last when he drove himself here. Luck it seemed was not on his side. He cursed his forgetfulness. But it should not have surprised him. He was used to being disappointed, in himself and the world around him. Now his cotton hoodie and jeans were soaked, weighing him down even more.

Everyone he knew had deserted him, and the recent death of his closest friend had left him adrift in life. Trying to find some sense of solace he had become addicted to his loneliness. He became sullen and isolated himself from the rest of the world. He no longer let even his coworkers know anything about him, and each time they struck up a conversation he skillfully avoided saying anything.

Being divorced and in his thirties didn’t help. He had let himself go and had developed a small potbelly working a desk job and from lack of exercise. He didn’t feel up to it anymore, and didn’t feel interested in looking for another woman to give his heart to. They always left anyway, leaving him even more broken. He didn’t think he could stand that again. Loneliness was his only companion these days. He couldn’t think of a reason why he continued, and yet he still did.

Today’s trip to restock his ever diminishing supply of food and necessities had brought him here. His local store had been shut down for remodeling just for today and he hadn’t known in advance, otherwise this trip would have been over already. The closest place he could buy groceries was this stylish mall, a popular haunt of hipsters and the pseudo-rich. He supposed he could have purchased much of what he needed at a gas station, but he hated those dirty places even more.

The contrast of bright lights and the swell of dark clouds over head made it hard to see. Dazzled and blinded one moment by gleaming lamp lights and the incomprehensibly intense illumination of lightning, to then be cast into the shadows of the storm, his eyes could not adjust.

His legs were already aching from the long walk through this open mall. Store front windows filled with fashion and specialty food beckoned with an inviting glow through the deluge. Stop here for a spell, get dry, warm, and buy these clothes you don’t need, food that is overly sweet or salty, and join our rewards program that will barrage your email with spam. He complained mentally that the grocery store didn’t have a parking lot closer to its entrance. Groaning in tired remorse and wondering if it was time to take up his evening walks again, he pressed on.

Regretting his decision already and wanting to return home with the possibility of simply ordering something for delivery, he stepped through yet another puddle. The darkness concealed the depths of the water, tripping him on the hidden pothole, causing him to lurch into a passerby.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” the man shouted in irritation. The stranger’s greasy hair and long coat trailed behind as he glared in anger. This was the only other person he had seen in a while. They didn’t have an umbrella either and looked thoroughly irritated by that fact.

Trying to avoid eye contact with the homeless looking man, he didn’t pause to apologize. He merely straightened himself and moved past, trying to ignore the hostility.

“Hey buddy, did you hear me?” the man shouted, almost growling.

Still trying to get away and having no interest in speaking to anyone today, he spotted his destination. The glowing sign that marked the entrance to this grocery store spilled light across the newly formed pools, causing them to glimmer with an eldritch green.

Suddenly thunder boomed and he was shoved to the ground by some unseen force. Pain blossomed throughout his body, and he curled into himself.

Only able to focus on the all consuming sensation of dying he didn’t hear the heavy footfalls of the fleeing man. Moaning in pain he opened his eyes in the hope of seeing some rescue, but the streets remained empty and he took his last shuddering breath, alone and unloved.

 

What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written. Still excited that I get to share what I write

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”

― Oscar Wilde

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Walk On Excerpt

  • Prologue

The rain pounding the pavement made a beat and each step he took was in time. His ragged shoes filled with water as the pools and puddles he trod through seeped into the old fabric and broken soles.

He had hoped for just one more day of clear skies but it seemed he’d waited too long to make this trip. He was glad the frequently crowded sidewalks outside the open-air mall were nearly vacant, but a few people were still soldiering through the misery.

The strangers he passed throughout the area all had umbrellas save for himself. He had been in a hurry and left his own at home. He kept his hands buried in his pockets and his head down as he walked briskly down the walkway.

He had hoped the earlier break in the storm would last when he drove himself here. Luck it seemed was not on his side. He cursed his forgetfulness. But it should not have surprised him. He was used to being disappointed, in himself and the world around him. Now his cotton hoodie and jeans were soaked, weighing him down even more.

Everyone he knew had deserted him, and the recent death of his closest friend had left him adrift in life. Trying to find some sense of solace he had become addicted to his loneliness. He became sullen and isolated himself from the rest of the world. He no longer let even his coworkers know anything about him, and each time they struck up a conversation he skillfully avoided saying anything.

Being divorced and in his thirties didn’t help. He had let himself go and had developed a small potbelly working a desk job and from lack of exercise. He didn’t feel up to it anymore, and didn’t feel interested in looking for another woman to give his heart to. They always left anyway, leaving him even more broken. He didn’t think he could stand that again. Loneliness was his only companion these days. He couldn’t think of a reason why he continued, and yet he still did.

Today’s trip to restock his ever diminishing supply of food and necessities had brought him here. His local store had been shut down for remodeling just for today and he hadn’t known in advance, otherwise this trip would have been over already. The closest place he could buy groceries was this stylish mall, a popular haunt of hipsters and the pseudo-rich. He supposed he could have purchased much of what he needed at a gas station, but he hated those dirty places even more.

The contrast of bright lights and the swell of dark clouds over head made it hard to see. Dazzled and blinded one moment by gleaming lamp lights and the incomprehensibly intense illumination of lightning, to then be cast into the shadows of the storm, his eyes could not adjust.

His legs were already aching from the long walk through this open mall. Store front windows filled with fashion and specialty food beckoned with an inviting glow through the deluge. Stop here for a spell, get dry, warm, and buy these clothes you don’t need, food that is overly sweet or salty, and join our rewards program that will barrage your email with spam. He complained mentally that the grocery store didn’t have a parking lot closer to its entrance. Groaning in tired remorse and wondering if it was time to take up his evening walks again, he pressed on.

Regretting his decision already and wanting to return home with the possibility of simply ordering something for delivery, he stepped through yet another puddle. The darkness concealed the depths of the water, tripping him on the hidden pothole, causing him to lurch into a passerby.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” the man shouted in irritation. The stranger’s greasy hair and long coat trailed behind as he glared in anger. This was the only other person he had seen in a while. They didn’t have an umbrella either and looked thoroughly irritated by that fact.

Trying to avoid eye contact with the homeless looking man, he didn’t pause to apologize. He merely straightened himself and moved past, trying to ignore the hostility.

“Hey buddy, did you hear me?” the man shouted, almost growling.

Still trying to get away and having no interest in speaking to anyone today, he spotted his destination. The glowing sign that marked the entrance to this grocery store spilled light across the newly formed pools, causing them to glimmer with an eldritch green.

Suddenly thunder boomed and he was shoved to the ground by some unseen force. Pain blossomed throughout his body, and he curled into himself.

Only able to focus on the all consuming sensation of dying he didn’t hear the heavy footfalls of the fleeing man. Moaning in pain he opened his eyes in the hope of seeing some rescue, but the streets remained empty and he took his last shuddering breath, alone and unloved.

 

What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written. Still excited that I get to share what I write

“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

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Military Terms

Well here I am writing this book about space flight between worlds. Of course there’s going to be some sort of command structure, otherwise things may get chaotic.

So while my writing flowed very well, I had to stop to look up military ranking several times. More and more people keep showing up! Of course you need an engineer… oh and who’s your navigator? Security officer? Why not? Communications, well of course. Ensigns, Lieutenants, all sorts of officers and offices… well this is just fun… right?

What’s so sad is that I’m pulling much of this from memory of Star Trek and the like, and then double and triple checking everything to make sure I’m accurate. I suppose I could do that when I go back and edit, but I tend to edit the previous day’s work the next day too. I know it’s strange, but apparently Hemingway used to go back from the very start of each book before he started the day’s writing.

I’m no Hemingway, but that’s what I do to keep myself engaged with the story. I could just assume I remember everything that just happened, but then I think I might wind up missing something and have to re-write whole scene. So this generally leads me into hours and hours of research.

Ranks aren’t that bad really, but there are some situations that require a bit more work. Like calculating a trajectory of a vessel that is off target. Weee math! Luckily I’ve generally been considered good at math since high school. But I’m no rocket scientist. I guess I’ll have to nerd out for a while before I commit anything in this book.

I guess it’s just the first draft anyway, but I like to get things right the first time. For now I’ll leave such area’s marked so I can go back, but I’ll likely get sidetracked for hours again looking up something. Risk of the trade I suppose.

Anyway, back to work. Good day to you all!

 

What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written. Happy work!

“One more dance along the razor’s edge finished. Almost dead yesterday, maybe dead tomorrow, but alive, gloriously alive, today.”
― Robert Jordan

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Writing Revival

I seem to be having no difficulty writing any more. All I have to do is sit down in front of my computer and the words generally flow right out of me.

This only happened after I changed to a different book than the one I was writing. I was really stuck, and still am stuck on what to do next with that one. That’s what you get when you have a plan and then those dang people you make don’t want to go along with it.

Luckily this book so far is making up its own characters, and all I have to do is sit back and figure out their names. This is another reason I like the internet so much. Sure I could get a book of baby names and look through all of them, but here on the internet I can type in specifically what I want.

I don’t know if I’m the only one that goes out of their way to at least get one of the character’s names to have a meaning to the character. Like if they’re supposed to be dark-haired or something, I look for that. Or if they’re the leader type, I’ll find a name that matches. Sometimes it’s their first name, and sometimes it’s their last, but it’s something I take care with every time.

That being said, so far this book has so many people just jumping out of the woodwork I’m not sure what to do. I try to get their names, and then all of a sudden they’re gone, likely never to be seen again and another one shows up. It’s like playing wack-a-mole with names. Hasn’t really slowed me down yet, but if I wind up with a hundred different names, I could likely have written another book in the time I spent looking for something suitable.

But I’m having fun again. I wasn’t there for several months, and that’s likely why the other book wasn’t moving forward very fast. I just kept editing the first few chapters over and over again, and then writing maybe a few paragraphs. Now though, I edit the last days work, and move on to the next 1,000 words or so.

So right now, I’m doing pretty good with this whole writing thing. I hope you are doing well with whatever projects you’re working on.

 

What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written. doing pretty well.

“Story is honorable and trustworthy; plot is shifty, and best kept under house arrest.”
― Stephen King

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Inspection of my own Sleep

I apparently have issues when it comes to sleeping the entire night through. I think I’ve talked about this before, but I’ve been keeping track recently of this schedule.

I apparently am unable without sleep medicine to sleep longer than 4 hours. At that point I will always get up, as I’m thirsty or have to use the bathroom. Any attempt to try to get to sleep only results in me rolling around in bed. The only solution I have found is that I must get up and read, or do something for around 2 hours. Then, and only then is it possible that I shall return to sleep.

Of course I can only sleep for a maximum of 2 hours more after that. Meaning in total in a day with that type of schedule I will only at most get 6 hours of sleep. If I try to force myself to sleep more, or if I have used medicine to receive 8 hours of sleep I feel lethargic and groggy the rest of the day.

I’ve made a habit of not drinking caffeinated beverages 12 hours before my planned sleep time, and that seems to help getting to sleep, but does nothing for lengthening the time asleep. I’ve also abstained from caffeine before, and it does little save I’m more tired in the early part of the day.

Now the reason I’ve been keeping track of this is that I read an article a few years ago about how many people have different sleep patters. One such pattern is the one I’m talking about with my own. There are people who need to get up and do something in the middle of the night, otherwise they will not return to sleep. It is a huge hassle, but I’ve been getting more reading done.

Perhaps in the future I’ll turn my computer on and do some writing or editing, because I can tell you the world is dead at 2-4 in the morning. Otherwise I feel like I’m wasting my waking hours on pointlessly unproductive things. I try to keep busy, but these night-time vigils that come about are annoying. Luckily I’ve been able to get away with it here recently.

So to those of you that have no issue sleeping, count yourselves very fortunate.

 

What I’ve published

Walk On

Walk On Cover

click here for a link to the book

Outsider Trilogy

Outsiders-Book-Cover-RGB-web-safeClick here for a link to the book

Poetry

poems_front2

Link to my author page on Amazon – hhttp://www.amazon.com/Steven-Oaks/e/B00MEGSEZ6

Link to the Deathship book in the CreateSpace store – https://www.createspace.com/5023771

Or you can help me out on Patreon. Again, thank you. https://www.patreon.com/StevenOaks

Update: 1,000 words written for the so called satire, that seems it’s turning into a space drama.

“The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.”
― Poppy Z. Brite

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