Struggle

I struggle, not so much with writing, but with the social need to sell myself. To tweet, to Facebook, to blog on this post. These take time from writing, and yes I know I need to do this as well as the writing.  I also don’t submit enough. I need to do more of this. I have a book ready for an editor, and in the next month I’m going get that accomplished. That one I really enjoyed writing. A fantasy setting in a broken land that needed fixing, two strong female heroes that get dragged through the conflict of the story arc and a mystery to how the world came about. It’s a good story. It won’t be my last.

 

Thanks

One more person has bought Wolf: a Military P.A.C. Novel. Thank you, I hope you enjoy the story.

P.ersonal A.daptive C.omputer

P.A.C. is the advanced tech that resides at the heart of Wolf. It’s a machine that learns, grows, adapts, and can become independent with all that implies: free will. There are five of them in various states of growth by the ending chapter of Wolf. The man that invented them, Robert Scott, designed them as a single unit with each one being a node to the finished product. He has plans for them to be something larger than they are as individuals. But they have to get there first. What Robert didn’t understand when he made them was what the bonding process would do to each node. He forgot something: human beings are insane.

All of them.

Gerund Hillman

Gerund Hillman is the antagonist in Wolf: A Military P.A.C. Novel. When I wrote him I had in mind a man that was abused, verbally by his father, a control freak. His mother protected him, kept the abuse from becoming physical. Of course, this meant that Gerund saw her as weak, a martyr, and even a victim. he was just too young to realize just how strong she was. This dynamic led him to want power, to see it as a need and with that, the focus to know that money was a means to that power. To Gerund this was the same power his father had over him. Control. that was his drive, and it showed up in the dynamics he had with his version of P.A.C. the software developed by Samantha and Kerrigan that was adaptive. It just didn’t have the hardware modifications of the original P.A.C. units.

Creepy is what i thought of when I wrote him and when Faelon gave him his just desserts, well…I liked that scene. i had fun writing it. Gerund’s coming back in the second novel: Skinwalker.

Skinwalker

Skinwalker is the working title for the second novel in the Military P.A.C. novels.

Here’s an excerpt:

Frank reached slowly to his wallet and undid the chain, then he dragged the pig hide from his back pocket and tossed it to Jackie’s feet. “You don’t want to do that?” Frank itched to have a gun right now, or the knife strapped under his jacket, but that would take too long. Mostly he just wanted to back away from anything that smelled of gas. Too bad he couldn’t back away from himself. “You’re not ten feet from all that gas. It’s had enough time to build up a nice cloud of vapor. In all this cold it’s hanging around real good.”

“You know what a Cylon is?”

“Yeah kid, I do. Surprised you do.”

“F off then. I don’t need advice from a dead man.” He struck the flint-like cap of the roadside torch he held. An old one.

Frank started running in the opposite direction the sweet smell of gas clinging to him.

The torch flared up in a blaze of heat. Jack averted his eyes and threw the stick of fire.

Heat, thick and explosive welled up in a wall that drove Jack and the boys back from the motorcycle and the scream that ripped through the cold winter air.

Jack stared. He couldn’t move now that he had stopped. The heat felt like it was peeling the skin back from his cheek and the only thing cooling him down were the tears streaming over his face.

Something rolled into his leg as he wiped his nose with the back of his hand. Jack looked down. A toy motorcycle, its engine revving in a chaotic symphony of sound like a scream. So much like the scream rattling out of the burnt leathers on the road twenty feet away.

He picked it up. It was warm to his touch, then cold, and then warm again, as if it was shivering. He’d heard that burns made a man shiver like that, as if the nerves couldn’t figure out what was going on. A sob escaped his lungs, but he buried it before the boys behind him could see. Then he wiped at his face again, the motorcycle in his hand making his skin tingle as its Nano-fibers slid under his skin and a flush of chemicals followed.

He turned around and faced the two boys. “I got family now, right?” His hands hung at his side, he’d clenched them into fists not noticing the toy motorcycle was no longer in his hand.

“Yeah, Jackie, you got family.”

“Don’t call me that anymore.”

“Why not kid, it’s your name?”

Something slithered against his wrist, warm and cold, warm and cold, and it rumbled like an engine, or the shock pad of a gaming system. “No, it’s not. It’s Jack, and if you can’t use it right, I’ll find family that will.” He picked up the wallet and snapped the chain into place.

The two boys didn’t know where the steel in his voice came from but they listened real hard as they backed away from the crashed cycle and the wail of a police car in the distance.

Soon they were running away. Back to the area they called home and the leader of their gang. He called them his pack and that fit, because his name was Wolf.

 

 

Node Four: Name, Marlon. Primary Interface: Sergeant Frank Jackson Huer: Immolated.  Adapting. Primary Systems: Nominal. Organics Engine: online. Behavior and Emotional files: Abnormal. Command Structure: Missing.

Things Change

I’ve spent the last several months rewriting a book for an editor. It was on spec, and only a look see, but I thought the effort worth while. Well, he’s left the house that might have been interested and gone to another house that only deals with licensed works, which is not mine. And while my time wasn’t wasted — I have a much better product — I was disappointed. I think that this is how things work in the publishing word, or even most creative worlds when it comes to marketing.

Things change. People move to different jobs. I’ll still write though.

Hug something, today!

Wolf Pleases Another Reader

KL Mabbs’ book is an exciting and fast-paced read! While it has genre elements of military, sci-fi, fantasy, and even romance, this book is at heart a chase novel. You’ll feel cold, wet, exhausted and afraid for Michael and Faelon as they flee their enemies. You’ll feel the adrenaline and excitement as they turn around and go on the hunt. And you will feel the creep in the small of your back as you come to understand who is hunting the hunters. Pick it up, read it, and prepare for a long night by a nice fire as the winter winds howl straight through to the end!

Stuck

After two weeks of being stuck, not writing a damn thing, it’s over, I got the picture I needed to write the next chapter. I hate it when my obsession falls apart.

Samantha Ariyan

I had fun writing Samantha.

She’s a general in the Canadian Army of 2056, and a Liaison to the U.N. In this world the United Nations has power to act in defense of the world regardless of the voting countries. In this case it’s to keep the world in oil while it changes over to alternative power. There’s resistance. The States is slow to conform, relying on its own reserves. So is Iraq. But Samantha and her soldiers take what the world needs, as peacefully as possible.

When possible.

After the war, Samantha winds up with the Personal Adaptive Computer that belonged to her son. Due to the way it’s made, and bonded to its primary interface, it’s traumatized. It’s last order was to find an alternative Primary Interface. Samantha. She wants the link to her dead son and they soon come to an agreement that overrides the P.A.Cs self destruct mechanism.

Samantha is smart, sexy and aggressive. Follow her story in Wolf: A Military P.A.C. novel. Available at Amazon.

Love of Words

There’s an old Tibetan saying that kicks around in my memory quite often. It goes like this: Water is wet. Fire burns. When I think on what it means, it speaks of cycles; rain, and the clearing of ecologies so that new growth can take place. Every where I look I can see this kind of renewal. In a flood, a forest fire, the way pain makes us feel and the soothing caress of water that washes it away. Tears. Emotions. Being Human. Opposing forces. Conflict. The analogies go on. It’s what drives us and makes us look for meaning in the world.

Now-a-days I’ve added a line to that Tibetan scroll. Water is wet, Fire burns, Words have power.

It was a five dog day today. I smiled and I made someone laugh. I didn’t hurt anyone. I found more of the ending to a book I’m working on.

I hope you are all well hugged.