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Writing Prompt # 306

01 Sunday Mar 2015

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orange006No, I have not been writing these prompts in order, but never fear, I AM writing. Enjoy!

Writing Prompts that don’t suck: #360 Every morning I wake up in the armpit of this alien world.

Every morning I wake up in the armpit of this alien world and wonder if today is the day something different happens. I always climb out of bed and pray that the wind isn’t blowing from the east and that today is the day I catch some lead, some break that will help me get out of here. And preferably not in the hold of a slaving ship.

Hougon is a trading world; with little of its own resources being considered valuable to the galaxy at large, the native inhabitants opened their skies and their stations and their very planet to traders from all over the galaxy – on the condition that Hougon remained neutral in all galactic conflicts. The flip side is that any law enforced by anyone other than Hougon, did not apply here – and Hougon laws were surprisingly few. Basically, don’t steal someone else’s wares, don’t mess with the locals and don’t eat their Jumlas. This meant that basically anything went – especially if you were not a native of Hougon – which I was not. You’re probably wondering what a Jumla is, aren’t you? Well they’re a sacred animal and it wanders around here happily munching on whatever it likes- even your tunic if you’re not careful – but if you should shoo it off or kill one, you’re also basically dead. It looks to me like a cross between a kangaroo, a sloth and some kind of reptile. It’s an herbivore – I think – and it as large sad eyes, but I wouldn’t dare anyone to get anywhere near those massive claws or the scaled spines down it’s back and tail. The Jumla are why I always hope that the wind is not blowing from the east.

Below this city, which is called Rim, sits a deep caldera. In that caldera the Hougon mine their only valuable resource – a metal used in star drives of all kinds for its resistance to the atomic decay that can happen in faster than light engines. In that caldera also is a nesting site for the Jumla. Both of these things produce an odour akin to a mixture of rotting vegetation and burning hair.

This morning, the wind is blowing from the east, so when I scramble out of my little bunk in the back of the tavern on Givka street, I pull a scarf over my nose and mouth to dull the stink. Every day I loop around the slavers district, and the gamblers district and down to the market. The gamblers district often pay debts by having the debtors sold into slavery and since that kind of destiny is not one that I look forward to, I do my best to escape their notice since being a human female here is both rare and entirely too tempting for many slavers.

The Terran Alliance is a small empire in this galaxy and even though many of our adventurers range to the farthest reaches, most of the other species regard us with a level of suspicion, and/or contempt that makes it hard for me, a female pilot of excellent skill, to find work. I was marooned here when my then-captain fell into some trouble while drinking in the gambling district. Needless to say, when he could not pay, the den-owner sold him to some Serellians, along with this first mate and two of the crew to settle the dept. I only managed to escape that fate because I had decided to visit the silk bazaar instead. I may be a spacer pilot, but I like a few pretty things. By the time I found out what had happened they were all long gone and the ship had been sold by the enterprising Gorn who owned the repair bay we’d taken her to the week before for a routine overhaul.

And that is how I came to be shipless and creditless on this stinking armpit of a planet. Even the Hougon stink; a strange wet-dog kind of smell they seem to find attractive and so cultivate. The market as usual is already filled with people. I head to the cantina at the end of the plaza and join the crowd of pilots for hire. One or two of them are sort of friendly, one is a real pig of a being – literally – and the rest tend to ignore me. A young Hougon by the name of Jeed bounded up to me with a grin on his face – it takes a while to understand that the teeth-baring is a smile. He likes me because I rescued him from a Serellian bully on my first week here. I also pay him in sweets for information. I hope I get a good tip soon, my finances, and my candies, are running out.

“Miss!” he hisses, “Miss!” he takes my hand in his and pulls me forward and I follow. I have only my freedom to lose but I’m more than certain that Jeed’s intentions are pure as he leads me to a table near the back of the cantina.

“Is this the pilot you were talking about?” a voice says as Jeed approaches with me in tow. I almost feel weak in the knees at hearing a human accent come out from under the hat. The man tilts his face up to look at me and I nearly jump up and down with glee.

“Pilot! Yes!” says Jeed and holds his hand out to me. I hand him a candy automatically and the man in the hat laughs. Jeed scurries way to lick his prize into oblivion and I seat myself across from the spacer.

“So, I hear you need a pilot.”

“A good one too. Little guy seems to think you fit the bill.”

“I do,”

“So what are you doing in this shit hole?”

“Captain got a case of the gambles and got himself and the rest of them slaved up. I just happened to miss out on the party.”

“Ship?”

“Gorns.”
“Ah,” he nodded and beckoned the waitress over. Her mane was decorated with tiny beads that clicked as she moved. The spacer ordered some drinks and a share plate and I felt my stomach rumble.

“What’s the job?” I asked, trying not to sound too desperate, even though I was.

“Here to Moloch station. My regular pilot is laid up with a serious case of what looks like measles, but what the doc assures me is some non-contagious fungal issue. Makes his depth perception and his personality all backwards. By the time we get to Moloch we should know if he’s done with the piloting business or not.”

Moloch, while not in the best part of the galaxy, was a damn site better for me than the armpit of the galaxy.

“That seems like a decent run for me. What kind of pay are we talking?”

“Standard for the first three months, then we talk about raising it. Berth and board included of course. 6% on trades we make and 15% danger pay on top.”

“More than fair.”

“Any questions for me?”

“What’s your cargo?”

“Whatever we can get. Most of it’s legal, some of it’s not. Is that a problem?”

“No,” I said. Whatever misgivings I had could be dealt with once I was out of this hellhole.

“Name’s Brannigan,” he said and leaned forward to shake my hand.

“Zara,” I said, using my spacer name. It did no good to use my real name – even as far out in the boondocks as this.

“Nice to meet you, Zara,” he said and tipped the waitress generously when the food arrived “Let’s eat and drink on it.”

“To a profitable voyage,” I replied and took a drink from the blue bubbling concoction he’d ordered. In spite of the stink in the air, I felt better than I had in months. We ate and chatted until the food was gone and then stood to part ways.

“We’re finished loading at nine hundred tomorrow. Be there an hour before,”

“Deal,” I said and walked into the crowds. Now that I had the name of the ship, I was going to go have a look at what I’d be flying for the eighteen month trip to Moloch. I found the berth easily enough and felt a moment of confusion when I saw the ship. This was not your average run of the mill pirate ship the way Brannigan had made it sound. No way. This was pretty darn new in comparison to all the other ships at port, for one and for two, looked like an Alliance battlecruiser that had been converted for cargo. In fact the new name “Gillian” on the hull was painted over the old designation numbers. I could barely make them out, but they were legible enough for me to let out a tiny whistle.

TASS77017 which, if I was not mistaken, had been the designation of the Terran Alliance flagship, which had vanished into thin air with all her crew 20 years ago. If this was that ship, how had Brannigan come by it and if he hadn’t, did that mean he was one of the vanished crew? So many questions rushed through my head. I decided then and there that I wasn’t going back to my rented bunk in the tavern. I was staying here to observe my new ship. If I was going to be flying with a ghost crew I wanted to make sure they didn’t leave without me.

Word Count: 1587
Reading: The Illustrated man – Ray Bradbury
Drinking: Okanagan Spring Berry Cider
Eating: Nacho Tortillas

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Geek Moment: Orphan Black

06 Sunday Apr 2014

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tumblr_inline_mxgm2uCrI81qhb6duThere are seldom shows on tv that get me worked up and excited for their premier – even as a die hard trekkie in my youth the season premier of the current incarnation wasn’t an event the way is has become for some recent shows. Most of the shows I love I have on dvd as soon as possible and marathon the crap out of them. You know, Heroes, Alias, Dr. Who, Castle, The Mentalist, Breaking Bad, Dark Angel. Star Trek.

But there are a few I just can’t wait for. These days it’s Game of Thrones, obviously and Orphan Black. I probably don’t have to explain my obsession with Game of Thrones – it’s so different from other series in it’s genre that it pretty much sells itself. However, that is another post.

Orphan Black is something else again.

Up until this show, Canadian TV has been relatively limited to semi-successful comedy – at least outside of Canada. You know, Trailer Park Boys, Red Green, Kids in the Hall, Rick Mercer and This Hour has 22 Minutes. Recently some very high quality shows have come out of the Canadian Film industry; Continuum, Bomb Girls and Flash Point are among my favourites. (And if you’ve never seen Street Legal, DaVinci’s Inquest, Beachcombers, Due South or Road to Avonlea, you’re missing out on some very good Canadian Television.) I’ll be nice and give you the list of Canadian TV that’s out there so you can check it out later.

Canadian television is often underrated.

Enter Orphan Black: Not only have we got some tight and excellent writing, and some brilliant camera work, but we have an excellent cast. Tatiana Maslany, who plays our lead character and her clones does an amazing job. If you don’t know the premise, it starts with Sarah seeing a woman in the train station who, when she turns around, looks exactly like her. Before Sarah can say or do anything, the woman steps in front of the train. Being short on cash, Sarah hesitates only a few moments before she scoops up the other woman’s purse and assumes her identity. Shortly thereafter she discovers that she and several other women are clones. By the time I was done the first episode I was hooked. Hubs asked me what I was watching when I was partway through and I could only wave my hand at him. He sat down next to me and neither of us said a word for the next two episodes.

Because there are only ten episodes in a season, the suspense is drawn tight from the first. Questions are answered only to raise more questions. The last episode was such a cliff hanger that I shouted at the TV screen when it was over. “Noo!” So yes, I am excited about the premier this Season. Watch the trailer and catch up as fast as you can!

(re)Watching: Orphan Black
Listening to: Heaven Knows – The Pretty Reckless
Reading: Ruin & Beauty – Patricia Young
Eating: Perogies
Drinking: iced tea
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Take a ride outside with me: I promise we won’t take the highway

30 Sunday Mar 2014

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Leeloo-the-fifth-element-30697856-100-100Yesterday, while my chums and I were visiting the lovely lady Lindsie with her birthday presents, there was a moment in our conversation when we were talking about how awesome it was to love nerdy things and about which things that contributed to our geekdom. Or nerdism. I’m fuzzy on which is which, but honestly, the bottom line is that we all love things that some others consider nerdy or geeky. You know, things like Star Wars, the Dark Crystal, Back to the Future, Star Trek , Lord of the Rings and X-Files. We don’t just like them, we love them. These things are what shaped our childhoods and who we are as adults. One said that she wanted to start a blog about being a nerd mom because she was enjoying raising her son as a geek. Nerd. Whatever: She is raising her son to embrace what he loves without fear of mockery and I think that is awesome.

But that got me thinking; what makes me a geek? I came to “mainstream” geekdom relatively late and from a relatively roundabout way. It’s kind of interesting that my early experience with science fiction and even fantasy was quite unlike my friends even though we share a love of many things, from X Files to a shirtless Thor – though that may have a teeny bit to do with Chris Hemsworth’s ridiculous abs. We’ll never tell.

I remember someone asking a four year old me what I wanted to be when  grew up. My instant answer was “Tarzan”. (Who wouldn’t want to swing around in the trees and talk to animals?) I had been reading the tattered comics that I had found in the secret storage footstool in my aunt a uncle’s house. By ‘reading’ I mean I had been poring over the pictures of a man in a spotted loincloth swinging through the trees, talking to panthers and other animals and watching the cartoon version that was on on Saturday mornings. I’d go back to those over and over, along with the stories in the old ‘Boy’s Own Annual that were in the stairwell bookshelves featuring Allan Quartermain, the fairy tales from Grimm, Hans Christian Anderson and others where girls would cut their fingers off to make rungs for a ladder so they could escape the witches trap, or houses ran about on giant chicken legs.

My mother adored the story of the twelve dancing princesses and there was more than one version of this tale in our house. She read me The Wind in the Willows, Ransome’s Swallows and Amazons, anything from the Serendipity series by Cosgrove and James, and Uncle Wiggly. We watched All Creatures Great and Small and Good Neighbours along with Disney specials. We watched Swiss Family Robinson and we read Robinson Crusoe and Crusoe of Lonesome Lake. I read Owls in the Family, the Dog Who Wouldn’t Be and other Farley Mowat Books. I read Bel Ria, The Incredible Journey and Seal Morning among other animal themed tales. I remember one with foxes, but I can never remember what it was called. I watched a cartoon called Belle and Sebastian religiously and Kimba the White Lion whenever we could find it and this was my introduction to anime. When I was 7, I started to read Born Free because it was about lions. It took me a long time, but I finished the whole thing. I devoured all the Black Stallion books and the Silver Brumby series during my ‘horse phase’.

But I came to science fiction relatively late. I recall watching the original Star Wars at a friends sixth birthday. Well, it was on, but we were playing so I only remember a few parts, namely the part where Luke finds out that ‘Ben Kenobi’ is actually Obiwan. But then I stumbled across a book called ‘Enchantress from the Stars’, that flipped my preconceived notions about science fiction on its head. I must have been eight or nine and somehow I had gotten it into my head that science fiction was for boys. But this book was different. Not only was it written by a woman, the main character was female and it tackled subjects that went beyond the mundane that we had been tackling in class by reading Ramona Quimby and the Mouse and the Motorcycle.

I loved it, and I wanted more. Being a solitary kid, books were my best friends and now there was a whole new section at the library available to me. In fact, nothing was off limits, even the Agatha Christie mystery novels my grandmother had stashed in the attic bedroom. I devoured them all. Around this time the terribly drawn Thundercats started airing on TV on Saturday morning, followed by Disney spinoffs. (I became a rabid Thundercats fan, Cheetara was the answer to my earlier Tarzan aspirations it seemed.) I didn’t care what was on, I needed my cartoon fix and this came to include a strange interpretation of Hercules, Darkwing Duck, Transformers, She-Ra and her questionably oriented brother He-Man, The Last Unicorn, Jem and the Misfits, X Men and anything else that the network would air.

Then I discovered the weird and wonderful world of science fiction and fantasy from the UK and Australia. Shows like The Snow Spider, Chocky, The Girl From Tomorrow, Escape from Jupiter and Round the Twist. It was also about this time in my life that Disney produced their Witch Mountain series which was right up my alley.

In junior high I became obsessed with Star Trek in all it’s incarnations and at this point I didn’t care if society called me names for loving a TV show. They just had no idea. I dabbled in Babylon Five, devoured Red Dwarf, X Files, Highlander, the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy and was introduced to new favourites like Labyrinth, The Dark Crystal, the Last Starfighter and endless fantasy series starting with Katherine Kerr’s Deverry series, anything by Tanith Lee and Tad Williams’ Memory, Sorrow and Thorn.

In high school, The Fifth Element and Hackers were instant favourites. I loved Lara Croft of Tomb Raider fame because of my earlier desire to see a woman do things that Allan Quartermain and Indiana Jones had done before.  I played Nintendo, Quake, DnD and American McGee’s Alice. I watched Xena: Warrior Princess and started watching sci-fi classics and B movies. I finally watched Demolition Man, Alien Terminator and Tank Girl. I read Orwell, H.G. Wells and Atwood. I discovered the Matrix.

But it wasn’t until I gained regular access to the internet that I realized just how much awesome I had been missing with only thirteen channels and a limited local library. I had seen a few episodes of the black and white Mystery Science Theatre at a friends house once, but had never seen more than that. I had missed out entirely on Doctor Who, Stargate, the original Battlestar Galactica and a plethora of comics, games, movies and books my little town didn’t stock. At least I hadn’t known where to look. I missed out on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series – namely because at first I wasn’t sure they could top the campy awesomeness that was the movie. The movie which my friend Am could quote from beginning to end.

And all this ANIME!! I had seen the anime that had been available on our local stations; namely Inuyasha and Sailor Moon, as well as a few of a questionable variety including Outlanders (which involved a girl with horns), Urusei Yatsura (which involved a girl in a tiger bikini) and Akira(which involved a lot of blood) at a boyfriend’s house, but I hadn’t realized just how much there was, or how many different sub-genres there were.

So I am now an internet junkie. I game, I watch copious amounts of anime, I watch shows like Vikings, Game of Thrones, Firefly and Castle.* I read novels by Elizabeth Bear, Haruki Murakami, Phillip K Dick, Phillip Jose Farmer, China Mieville, Chuck Wendig and Orhan Pamuk. I read poetry. I read history books, biographies and watch documentaries. I read theory and code and collect words. I read until my eyes dry out. I write until my hands cramp up. My brain is full of thousands of sparkling nuggets of information.

My life is rich. If that is what it means to be a geek, or a nerd, then by all means, so be it.

*My lists are by no means comprehensive because that would be a ridiculously long post.

Reading: Ready Player One – Ernest Cline
Listening to: Fly By Night – The Glitch Mob
About to watch: Michael Kohlhaas
Eating: Tuna Salad
Drinking: Raspberry/Cranberry juice

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Railsea :: China Mieville

16 Saturday Mar 2013

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China Mieville does it again. Railsea is the tale of Sham Yes ap Soorap, a young man who sets out to make his fortune by joining a moletrain. I love the world building in Mr. Mieville’s fiction and this is no exception. In this world, the sea is composed of rails stretching over dangerous stretches of ground inhabited by monstrous moles, carnivorous rabbits and massive beetles. The known world is limited only by how far the rails stretch and the terribly poisoned soil over which the rails run. Rocky outcrops mark the world’s ports and cities. Sometimes the world, peopled as it is by such strange and wonderful creations, take over from the actual story, Sham’s story, but the reader is never disappointed. In a nod to Melville’s Moby Dick, Sham’s train hunts a giant white mole, but Sham’s discovery of some mysterious photographs may lead to the most startling, and perhaps lucrative, discovery yet.

I admit I devoured this book in record time and I can’t resist giving it a full 5 stars.

Here’s one of my favourite quotes from the book:

“There was a time when we did not form all our words as we do now, in writing on a page. There was a time when the word “&” was written with several distinct & separate letters. It seems madness now. But there it is, & there is nothing we can do about it.

Humanity learned to ride the rails, & that motion made us what we are, a ferromaritime people. The lines of the railsea go everywhere but from one place straight to another. It is always switchback, junction, coils around & over our own train-trails.

What word better could there be to symbolize the railsea that connects & separates all lands, than “&” itself? Where else does the railsea take us, but to one place & that one & that one & that one, & so on? & what better embodies, in the sweep of the pen, the recurved motion of trains, than “&”?

An efficient route from where we start to where we end would make the word the tiniest line. But it takes a veering route, up & backwards, overshooting & correcting, back down again south & west, crossing its own earlier path, changing direction, another overlap, to stop, finally, a few hairs’ width from where we began.

& tacks & yaws, switches on its way to where it’s going, as we all must do.”
― China Miéville, Railsea

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