Yeah, I’m burning out right now with everything going on. Kind of got a hankering for junk food too. Sounds like a decent topic for the week. Of course, I’m going to have to open it up with my favorite guilty pleasure. Enjoy the funnies:

Yeah, I’m burning out right now with everything going on. Kind of got a hankering for junk food too. Sounds like a decent topic for the week. Of course, I’m going to have to open it up with my favorite guilty pleasure. Enjoy the funnies:

Ciao, amici! I know I was starting to sound like a tease. But this time, I mean it. The wait is over.
Astral Conspiracy Book 2, The Stones, has been released!
I know I recently mentioned a “binge drop” of the whole series. Well, for various reasons, that didn’t happen. I apologize. But rest assured, the rest of the series will release soon.
Until then, for more information, you can:
The Stones will be available at other vendors soon.
I’m so excited to finally share this installment of the Astral Conspiracy Series with the world…
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Bill Murray from Stripes (BTW- There is no meeting.)
I’m preparing for my son’s birthday party this morning, but I’ll be back to the computer this afternoon. So, I’m going to be quick and to the point:
Thanks.
This was certainly a week to remember. The title above is actually the highlights of a really trying and emotionally exhausting time. It actually led to me scheduling a post for August 2nd about parenting and autism. I’d do it tomorrow, but I have an event that I’m going to and I want to have some freedom to react. Still, this week was definitely one that had me crying a few times at night. I won’t deny.
One thing that I fear as the father of an autistic child is regression. This is when the child goes backwards in skills or behavior. It can be triggered by an event that one would think is minor, but it’s everything to them. I’ve mentioned before that my son has always been a challenge when it comes to food. This is where the biggest battles occurred with him because the ‘he will not starve himself’ adage didn’t feel like it would ring true. Seriously, you go through 3 days with the kid only eating one chicken nugget and you throw that belief out the window.
Thankfully, it didn’t go back that far. Instead, he came home to me and decided that breakfast was not going to happen. To be clear, nothing happened with his mother to show that this was coming. Lunch was iffy, but I had debates and arguments with him first thing in the morning. This triggered my fear that he was going to lose all of the progress we’ve made in two years. The kid has a better, more varied diet than me, so I was really getting worried. It didn’t help that some people were talking to me like I was an idiot or my thoughts on the whole thing didn’t matter. I tried to take some comfort in him eating his lunch and dinner, but just seeing the fear in his eyes when food was mentioned in the morning had me worried. Things did get better as the week progressed, so I’m hoping this is a very temporary step backwards. I’m talking about this in a little more detail than normal because I’ve learned some of my lurkers and open followers are parents of autistic children. Figure this is a good way to show that it happens to all of us who are in this position. It’s difficult and frustrating, but you have to keep going. I guess with regression, they prove that they can reach that level, so you just have to find a way to get them there again. Silver lining there.
I’ve done a little writing for War of Nytefall: Anarchy, which might be done by early-August. I don’t really know what to do after that. I kept thinking I would tackle Do I Need to Use a Dragon? (Fantasy Writing Tips), but I wouldn’t be able to finish it before grad school starts. I’m leaning more towards editing War of Nytefall: Savagery and getting that in a good spot in case I can release it later this year or early next year. I might just tackle War of Nytefall: Eulogy and try to get Clyde’s whole adventure written by the end of the year. I won’t be able to finish publishing it until December 2021, but it could be good to get it all in first draft stage. That means I can use my limited time to whittle away at the writing tip book and begin the outlines for Tales of the Slumberlord. I have a post on that series that I’ve been pushing back on Sundays because other things come up. As you can tell, everything is in flux.
My son’s birthday is coming up, so that’s a big event. In the age of covid-19, we can’t do anything big and indoors. It’s going to be something small and outside with a few of his closest friends. Bought a box of picnic games, which should go over well. I’ve been worrying about this day a bit because summer birthdays are always a challenge. You have to invite people before school ends and many people go on vacation, so you don’t always get a big group. It’s even harder now because we couldn’t send invitations or have a large group. We’re trying to get him play dates with those who aren’t coming to the party and other methods of getting him some happy birthday time. The plus side is that my son is a very happy kid and will be thrilled with whatever he can get.
What else is going on? I finished scheduling Immortal Wars: The Summoning into mid-November. It means I have nothing for December Thursdays, but I’m thinking of opening it to anyone who has a book to promote during that time. I’m almost done scheduling the posts for October and I’m going to start in on November once I come up with some topics. Feel free to suggest if there’s a topic on your mind. All of this is to make sure things are set up before I start in on graduate school, which is going to take up a lot of my time. I have so little . . . I mean, no momentum for my blog and books that vanishing even for a bit is basically a death sentence.
TV and reading have taken an interesting turn. I found out that the manga ‘Seven Deadly Sins’ ended recently, but I’m far behind. So, I decided to order the next two volumes of that and ‘Toriko’. I love both of these series, which are over, which means Barnes & Noble don’t carry all of the volumes. It has nothing for ‘Toriko’, so I can only order stuff as I have the money. At $10 a pop, it’s going to take a while to get everything since they go into the 40’s. With TV, I’ve been watching things that only partially interest me and I’m biding time for these shows to come back:
Such an exciting life I live. What are the goals?
(Previously on Immortal Wars.)
(Again, we shall revel in my teenage originality. Everyone groan in unison.)
Disclaimer: Immortal Wars was the book I came up with and wrote in high school. I hadn’t even hit college by the time I wrote the first two books. That means I hadn’t developed my style yet, wasn’t good at self-editing, and the story was fairly basic. So, you’ve been warned that this is the ultimate author throwback segment for my blog and will show my author origins. FYI- I put the first book (The Summoning) through a Print-on-Demand publisher and the second one (Light, Blood, & Tears) never saw the light of day. Enjoy!

Kilanus has changed more than any of the other villains could possibly know. The obvious changes are her confident attitude and her new outfit. The old costume is still a pile of ashes on the floor of the warship’s battle arena. Now, the curvaceous teen wears a form-fitting, black bodysuit with a loose silver skull belt used only for decoration. Around her neck is a small, ebony chain with a crimson skull and crossbones hanging from it. Everything about her new attire gives Kilanus a gorgeous, but very deadly appearance.
“Get the hell out of my head!” screams Kilanus. Ever since her mind was fixed, images of people and places have been painfully trying to break through her newly made mental barriers. She doesn’t know who any of the people are and she doesn’t really care. All that currently matters to her is that they are causing her a lot of pain and mental suffering.
The door to Kilanus’ room hisses open and Adriana strolls in at the worst possible moment. She dives under the ripped up bed for safety when a metal chair is thrown at her. She watches the chair shatter against the wall and hears her daughter’s screams of agony get louder with every passing moment. Kilanus swings her magic scythe at everything in the room and narrowly misses her mother’s head when she peeks out from under the bed.
“Help me!” yells Kilanus. Her shouting stops abruptly and she topples onto what remains of her bed, which collapses onto Adriana’s leg. She effortlessly lifts the bed off of her leg and wriggles out from under the bed. Tears start streaming down the girl’s face as Adriana gets up to put her arms around her daughter.
“I’m here. Calm down. Are you okay?” asks Adriana in a soft voice.
“I’m fine. It’s just that these stupid images keep popping into my head and causing me unexplainable pain. Aside from that minor problem, I’ve never been better.”
“I see. Don’t worry, Kilanus. I have an idea that could help you get rid of these painful images. Why don’t you tell me about your visions before I get rid of them? I could help you figure them out.”
“That isn’t such a good idea. And I can’t really remember the exact details. But every time I try, I start going psycho and destroy everything around me. This is the fourth time today I’ve destroyed my room. I ripped it up about twenty times yesterday. The computers are really beginning to get annoyed with me.”
“Don’t worry about hurting me. I’ll be safe. Now, tell me about these images.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m your mother and I always know best. And I would never let anything separate us including death. You know that.” Her current voice makes her sound sincere and nice instead of her usual sultry tone.
“Okay. The images start with me being chained up in a small, airless, and freezing cold cage with unfamiliar people looking in at me. They’re laughing at me with ugly, distorted faces and voices that sound like long nails on a chalkboard. They make me feel like some kind of a hideous freak of nature. After awhile, the people outside the cage disappear into a cloud of moving darkness. Then I turn around and see a young boy sitting in the cage with me. The boy has blond hair and wears torn clothes like they wear on planet Earth. He’s just staring at me without saying a single word. All I know about the boy is that I hate him with all of my heart and soul,” explains Kilanus. Suddenly, the images return to her mind at full force and Adriana gets thrown headfirst into the metal wall.
“What are you doing?” asks Adriana. Before the green-eyed woman knows it, her daughter has her pinned to the ground and the curved blade of Kilanus’ scythe is lightly against the back of Adriana’s neck. Adriana doesn’t move an inch because she knows that the scythe is capable of killing her with the slightest cut.
“Come on, Kilanus. It’s me, Adriana. Your loving mother. This isn’t funny!” Kilanus puts her scythe on the floor and jerks Adriana over her head by her hair and left ankle. The scythe is kept blade up by Kilanus stepping on it and she prepares to drop Adriana on it. Luckily, the images disappear from the young immortal’s mind before she can drop her startled and silent victim.
“Huh? What am I doing?” asks the confused teenager.
“You’re trying to kill me! Now put me down! Oops.” mutters Adriana when she remembers what’s lying on the floor below her. Not knowing where the scythe is, Kilanus simply shrugs and drops Adriana. The voluptuous immortal quickly tries to twist her body out of the way, but fails. The curved blade nicks the side of her thigh and some strange white mist starts going from the tiny cut into the scythe. As the mist leaves the small cut, the mortally injured blonde starts screaming while her perfect skin slowly becomes pale and her bones begin to show through her skin like she hasn’t eaten in months. The white mist is Adriana’s soul and it is being painfully drained from her mind and body.
“No!” yells Kilanus as Adriana’s screams die with the rest of her. Just then, Tegam walks in and quickly notices that he should have moved faster. First, he gets the death scythe away from the body and tries to heal the tiny wound with the power of the healing staff. When nothing happens, he looks at Kilanus.
“The healing staff doesn’t work on her. I’m no doctor, but I think she’s dead,” says Tegam. Kilanus kicks him in the back and picks him up by his ears.
“No kidding, jackass. She fell on my death scythe by accident!” Kilanus starts crying a river again and sits on the floor next to Adriana’s lifeless body.
“Don’t cry, kid. It’s only Adriana.”
“I just accidentally killed my mother and you’re telling me to stop crying. I ought to break your scrawny, joking neck! So, just shut up and do something to bring her back!”
“Do something? Moi? I can only turn invisible and play amusing practical jokes on people. You’re the only immortal we know of with resurrection powers. Or did you forget all about that little fact.”
“Oh yeah,” says Kilanus as she stops crying. She kneels next to Adriana’s limp body and puts her trembling hands on her mother’s cold, clammy skin. Tegam watches as Kilanus’ stiff body quickly covers itself with a thin layer of bright, green light. The green light slowly ebbs off of Kilanus and into Adriana’s corpse. Before her mother awakens, Kilanus collapses from the intense strain her powers cause on her body.
“Tegam? What happened to me? Why can’t I move my body? Did you tie me down to the floor again?” asks Adriana in a low whisper. Her entire body is weak and she can only speak or slowly move her head and arms. Kilanus is still out cold on the floor and looks almost harmless and peaceful.
“You were cut by Kilanus’ death scythe. It was probably an accident, but you would know about what happened better than I would. Anyway, Kilanus brought you back with her birthright powers and decided to take a very long nap. Now that everything looks like a grenade went off in a C-4 factory, my work here is done,” explains Tegam. The immortal jester disappears with a flash of light and is heard whistling while he leaves the room.
“Amazing. She has so much raw power that she can easily control, yet she can’t control such a simple thing like her mind. I’ll never figure out why that is. At least I got that sleep Startrix was annoying me about. Sort of,” moans Adriana as she continues to stare at her sleeping daughter. Adriana slowly grabs the nearby healing staff and uses it on herself. In a couple of minutes, she is standing up and placing Kilanus on the broken bed. Adriana hits a few buttons on the nearby wall and everything in the room begins to repair itself.
“This should get rid of those painful images.” The staff’s blue glow abruptly changes to crimson as a thin line of energy slithers into Kilanus’ brain through her nose. The energy line quickly hides all of the images that have been causing Kilanus pain. When it is done with the girl’s second mind fix of the week, the energy line dissipates.
“That should do it. When you wake up, your mind will be as bad as new. Then you will truly be one of us. No child of mine could ever be a hero. I know too many people that would make sure of that,” whispers Adriana before she walks out of the room and leaves Kilanus to sleep. When the young immortal wakes up a few, silent hours later, she is not aware of any of the things that Adriana has done to her.
Ciao, SEers. Have you ever heard the term polymath? I had to dig deep into my college days to remember the definition. (We won’t discuss how long ago that was.)
A polymath is a person with knowledge in a wide range of topics. Polymaths go far beyond the Jack-of-all-trades-master-of-none level of understanding and experience. These are experts in multiple fields. We often think of the Renaissance when we think of polymaths, Leonardo DaVinci being among the most famous. But there have been several throughout history. And Aristotle was one of them.
We tend to think of him as a philosopher. But among his many fields of expertise were arts, sciences, economics, politics, and metaphysics.
As this is a writing site, we’re going to talk about Aristotle’s contributions to literature. Not his work itself, but his defining of the terms comedy and tragedy.
Aristotelian Comedy
In an Aristotelian comedy, the…
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The Mummy
I’ve actually talked about sea journeys and a few other specific types over the years, but I realized that I never touched on this one. Desert adventures have been really popular for a long time. You find it in many series and some revolve entirely around existing in this setting. First examples I can think of are ‘Mad Max’ and ‘Dune’. So, what is appealing about this setting?
Well, it has to be one of the most brutal landscapes to place a story. It’s the polar opposite of . . . arctic adventures. Sorry about that one. Obviously, the difference is that the desert holds different threats. I’d argue it has more than its mate, which is primarily about freezing to death. The things that can kill you in a desert seem to be extensive and one gets the feeling that the setting is more of an enemy than the villains. After all, heroes have to contend with:
That is a long list of difficulties, which is why it can be fun to drop a hero into the middle of such a challenge. Even if they’ve bested monsters and man, this is always a battle against the elements. You have Mother Nature to contend with and she is unforgiving when it comes to deserts. In the arctic, you can bundle up if you have the supplies. When it gets hot in the desert, you can’t strip down to cool off. That only exposes you more and makes sure your body is evenly cooked for the scavengers. Nighttime can get really cold too, so you have another extreme. That means you can’t prepare for only one part of the day and survive. You need to handle both and that requires a lot of equipment. If that horse or camel goes down then you’re in trouble. The chances of things going wrong and leading to death are high regardless of the heroes experience. Sure, you can cheat with certain spells and magic items, but that takes part of the tension out of it.
Another reason the desert can be an appealing and dangerous setting is because it has both mystery and loneliness. Imagining a character or group alone can bring up certain emotions. They’re staring off at an endless expanse of sand with no sign of water, towns, or other people in sight. Are they going the right way? How long will the journey take? Did they pack enough supplies? The questions will continue running as long as they travel and they should consider this too. You have a sense of the unknown here, which can be enhanced by the fact that you never know what is lurking under the sand. Something about anything moving beneath your feet and being able to explode up to attack is very unnerving. Unlike water, you aren’t floating about and can’t look down to see a shadow coming. You’re effectively on solid ground and able to move, but a giant scorpion can burst out to stab you before you can figure out why you’re getting taller. This could just be personal preference.
I’ve only done one or two desert adventures, but they were limited. The one in Legends of Windemere took place in both a town and with nomads, so the major risks weren’t there. The other was a single chapter in War of Nytefall: Loyalty because the characters were on a mission. They did have an unseen enemy using the sand and had to figure out how to survive in the heat though. Much harder for vampires when they get weakened in the sun. Clyde hadn’t figured out his secret yet. That’s really the extent of me trying this setting. I do plan on working more with it in the future though.
So, what do you think about desert adventures? Ever try one?