Dream Job

Meetings at my corporate gig are usually started with an icebreaker question. The idea is to get people to open up as a precursor to sharing ideas thereby, hopefully producing a more productive meeting.

A meeting today attended by telepresence included representatives of several departments scattered around the country.

The icebreaker question was, “If you could do anything, what would your dream job be?”

For those gathered in various conference rooms huddled around pod-like speaker phones, eye rolls make the room echo like a yahtzee cup. As different joke jobs creep statically out of the speaker, MMA commentators to Personal assistant to various celebrities, one brave soul in our room reaches out to unmute the line and add in their dream of being a professional video game tester. No, it wasn’t me, but as he mutes the phone again to many thumbs up and comments of way to take one for the team, I had to consider what would my dream job be?

And as the day has worn on I realized I am at a dream job. I make enough to meet my needs, along with a little extra, and I am beginning to sell my writing. The only way it could be better would be if I had more time to write. Hoping the future holds a way to change that apect.

 

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

Home again, Home again, Jiggety-Jog.

Home again, home again Jiggety-jig.

About I feel. It has been a long and busy weekend. Be is ever so humble there is no place like home.

Something I need to think about as I write this current story. What does home mean to me, what does it mean to my character?

Is home something we carry within us? is it a place? any place as long as it has item “x”? or a person? The old saying home is where the heart is, could mean a few things. It could mean one you keep in a jar, on a high shelf, out of the way, its preservation fluid perhaps darkened with age. If you take it with you will you always be home?

And as with Omar, there was a disturbance and I have totally lost track of that train of thought. Sounds like a story to follow up on later. Right now, I am really tired and have be at my corporate gig at six a.m. I believe the answer to life for the next few hours is horizontal.

Thanks for reading,

Ernest

 

Cycles of Circles

This weekend has been spent visiting a town I left almost ten years ago. I lived here almost 20 years. Has been wonderful catching with some old friends, old haunts and introducing my partner to some favorite restaurants.

It got me thinking about this piece.

In chaos there is meaning.

The meaning is there is no meaning.

Chaos

The weirding of the word

Is a lie to its content.

 

A portion of the great Ain Soph.

The mind grapples what it cannot conceive.

In the no-thingness of chaos

Is contained the birth of all.

 

Order,

Born of chaos,

Dies

Kicking and screaming

As chaos

Welcomes

It home.

 

All cycles,

All possible,

Extremes,

I climb the tree to live.

 

Looking out

Over the great mass of non-being

I see

In the distance

Another tree.

 

Looking out from the tree

Is me…

 

 

Moonshadows

Moonshadows come.

Dancing with me.

At their beckon

We shall go

To a place beyond.

Realize a dream,

live a song.

 

As the moonlight

Plays gently thru your hair,

Blushing cheeks begin to glow.

Fire from your eyes

Displays warmth of your soul.

By the aura of heavens pearl,

White light shines clean,

Exposing my soul with all it means.

 

Come my love,

Let the shadows dance.

Perchance to weave,

Perhaps to love..

Celebrate life,

Savor its dance.

 

Dance among moonshadows.

Feel their joy.

Share the fleetingness of time

In their timeless dance.

Our time together

Reflections of their joy.

Joys issuing from love

Only moonshadows know.

 

The moonshadows come –

Will you dance,

As the shadows dance,

With me?

Flash Friday – MATURE – Teapots and Disco Balls

This is a fun little piece written as the result of a panel at Contraflow 2015 held in New Orleans. It was a late night panel and I do not recall the exact title of the panel it was about writing sex scenes in romances.

There was discussion regarding some of the “rules”. Move it or lose it, Is it really needed, stay within the characterization, let the reader fill in the blanks and quit while you are ahead. We were then given two writing prompts to include in a piece of flash written during the panel and then shared.  So, without further ado:

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“The walk to Grandmothers is always pleasant on these brisk fall mornings”, Red thought; as she pulled her cloak a little closer around her. Pausing at a favorite clearing, Red sniffed the basket of warm pastries and meat pies she was taking to her Grandmother. Smiling fondly she thought back over all the times she has made this trip. There was a certain previous visit which had almost ended in a disaster for both Red and her Granny.

Except fond reminiscence were not going to get these goodies to Granny. Still feeling nostalgic, Red gave a little skip as she left the clearing.

Lost in her remembrance, Red almost missed The Wolf stepping out from behind a tree. “Hello beautiful”, The Wolf growled, eyeing Red appraisingly.

“It’s been a long time since your type cruised around her”, replied Red. “Last one did not fare too well.” running her hand along the edge of her cloak.

“The scent of my cousin is strong on you; he always did try to bite off more than he could chew. Me on the other hand, like take it slow and easy. I don’t have to tell you, you’re beautiful. I suggest you don’t trip and fall in these woods. ”

“Understand, Wolfie, it’s like this, when your cousin tried to visit, Granny and I skinned him. When I saw his wet, red flesh it really did something for me. I enjoyed licking the blood from my fingers and off of the skinning knife, my nethers went all aquiver. Want to guess the best part? After the skin is stretched, with a little care, it begins to feel like silk. So smooth and satiny, feels wonderful!” as Red caressed the cloak with both hands. “I know why you are here, you are hungry. Now, I want to make you a deal.”

“Hmm,” growled The Wolf slinking near, “what kind of offer?”

“Good Wolfie”, Red cooed softly, “You send shivers up my spine when you are near, so much I can barely sit still when you are near. Now, I know you are hungry. I can give you a snack. But Granny would make a main course. See I am rather lean, probably tough and stringy, but Granny, she is a plump like a disco ball, nobody else would probably even miss her. But I get her inheritance. You get fed; I get set for life. Help me out and I’ll keep you in T-bones.”

“Are you playing a game with me little girl? You would give the old lady up like that? My line is smooth; I can have all the babes in town following me just to hold my paw. Always a party when The Wolf is around. Up until I get to ask if they will offer their throats to the wolf with the red, red roses? Always surprising how easy the necks get bared, but always so pleasant to feel the blood run down my jaws.”

Withdrawing a pastry from her basket Red asked sweetly, “Those steaks will be thick and bloody too Wolfie dear. Now, why don’t you show me how you can work that tongue sweetie? Now, show Red how you lick out her creampie.”

As The Wolf began to roll his tongue in and around Reds pastry, she moaned a little. “Ooh Wolfie, I love the way you are licking that, here let me sweeten it for you from my little honey pot.” pulling the dipper from her basket of goodies. Now it was The Wolf’s turn to moan.

Afterward, as the Wolf lay content at Reds feet, she scratched his ears. The Wolf growled, “That was the best creampie I ever licked, right tasty Red. Yeah, you have a deal. Just make sure those steaks are rare and bloody.”

She watched him lope off in the direction of Granny’s house and Red smiled pulling out her cell phone.

“Hello Granny…”

*****

 

When The Wolf reached Granny’s he burst through the door. Red’s Granny was a plump, cookie-baking, matronly type. Thanks to modern technology Granny was prepared after Red’s call. Imagine The Wolf’s surprise, finding the plump old woman not in the smock he expected, but in a red leather corset with fish-net stockings, garters, spiked red leather boots and slapping a crop against her thigh.

Stunned, The Wolf thought he must have the wrong house until the tea kettle began to whistle, shaking him from his reverie. Trying to figure out how this happened he could not believe his ears when Granny spoke.

“Wolfie, I sent Red on her way. I’m your little tea pot, short and stout,” with a wiggle of her hips making her cellulite jiggle,’ and I hear you like to party. Tonight, I am going to ride your disco stick all night till your lights go out. Now, eat me mutha fucka!”

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Thank you for reading,

Ernest

 

 

An Invitation delightfully accepted

It has been a long day at the corporate gig. Stepping into a new role and helping to develop it as well. My partner and I are preparing for a business trip tomorrow, (instead of the originally planned fun time at Midsouth Convention this weekend, but adulting comes first, right?), and at the same time trying to help a friend. So it was a nice little pick me up to receive this invitation in my email today.

“Greetings!

As the Literary Track Coordinator of Memphis Comic and Fantasy Convention, I would like to extend an invitation to you to be a Panelist for the 2017 convention!

The dates for the convention are the 10th-12th of November and the convention will be held at the Memphis Hilton.

Please let me know if you are interested in attending this year’s convention.”

My spirits picked up considerably at this invitation. The invitation does not come with a table, but I am certain can find someone willing to split a table or get one myself by then.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

Introducing Tales of the Iron Dragons

Good evening,

Tonight I have the pleasure of introducing you to one of my worlds. A planetary expedition force on the fringes of the galaxy with the goal of preparing the planet for colonization. You have been introduced to one of the characters already in “A Cultists Tale”. A piece of the story will be introduced each week. I hope you enjoy them.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

Stories of the Iron Dragons – Discovery of Vhoorl

Administratum Planetary Surveys

 

Vhoorl Planetary Survey

Binary Star AL-Janubi

Segmentum Obscurus

 

Personal Log: Donovan Gilman, Lead Planetologist

 

Planet Vhoorl, strategically located on the edge of Segmentum Obscurus is an earth-like planet in many respects. Atmosphere composed primarily of Nitrogen and oxygen, slightly richer in oxygen than Terra with a gravity approx 4/5s that of Terra.

The planet is majority water with two primary land masses, a northern and southern continent. The ocean separating the continents is primarily salt water.

The Northern Continent has an extensive river system, with eight major drainage basins, all of which drain into the ocean. Two of these basins account for more than half the total drainage area. The largest river system in the Northern Continent originates in a mountainous region and receives tributaries from a basin that covers 45.7% of the continent, principally the north and west. The main river system flows from west to east. Through this basin flows one-fifth of Vhoorls fresh water. This system provides a sufficient supply of potable water for the hive city, Astra Militarum garrison and cooling for the factories.

Although 90% of the continent is within the tropical zone, the climate varies considerably from the mostly tropical North to temperate zones below the 23°27′ S latitude. The Northern Continent has five climatic regions: equatorial, tropical, semiarid, highland tropical, and subtropical.

Temperatures along the equator are high, averaging above 25 °C (77 °F), but not reaching the summer extremes of up to 40 °C (104 °F) in the temperate zones. There is little seasonal variation near the equator. At the country’s other extreme, there are frosts south of the 23°27′ S latitude during the winter and there is snow in the mountainous areas. Temperatures outside the Hive City are moderate (usually between 15 and 30 °C or 59 and 86 °F), despite their relatively low latitude, because of their elevation of approximately 1,000 meters (3,281 ft). The coast has warm climates, with average temperatures ranging from 23 to 27 °C (73.4 to 80.6 °F), but enjoys constant winds. The southern coast has a subtropical climate and temperatures can fall below freezing in winter.

Precipitation levels vary widely. The Northern Continent has moderate rainfall of between 1,000 and 1,500 millimetres (39.4 and 59.1 in) a year, with most of the rain falling in the summer south of the Equator. The region is notoriously humid, with rainfall generally more than 2,000 millimetres (78.7 in) per year and reaching as high as 3,000 millimetres (118.1 in) in parts of the western side of the continent. Despite high annual precipitation, the rain forest can have a three- to five-month dry season, the timing of which varies according to location north or south of the equator.

In contrast to the Southern Continent which rose to elevations of nearly 17,000 meters (55774.3 ft) in a relatively recent epoch and inverted the river flows direction of flow from westward to eastward, the Northern continent geological formation is very old. Crystalline shields cover 36% of the territory, especially its central area. The dramatic granite sugarloaf mountains are an example of the terrain of the shield regions, where continental basement rock has been sculpted into towering domes and columns by tens of millions of years of erosion, untouched by mountain-building events.

The principal mountain ranges average elevations just under 3,500 meters (11482.9 ft). The Murum Mar range hugs the eastern coast, and the Murrum Medius Range, the largest in area, extends through the south-central part of the continent. The highest mountains are in this range, others traverse the northern border.

In addition to mountain ranges (about 0.5% of the country is above 1,200 m or 3,937 ft), the Northern Central Highlands include a vast central plateau (Planalto Central). The plateau’s uneven terrain has an average elevation of 1,000 meters (3,281 ft). The rest of the territory is made up primarily of sedimentary basins.

The Southern Continents  main structural lines show both the east-to-west direction characteristic, at least in the eastern hemisphere, of the more northern parts of the world, and the north-to-south direction seen in the southern peninsulas. The Southern Continent is thus mainly composed of two segments at right angles, the northern running from east to west, and the southern from north to south.

With a heavily grown rainforest and has not been extensively explored at this time. Orbital surveys have shown extremely high mountain ranges circling the central portion of the continent, pictures of which provide the suggestion of jagged teeth biting their way through the planet. The forest canopy prevents the penetration of any light creating a perpetual twilight gloom.

Mean monthly temperatures exceed 18 °C (64 °F) during all months of the year.[5] Average annual rainfall is no less than 168 cm (66 in) and can exceed 1,000 cm (390 in) although it typically lies between 175 cm (69 in) and 200 cm (79 in).[6]

The highest of these peaks reaches nearly 17,000 meters (55774.3 ft). Mons Imperalis as it has been deemed is about two thirds the height of Olympus Mons on Mars.

Inside the ring of mountains, appear the outlines of an ancient city. Preliminary review and exploration by the planetary geologist assigned to the colonization and establishment of munitoriums on Vhoorl indicate the city appears intact and is made of a black rock which may not be native to the planet.

A xeno-archeologist has been requested for further review. All exploration of the Southern Continent has been placed on hold pending his arrival. As a footnote the geologist came down with a strange malady after the visit to the Southern Continent. In his delirium he even decried his faith in the Emperor and was exterminated before further contamination could occur.

 

 

Thank you for reading,

Ernest

Foray into Noir

Noir, what is it?

Noir fiction (or roman noir) is a literary genre closely related to hardboiled genre with a distinction that the protagonist is not a detective, but instead either a victim, a suspect, or a perpetrator.

My first foray into the genre is with Once Upon a Mystery. The challenge of it was to create a 1920’s – 1930’s story using fairy tales as a base. I chose a setting comparable to 1929, just before and as the stock market crashed.

I drew the “Three Billy Goats Gruff”. I was almost dismayed when I began researching the story. Of all the uninteresting, straightforward stories, but I decided it was a challenge. There are some interesting points to the story. There were several themes in the story. Greed, patience, cunning, and a few others if you look for them. To incorporate these into the time period was not as difficult as feared once the story was laid out. Adding layers of intrigue to this straightforward story while maintaining its core was the trick.

Following is an excerpt from “Three Billy Goats Gruff: A Noir Fairy Tale”

“Orland squinted as he tilted the bottle. Disappointed with how little remained, he downed it in a swallow; then held it upside down. Where were the answers that were supposed to hide at the bottom?

He knew why there were no answers. He already had them.

It was late and the office echoed. Still, he looked over his shoulder. Billy needed the new medastinum surgery to fix his lungs. Orland had lost his wife. He was not going to lose his son.

Before his last swallow of liquid nerve waned, he made a few quick pen strokes. There! It was finished. Tomorrow, as part of routine processing, a clerk would set up an ongoing transfer of funds to his secret account. He was an honest sort, but the company had refused to help. His salary was just not enough. The evidence was well-hidden and another clerk processing it was the final shield. Even the best auditors would be hard-pressed to track this back to him.”

Stretching my Genres

By now you know I am a new author, sort of, I have been writing off and on for years. Poetry, flash and science fiction/horror but it has only been in the past year and half I have made attempts to market any of my stories.

One question I keep being asked is, when I am going to write a stand-alone book? I am giving it a shot now. A good reason to write short stories is to expand your genres, get a feel for what you like writing, try something new and flex the grey matter.  Shooting for 25,000 – 30,000 word novella for a pocket digest. My goal is to tie at least a couple of my short stories together since they are set in the same world.

So far, I have marketed weird tales, noir, poetry, adventure, mystery, gothic romance/horror, and historical fiction. All of them, except) the poetry, fall into a broader category of pulp. My favorite genre to write so far is the supernatural/weird/horror tale. The only one I have not overly enjoyed writing is the straight historical fiction. I have been told by a couple of beta readers that is really pretty good. I am glad to hear that because it will be a long time before I do another.

The mystery and the noir were fun. It was a murder mystery based on characters by D.L. Champion. The hardest part was coming up with the murder and the solution. Still, I would enjoy writing more about that character. The noir was a satire based on the Three Billy Goats Gruff. It will be out this summer in an anthology called “Once Upon A Mystery” from Beyond The Threshold Studios. I will post some excerpts of it later this week along with an update where it is in the publication process.

Writing in these varied styles gave me a feel for first attempt at a stand alone. And yeah, I chickened out, going for the comfort zone. >grin< As long as I am writing and submitting to Pro Se Productions, which I consider to be my writing home for now, there will always be opportunity to stretch my creative styles.

Thank you for reading,

Ernest