The Right to Nothing


I’m getting political here. I’m not apologizing about it, either.

When was the last time you said something, seemingly innocent, and someone chided you for it because it didn’t fit their world view? Like, for example, a friend of mine laughed at the fact that Christians believe that when they die they go to heaven. I didn’t correct him (because I’m ambivalent on the subject matter and really, who knows for certain) but when I pointed out that some people would mock him because when he dies, he thinks he’s going to just cease to exist, he got uppity and told me not to project my “Christian values” on him.

That… sort of took me by surprise. I don’t tend to be the projector type. I don’t even pretend to know what will happen to everyone else.

I shelved the discussion and got back to more important things in every day life (i.e., I think we started arguing about just how badly XBox One will suck) but it kinda stuck with me, festering in the back of my mind like a disease.

Then today, while reading some random blog posts, I stumbled across the interesting case of Tom Francois. Tom, it seems, has a huge Twitter following and is highly critical of President Obama, which sums up about half of this country. However, for reasons that are not immediately obvious to me, the Secret Service decided he was a big enough threat to come and “check out”. They did, he handled it with aplomb, then they decided to visit his adult daughter as well. What’s her crime, you may be wondering? Well, it appears that her crime is having a dad who is critical of the President and might “instigate” someone to doing something rash.

Er… wait, what?

During their investigative process, the Secret Service asked Tom if he ever left his home state or been to Washington DC lately. Hell, I left my home state years ago and have traveled all over the United States, without papers (alles en ordnung), like anybody can (which is one of the reasons we’re an amazing country).

Well, basically what it comes down to is that someone, somewhere, thought that a man who Tweets a lot is a threat to the President of the United States. So they warned him about instigating and also that next time they’ll be back for his guns (he’s a registered gun owner).

Now, I do think that anyone who threatens the President with bodily harm should be arrested. That’s not a freedom of speech thing. We can’t go around telling regular people that we’re going to kill them (unless you’re playing Call of Duty, then go right ahead… also, teabag the body afterwards. It’s funnier that way), but other than that, we should be able to be critical of who we want, when we want.

Somewhere along the way we seemed to have misplaced our Bill of Rights. I think in our steps to be safe from anyone who may hurt us, we gave up some rights. Willingly, I might add. How did something like this happen? How did we, the country everyone aspired to be, become a police state?

I love the First Amendment. It allows me to do what I like to do best. It allows for people to read information, dissect it and form opinions. It allows for people to post dissenting opinions. But the First Amendment is in danger, and has been for a long time now. All in the name of security.

When the Department of Justice decides to investigate journalists who report on matters of the government, there is a problem. When the government calls whistle-blowers “traitors”, there is a problem. When the people have no idea what their leaders are doing, there is a problem. When the government spies on its own citizens, there is a problem. There is a deep, deep problem in the United States right now, one that is a cancer upon our rights. Our rights that were have, rights we were born with. The government doesn’t give us rights, we have them. The rights are protection against tyrannical government oppression, and that’s why the Bill of Rights are numbered the way they are. The people of this country should not have to fear their government when speaking about it, for good or ill.

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.

I’ve always been a strong supporter of the First Amendment. Right there, first line. Read that. “…abridging the freedom of speech…” Yes, that means the government cannot pass laws which prohibit our ability to talk about it, which means voicing the opinion that our current crop of leaders suck (both sides of the aisle… I’m not being picky here).

Abridging, by the way, also means “curtail”. Which means “restrict”. So if Congress cannot pass laws restricting free speech, then why are everyday people being visited by government officials for being critical of them?

And will someone please explain to me how a “free-speech zone” on a college campus is not a restriction of free speech?

People, every single time you shrug your shoulders and say “well, it doesn’t affect me… why bother?” you are contributing to the loss of freedom in this country. You think I’m being paranoid? Hah. I wish it were paranoia.

You need to understand that the government doesn’t know how to do anything except expand. Really. Off the top of your head (without Google searching for it), when was the last time a new government program didn’t grow exponentially? Grow out of control? Grow so large that we look at it and think “Damn, that’s a lot of money” and then go about our business?

Nothing is so permanent as a temporary government program. –Milton Friedman

So tell me… do you feel safer yet? Giving up your freedom of speech in order to feel safe, to feel insulated from the dangers of the world, to never have to feel the pangs of being told you are wrong (or the joys that you are right)?

Does it feel right to lose your rights? It doesn’t for me, that’s for certain.

Dreamers in Hell Available


Dreamers in Helis now available for Kindle over at Amazon. The print version should be up within 24 hours (if, like me, that’s what you prefer). I’m pretty certain that if you order by the end of the week, you’ll have it in your hands in time to get 13 of the authors to sign it at Libertycon this year. I know I’ll sign it.

Plus, look at the gorgeous cover. GORGEOUS. You want it. You need it. You crave it.

Dreamers in Hell

Trolling For Love


I made a huge mistake today. I got sucked back into Wikipedia.

There’s just something amazingly addictive about updating wiki pages while adding information, updating, and even deleting irrelevant material. It’s not as though I have nothing else to do (he writes as he stares at the open word document which has been mocking him for three days). But there’s just this… sense of accomplishment? I don’t know. It could be why a lot of wiki editors are fascist thugs when editing. They don’t like being told they’re wrong. Or they just enjoy being trollish.

Don’t forget that at the end of this month, Dreamers in Hell comes out. If you haven’t already, you should probably pick up Lawyers in Hell (which I’m in) and Rogues in Hell (which I’m not in) for some back story. Naturally, the books don’t necessarily “need” one another, but being able to follow serial stories like Janet Morris’ Eshi epic (I don’t know what else to call it) really makes a difference when reading the books as the series. Plus, you get other serial characters as well.

Let’s see… have you bought Michael Z. Williamson’s latest work, Tour of Duty, yet? It’s a short story collection (“anthology!” the sheep bleat in the distance) and it’s available now. Larry Correia has Warbound coming out in August. I’ve read it and it is an amazing finish to the Grimnoir Chronicles. I’ll have my copy of MHI for him to sign at LC26 this month, since this copy is #10 I’ve had to buy (people borrowing the book and not giving it back). I figured “Buy 10, get an autograph for free” or something.

Counting down until Mental Ward: Echoes of the Past is released. Gotta love all these books coming out.

Oh, I also am writing the following stories as we speak (type? converse digitally? technology is making idioms weird):

  • Blighted 
  • Most Faithful
  • No Time For Love
  • Pillars
  • Sacred Hunt
  • The Messenger

Those should keep me busy for the next few months. If not, I can always finish Wraithkin, edit some Christian Cole, or pound out Unholy Vengeance.

 

Remove Blockage Here


I’m doing some random posting today, so if you don’t want to read a very meandering post, kindly step away from the computer. It’ll be for the best.

I’m stuck. I’m really effing stuck. Not a writer’s block, no. It’s more of a “this character did this and now she’s got me stuck” kind of thing. It’s a horrible, horrible thing to behold: a writer, in his prime, being struck across the head by a (admittedly cool) character of his creating, forced to try to rationalize her actions.

So, in order to break through this slough, I’m writing a meandering post that’ll cover Iain M. Banks, PRISM, my birthday (which was yesterday) and my thoughts on my latest endeavor, Unholy Vengeance.

First off, I’ll tell you right now that I’ve only read one Iain Banks’ novel (The Player of Games), but I do know the profound effect he had upon many fellow writers. I was saddened to hear that he died this morning after a short bout with cancer. He’s considered one of the new grandmasters of science fiction and was a writer whose life was just too short. Some people say that 59 is a decent enough age, but in our industry, 59 is very young. Most of us authors don’t really get started until we’re in our late 30′s to early 40′s, so 59 is almost like a teenager in that comparison (that… was the best analogy I could think of. Sorry).

Iain will be missed by many. I wish I could have met him, especially after I read The Player of Games.

– — –

My email inbox was absolutely flooded on Friday when it came out that the US had something in the works called PRISM. I couldn’t help but think “You weren’t aware of this possibility?” I mean, really?

People, ever since the Patriot Act was passed (and then repeatedly extended) we have seen our privacy go the way of the dodo. We have social media now, that we freely join and plaster all our information on, which sells our personal information to advertisers, and you’re going to complain that the government wants to get in on the act? Seriously? That… takes a special kind of ignorance.

All kidding aside, this is dangerous. The people should not be afraid of their government, but their government should be afraid of the people. Yet day after day we see more and more government, and nobody says a thing. It boils down to what I’ve said before: the government can do what they like without pissing of the citizens of the US — until they try to take away the free porn.

Think I’m kidding? Look at the Boston shooting. They cheered the government enforcing a city-wide curfew, warrantless house-to-house searches and general revocation of the Bill of Rights until they caught their man. And they cheered.

They freaking cheered. What. The. Hell.

Remember when SOPA tried to pass? Oh how the people bitched and moaned about their loss of civil liberties. Congress tried to take away their free porn, they’re all up in arms about it. Take away their Bill of Rights? Meh.

*sigh* People…. just… I don’t know. Really? I mean, really?

– — –

I turned 35 yesterday. I guess that makes me officially middle-aged. Yay?

I don’t feel that old. I still feel like I’m in my 20′s (I sure don’t act 35) and I still look like I’m in my 20′s (albeit late 20′s). I’m in better shape than I was then, and I’m far healthier than ever. Maybe I have one of the reverse aging things (he says as he pops his shoulder and groans in pain)? Or perhaps I just got lucky, since I rarely drink, never smoked, never did any drugs, and cut out a lot of fast food four years ago.

I also think I have outlived my brother Shawn (who died in 2001). I think he was 34 when he committed suicide. I don’t know for certain. He might have been 36. I’ll have to ask and see if my dad remembers. My dad, by the way, turned 76 two days ago. He’s still going strong, although some memory issues are there (quit calling me Josh, damn it! He’s 5 years younger and a lot shorter than I am) and he’s not nearly as mobile as he was when I was a kid. But then, he’s raised 8 boys. I’ll cut him some slack.

It’s weird, getting older and not feeling it. They say that age is just a number; I tend to agree with that sentiment, though I didn’t 10 years ago. Then, 35 was freaking ancient, man. Now? 76 is freaking ancient.

– — –

I’m writing a Tobias Fox trilogy right now, and the first novel is Unholy Vengeance. Tobias Fox, for those of you who don’t know, is the main character of two short stories I have coming out this year and next. Those stories, Nightwalker and The Tree of Death and Life are stories I’ve talked about in the past (much to my chagrin, because who wants to read about stories that people can buy yet? That’s… that’s just mean.) and am really excited about them. However, after talking with my editor about the next 6 Tobias Fox stories I’m planning on writing, I suggested (half-jokingly) that I should write a Fox novel (Fox stories, by the way, are set in a setting called “the weird west”. More details can be found at the always honest *coughcough* Wikipedia). So I decided to give it a try. I mean, how did a long-lost Akkadian/Babylonian god of Pestilence and Plague end up in a doctor during the American Civil War?

This book hasn’t been giving me problems, oh no. Quite the contrary. It’s the stupid Failsafe story that I wanted to write beforehand that is giving me problems. Captain Annie and her ragtag outfit of castoffs, mercenaries, pirates and psychics are not letting go of my muse. Holding the elephant boy hostage until I write your tale is not a good way to make friends, Annie. Just a friendly reminder, I do know how to use “Delete File”.

Wait… an automaton treasure ship and a pirate raid gone wrong? Argh, you harridan!

That is totally not fair.

 

Dreamers in Hell cover


This is the absolutely gorgeous cover for the latest anthology I’m in, coming out at the end of this month. Dreamers in Hell contains my short Ponce de Leon story, In the Shadow of Paradise. It should be on sale at Libertycon, where many of the authors (16? 17?) featured in the book will be on hand to sign copies.

Dreamers in Hell

Is This Thing On?


So I’ve been too busy to do as many book reviews as I would like to over at Shiny Book Review. So like Professor Xavier, I’ve been recruiting an elite force of like-minded individuals. And recruiting new reviewers leads to… the review I got this morning from a friend of mine. The level of epic that this review is… I can’t even describe it. It’s a thing of beauty. For a first review, it sets a pretty high bar. Go take a look.

I decided that I’m not going to get the next Failsafe story done in time. It’s simple mathematics, really. I have X amount of hours to write, Y amount of writing to accomplish, and Z is in the negative, which leads me to drop a project for the time being. That project, despite the fun I have writing it, is the next Failsafe story. That one is being written on spec, whereas the others are (more or less) contracted. This means that more Tobias Fox stories are coming, and at a faster pace than I thought they would.

Yay?

I read a very strange trilogy the other day. Not a horrible one, just a strange one. My only complaint? Why is EVERY FREAKING YA STORY TRYING TO MAKE A LOVE TRIANGLE??? Not all readers are love-sick middle aged women, you know. *sigh* Anyways, the books are pretty good and I might be able to review them this week, all in one sort of deal, since the last book came out last week (completely random — I had been given the ARC for book two over a year ago and never got around to reviewing it) and everything is fresh in my mind. Including my (relatively few) gripes (as noted above).

Contract Sent


Mailed off the contract for Dreamers in Hell today, which is a load off my chest. If you recall, In the Shadow of Paradise was supposed to be out in Rogues in Hell last year, but issues put it back a book. That’s okay, because it’s officially coming out this year. My Juan Ponce de Leon story is finally coming to life.

I have some exciting news coming up soon that I can’t quite share with yet, mainly because I only have a verbal agreement and nothing in the form of a contract. But rest assured, this is some very, very good news.

Unfortunately, with all this stuff going on (as well as gearing up for Libertycon 26 and moving in August), Shiny Book Review has fallen by the wayside. I have some books that need to be reviewed but I really do not have the time. With Barb fighting 13 different illnesses (I exaggerate — it’s only 4 but it must feel like 13 to the poor woman), plus with her own novel due to her publisher, SBR is getting set on the back burner for a little while. I know we’ll still be doing reviews, but (for now) just not as many as we had in the past.

Wake (Mental Ward: Echoes of the Past) should be coming out in July or August sometime. Nightwalker (Terror by Gaslight) should be around October (I think). A Promise Made (Sha’Daa Facets) should be out sometime in December (guesstimation). Anything after that? Who knows at this point. I do know that I have stories in anthologies coming out in 2014 and beyond, but a lot of that is in the air with firm publication dates (I typically don’t find out until a few weeks before it comes out… which is the way it is these days it seems). I do know I have a poem in Dark Corners as well, and possibly another Tobias Fox story (Collectibles) if I can ever get it finished and submitted in time. I also signed up to write five more Tobias Fox stories, though these aren’t set in stone (aka I don’t have a contract, just the interest of the editor).

I keep signing up for anthologies. Gah. Gotta quit doing that. Or at least, signing up and saying “Yeah, I’m on board” then realizing that you now owe stories to 14 different anthologies.

Oops?

Lost


I was going to review Kristen Simmons’ Article 5 over at SBR today but… well, you ever read a book that twigged your brain? I mean, one that really, really made you sit up and think “What the hell is this writer on?”

As an author, I know how hard it is to write a book. To spend all that effort, energy and time into crafting characters and a world that you completely love. It’s an adventure, and it literally breaks your heart when someone tears it apart. Someone you don’t know, someone who you never even heard of (of course, this postulates that someone you have heard of ripping your book is gentler… this is false. It actually hurts more when a well-known author literally says “Dafuq is dees?”)

I can wrap my head around a dystopian society in the US. I can, really. I can suspend my disbelief that much. I can even accept that some major points of the US would revert to ultra-conservative and begin to ban any and all individual thought. Again, looking at society right now, I can see this happening with some ease.

HOWEVER… that being said, I cannot buy into the idea that all of the US (save for a very tiny, less than 1% population) will accept this change and go along with this. I cannot accept that even the most conservative of religious nuts is going to allow a government to take their weapons. Not now, not anymore. Especially if some unnamed agent attacks and destroys major cities along the coasts.

(I can already hear people screaming “But Reagan approved an assault weapons bans!” to which I reply “No, he was against fully automatic weapons unless they were already owned and registered. Plus, this was after he was out of office. Didn’t want to hurt his reelection chances.”)

I’ve never had to put down a book that many times because I kept shaking my head (I  had to put down Ghost by John Ringo six times, for instance… this one shattered that record by a lot). The setting was just… wrong. But that still doesn’t seem to compare to the other feeling I was getting while reading this book. The thought that, according to everything that seems to be popular and selling today, feminism is dead.

Wait, what?

Exactly.

I couldn’t help but feel like Simmons’ character Ember is the most useless waste of space I’ve ever come across. She literally weeps, screams, cries, cowers, hides, and relies upon her ex-boyfriend to protect her once she finally does make her escape. Then, for some reason or another (this one bugs me a lot), she trusts almost everyone they meet, leading them to even more trouble and allowing the authorities to easily track where they are running to (oh, and this book also has a very efficient government that can find anybody in a matter of hours across an entire region with nothing other than eyewitness accounts and paper forms… ha. haha. ahem). This is not a strong and independent girl. This is a cowering, helpless little wannabe princess.

This takes me back to Cassandra Clare’s Infernal Devices series. Yes, I do hate on that series a lot, because the lead character is nothing more than a girl with a secret, but otherwise is helpless and waits on the boys to do the rescuing and whatnot. The victim mentality is something that I really, really hate. Why spread a message that seems to state that a girl should never be proactive? Why should a girl/woman wait around to be rescued? Why isn’t the girl/woman doing the rescuing?

I’ve hashed out my dislike for one of the main characters in Revolution as well for this very reason. The last two books of The Hunger Games trilogy does this. And Stephanie Meyer’s gets a lot of crap from me about this, too. Why are publishers and producers forcing this “poor little me” female characters onto society? Why pigeonhole them so? Why give so few sterling role models?

I know that women are the majority readers of romance, but c’mon. Little girls do not start out life thinking “If only I can read a book where the heroine is being constantly fought over by two gorgeous hunks.” If this is your definition of feminism, I’ve got a bridge to sell you. Most readers I know pick up a book to be entertained. Look at a college required reading list some time and then tell me just how many people would have picked up those books to read for pleasure. I don’t think it’s going to be many, though I can hear the few hipsters who stumble across this saying “I read it before it was required reading.”

If anybody has any ideas about why publishers and television are doing this, I’d love to hear it. Hopefully this happens before I lose my cool and start really flipping out about the lost woman of the modern society.

Editin’


I’m doing some editing on Hill 142 right now, thanks to my newly-appointed Beta Readers. Alpha Reader took a backseat to this one, primarily because she doesn’t know the subject matter. Plus, she’s busy.

I also just signed up to do six additional anthologies. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking but, again, it should be fun. They’re all going to be Tobias Fox stories, so it’s not as though I don’t know the character. I even outlined them on my phone (I was bored and riding shotgun to go see Star Trek: Into Darkness) so I would have some notes to go by when I finally do get around to writing them.

One more short story due by June and then I can finally turn my attention back to novels. Thank god. I love writing shorts, but a lot of them have shorter deadlines than I’m used to and, while I excel with deadlines, it’s an added stress I don’t need.

Back to editin’…

Push Them Good


So that “I ran 2.5 miles and it didn’t hurt” thing I was talking about the other day?

Owww…

It took a day for it to catch up with me, but for the past two days I’ve been walking around like an 80 year old arthritic man. My hips — hips! — hurt, and I don’t even want to talk about the pain my quads are in right now. It’s inhumane.

So naturally I’ve been walking more at work than before…

A friend of mine sent me a short story to look over before he submitted it yesterday (no, I don’t do this often. I did it for him because I’ve known him for a very long time now) and it got me to thinking about the lack of quality supernatural villains these days. No, I’m not talking about his villains, but just about everyone’s. Jim Butcher had some excellent villains in his early days, but now he has to keep upping the ante (and have a complete bomb of a villain occasionally, like in Ghost Story). Stephanie Meyer had… glittery Italian evil vampires? Whiny emo werewolves? Not sure.

(I’m looking at my bookshelf right now and I can’t seem to find any urban fantasy outside of Butcher… that’s odd)

Larry Correia had some pretty good villains in his Monster Hunter Inc series, but his evil overlord villain is sorta stuck in a whole different dimension. And the villains in Cassandra Clare’s Infernal Devices series are rather pathetic and easily defeatable (if a barely trained girl can defeat them through the power of menage a trois, then anybody can beat them).

*sigh* I miss the Mayor (Buffy fans know who I’m talking about). I miss the Big Bad. I miss the villains who can actually make the hero sweat a little, make them nervous, make them realize that they probably won’t win. It makes the hero’s fight that much better, the victory that much sweeter. If you have a badass superhero, then damn it you better be bringing one bigger badass of a villain to the table. Let the conflict drive the plot, not the plot drive the conflict. Let that hero bleed, feel pain, feel desperation.

Sometimes your characters will achieve some amazing things if you just push them hard enough.

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