How about a quick easy project! How about quickly making a tool you will never want to be without!
Methinks java is dying. Web pages no longer support it. Google mail won’t send JAR files. There is little love for Java now. Interestingly enough, the media system for WordPress will not upload the JAR file. It seems that to many problems have happened and that Oracle has not bothered to maintain a standard of security for the programming system that others can still support.
In any case, I learned a lot from putting it together and had a lot of fun with it. I still go back to it for fun regularly, for me it never really gets old.
The Third book of the Headgames series, “Gossamer and Goblins,” is currently being edited. At 117,100 words I found a good ending so I am stopping it at that point. I believe a book should have a good ending even if it is in a series. It takes a bit of folding around of the plots and subplots to place a decent ending in a series. I think it is an effort worth making. Part of the “contract” between a writer and his reader is one of trust. When a reader goes through several books in a series there is an element of trust that the author will not cop out, fumble or otherwise mangle the ending. I am not generally a harsh judge of a book, but if a book ends on a weak note, the writer has to have had some pretty fine content for me to want to repeat the experience with a new book of theirs.
This book is one of the least serious examinations of free will that you can find. While it further examines the ramifications of destiny, free will and choice, I am not entirely sure that readers will notice. It seems more like a romp exploring the ramifications of having doorways into Fairy.
It also expands the examination of the battleground of church potluck meals that “Headgames II” started. Most importantly this book introduces one of my wife and my favorite characters, Dinodude. Not the fellow you see on the cover, the cover picture is obviously Ben.
Now that I have finished the book, the editing begins. While I crank out the words, I concern myself with plot, balance of mood and and a pathetic attempt to keep things simple. So I am done with writing the story and I think is a good story, Sadly though, that is not enough. I still have to try and make what I wrote conform to the rules of English. I also have to try and make things understandable and a bit less convoluted.
From the way it is shaping up I suspect this story will run to five or six books. When it looks like the tale is complete I plan to move to other writing projects. I will miss this one, I am beginning to get very fond of the characters and the world they live in.
Happy New Years! The second pass on editing is now half way done! The book is now 117,000 words. I am enjoying reading this story now that I have finished it.
The Second book of the Headgames series is now available on Kindle.
Ben is a thirteen year old boy who is suffering from poisoning, a missing leg and a missing eye. He has been forbidden by his doctor from entering Fairy until he gets over the poisoning and his bowel issues.
His immortal grandmother has recently passed away and will be needing a new body soon, so arrangements have been made to get Grandmother’s ancient skull to Caroline, a girl that Ben has loved since he was five, so that Grandmother can have a new host body.
Ben is setting off to go to sea in a ship crafted in Fairy by his little brother, Bran the Blessed, an ancient Giant from British prehistory. Hopefully, Ben can survive a few weeks of gently sailing while developing a tan.
In this book, Ben meets the Dark Fairy, Giant Spiders, Death, and Loki as he continues following his ancient destiny.
I sincerely hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it.
The first book of the Headgames series is now available on Kindle!
This story is about Benjamin Gray, a small twelve year old boy who has lived in fear most of his life. He has managed to smile and put one foot in front of the other despite his strong suspicions that this year may be his last.
It is February, 1977 and Ben has been summoned to visit his grandmother at her Winter House.
The Winter House is where the family keeps all the insane and infirm members of the family. Ben has stayed at the Winter House every summer since he was five and managed to make friends with his sad and broken relatives.
He fears that he will soon be joining his insane relative as one of them. That or be buried in the family cemetery where so many of the older stones are for children who died when they were only twelve. Ben has good reason for his fears. He has more than a few relatives with rather scary plans for him.
In a dark stone chamber, deep underground, Ben is about to meet the Fates, the three creatures that the Gods of old feared.
But doom is not what the Fates have planned for Ben. Soon he will be protecting his family from Goblins, negotiating with Fairies, dealing with Daemons and getting along with girls.
Despite the odds, Ben has a strong advantage. The Fates are on his side.
I have been exploring concepts that are shared in tales that cross cultures. Many of them have quite a bit of similarity. There are tales that resonate in ways, we as humans cherish. These stories have become common folk lore for more than a few civilizations. Many of these have been created almost the same despite gulfs of time, space, culture and language between them. Still others have been heard from travelers and adopted entirely into their new home. Some are remembered from so far back that the common origins are forgotten.
While exploring these iconic legends my wife and I started to create a fairly horrific and perpetually topical common theme in several of the sets of fairy tales and mythologies. We bantered these tales between us and misplaced or forgot as much as we remembered. While she was quite ill, I started writing this as an entertainment for my ailing wife.
I was also inspired by Mariachi music. Sad horrid tales of loss sung bravely and brightly. So instead of horror, I used all of the elements of horror while making a bright tale of constructive choices and high convictions told by a young boy on a background of ancient dark secrets and plots. By telling this story with elements taken from slacker movies with a bright mood overall, I am trying to sneak in the same essence of provocative thought that my wife and I have had discussing and arguing these tales between us.
A Fantasy book is an interesting thing. It describes a chosen metaphysics and physics and expects you to follow along with a theology that is rarely one we would choose in life. In this way fantasy is a bit subversive. As fantasy starts to incorporate faith and religion as many fine fantasy stories do, it is inevitable that these intriguing and often dark twists will lift the corners of beliefs that we have firmly tacked down. I delight in this. I feel that a faith should be examined. I prefer a living faith or even no faith at all to one that has been pasted in place. Religions, like politics, when accepted without understanding or compassion, have a bad history of leading towards war and hatred.
With this story that incorporates, ancient myth, fairy tales and a range of belief systems, I have set it in another seemingly mythical setting. The year 1977. This is the year that Apple, Commodore, and Radio Shack started selling computers to people. This is a time when phone books and paper maps were the guides to a city. This is a time when no one had cell phones.
This is the year that the movie “Star Wars,” changed the movie industry and experience. Before this year, only avid readers cared about fantasy or science fiction. Before this year, people often made the choice to stop being nerds as they grew up, since nerds were in many ways a persecuted minority. In 1977, Speed Racer, Gigantor and Astroboy were the only anime that anyone in the States knew of. Comic books where something that people gave up early. Even in Japan, Comic books were considered a fringe habit that one should give up as one matured.
For me, 1977 is even more magical. I met and married my true love that year. It is for her that these stories are written.
I give you the story of Ben, a twelve year old boy who will, I hope, become as dear to you as he is to me.