About two years ago, some folks encouraged me to try writing short stories in Kestrel’s world, and self-publish them. Their enthusiasm was infectious, so I gave it a try. And today, I’m pleased to announce the book, Kestrel’s Voyages, is live and available on Amazon! Mermaids and magic springs, dead men walking and mages drinking, enchanted gateways and horrible monsters…the thrills never stop! I hope you come aboard and enjoy the four short adventures therein!
Next weekend, I’ll be appearing at Congregate! Will I see you there? It’d be wonderful to see you. If you need help locating me, maybe this will help.
3 pm Alternate History
What makes a fantasy or SF or even steampunk story alternate history vs “just” a fantasy, SF or steampunk story? What are some other books that might also fit the “alternate history” theme but aren’t usually considered?
4:30 pm Reading
Once again, I’ll be breaking out the tiny plastic pirates for Miniature Pirate Theater! And there’ll be candy!
6 pm Dialogue
Attendees will learn about creating realistic conversations and making characters sound unique as well as authentic.
11 am Killing the Big Bad Radioactive Bug
Our panelists will be handed the basic attributes of the Big, Bad, Radioactive Bug and will be tasked with finding a way to kill the bug. One caveat, they must limit collateral damage as it rampages through a large metropolitan city… so they can’t just “nuke it from orbit.”
1 pm Magical Words Workshop Part 1 (panel is full!)
4:30 pm Book Launch Party
I’ll be launching the new ebook, Kestrel’s Voyages! Come by and have a piece of cake – I swear it’s not a lie!
9 am Live Action Slush Pile
The Magical Words team listens to anonymous submissions read aloud, then discusses what would make them stop reading if this was a real slush pile. It’s fast-paced and exciting!
11 am Magical Words Workshop Part 2 (full)
2 pm Mecha Samurai and Steampunk Camels
Is it still steampunk if it’s not in London? Exploring non-British landscapes in steampunk worlds. Are there sub-genres? Diesel Punk, Gaslight, paranormal? Does it even have to be in the Victorian age?
I just got home from spending the weekend at Contemporal, a marvelous steampunk con in Raleigh, NC. I met lots of interesting people, and reconnected with old friends at the same time. I danced with Aela Badiana, a lovely belly dancer who presented a twenties-style show on Saturday night, and my husband and I discovered a great band, The Gin Rebellion. If you haven’t experienced their delightfully mad music, go to their site and see what you’re missing!
My first panel was an exploration of Dieselpunk, a subgenre of fantasy and science fiction that finds its source in the period between the start of WWI and the end of WWII. Dieselpunk has two common themes – militaria and noir – but they don’t usually appear in the same story at the same time. Since I’m a big fan of audio-visual aids, I brought along an assortment of books, movies and video games to show the attendees. Many folks asked for a list of what I brought, so I promised to post that here. Ready?
The Man in the High Castle by Philip K Dick
It’s America in 1962. Slavery is legal once again. The few Jews who still survive hide under assumed names. In San Francisco, the I Ching is as common as the Yellow Pages. All because some twenty years earlier the United States lost a war—and is now occupied by Nazi Germany and Japan. (This is considered a classic of dieselpunk even though it takes place in the early 60′s, because of the direct relation to WWII.)
Declare by Tim Powers
As a young double agent infiltrating the Soviet spy network in Nazi-occupied Paris, Andrew Hale finds himself caught up in a secret, even more ruthless war. Hale’s desperate quest draws him into international politics and gritty espionage tradecraft and inexorably drives Hale to a deadly confrontation on the high glaciers of Mount Ararat, in the very shadow of the fabulous and perilous Ark.
Bitter Seeds by Ian Tregillis
In the Spanish Civil War, British secret agent Raybould Marsh thinks he saw a German woman with wires growing out of her head. Once WWII erupts, he learns that his eyes weren’t fooling him. The Germans have developed various kinds of real live supermen, such as the wired-up lady, with the ability to foretell and influence the future.
Lammas Night by Katherine Kurtz
The year is 1940. Hitler’s Germany is about to employ the secret arts of evil witchcraft to destroy England. What can stop them?
It is the mission of John Graham, colonel in British Intelligence, to stop the onslaught of evil with an extraordinary strategy that defies all the rules of twentieth-century warfare: Unite the different witches’ covens throughout England, drawing upon powers that reach back through dark centuries, in a ritual of awesome sacrifice on the first night of August, the magical Lammas Night.
When your plane crashes, you discover Rapture – an underwater Utopia torn apart by civil war. Caught between powerful forces and hunted down by genetically modified “splicers” and deadly security systems, you have to come to grips with a deadly, mysterious world filled with powerful technology and fascinating characters as little girls loot the dead, and biologically mutated citizens ambush you at every turn. Now you’re trapped, caught in the middle of a genetic war that will challenge both your capacity to survive and your moral allegiance to your own humanity. Make meaningful and mature decisions that culminate in the grand question – do you exploit the innocent survivors of Rapture to save yourself – or risk all to become their savior?
Along the Atlantic coastline, a monster — somehow familiar, yet still quite different from anything ever seen — has been snatching little girls and bringing them back to the undersea city. It is a Big Sister, new denizens of Rapture who were once one of the forgotten little girls known as Little Sisters, known to inhabit the city’s dank halls. No longer a pawn used to harvest ADAM, the dangerously powerful gene-altering lifeblood of Rapture, from the bodies of others and in turn run the risk of being harvested herself, the Big Sister is now the fastest and most powerful thing in Rapture. You, on the other hand are the very first Big Daddy, in fact the prototype, that for some reason has reactivated. The question is, as you travel through the decrepit and beautiful fallen city beneath the waves, hunting for answers and the solution to your own survival, are you really the hunter, or the hunted?
Indebted to the wrong people, and with his life on the line, hired gun Booker DeWitt has only one opportunity to wipe his slate clean. He must rescue Elizabeth, a mysterious girl imprisoned since childhood and locked up in the flying city of Columbia. Forced to trust one another, Booker and Elizabeth form a powerful bond during their daring escape. Together, they learn to harness an expanding arsenal of weapons and abilities, as they fight on zeppelins in the clouds, along high-speed Sky-Lines, and down in the streets of Columbia, all while surviving the threats of the air-city and uncovering its dark secret.
You are the once-trusted bodyguard of the beloved Empress. Framed for her murder, you become an infamous assassin, known only by the disturbing mask that has become your calling card. The truth behind your betrayal is as murky as the waters surrounding the city, and the life you once had is gone forever. (Also referred to as “whalepunk”, since the main fuel source in the world of the game is whale oil. Since there aren’t many other examples of this subsubgenre, placing it under the dieselpunk umbrella is perfectly acceptable.)
L A Noire
Amid the post-war boom of Hollywood’s Golden Age, newly minted detective Cole Phelps is thrown headfirst into a city drowning in violence and corruption.
1934. The Dustbowl. The last great age of magic. In a time of titanic sandstorms, vile plagues, drought and pistilence – signs of God’s fury and harbingers of the Apocalypse – the final conflict between good and evil is about to begin. The battle will take place in the Heartland of an empire called America. And when it is over, man will forever trade away wonder for reason. See the conflict of good vs. evil played out against a pair of vivid and unusual backdrops: a traveling carnival working the American Dustbowl circuit, and an evangelical ministry in California.
When John Murdoch wakes with no memory at the scene of a grisly murder, he soon finds himself hunted by the police, a woman claiming to be his wife and a mysterious group of pale men who seem to control everything and everyone in the city.
Full Metal Alchemist
In an era of war and corruption, State Alchemist Edward Elric and his brother Alphonse desperately search for the Philosopher’s Stone. The legendary artifact is their last hope to restore what was lost – or it could be their undoing. The grisly truths found in the quest for the relic will test their souls in ways unimaginable.
Born in the flames of hell and brought to Earth as an infant to perpetrate evil, Hellboy was rescued from sinister forces by the benevolent Dr. Broom, who raised him to be a hero. In Dr. Broom’s secret Bureau of Paranormal Research and Defense, Hellboy creates an unlikely family consisting of the telepathic “Mer-Man” Abe Sapien and Liz Sherman, the woman he loves who can control fire. Hidden from the very society that they protect, they stand as the key line of defense against an evil madman who seeks to reclaim Hellboy to the dark side and use his powers to destroy mankind.
The Indiana Jones series
A handsome daring archaeologist travels the world searching for powerful artifacts and fighting Nazis and other ecil bad guys. A modern retelling of the classic pulp adventure tales.
As war rages in Europe, a Nazi-scalping squad of American soldiers, known to their enemy as “The Basterds,” is on a daring mission to take down the leaders of the Third Reich. (Be careful of the spelling – there’s another movie called “Inglorious Bastards” which is not the same thing at all.)
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Ulysses Everett McGill, a slick-tongued wise guy with a thing about hair pomade who talks his chain-gang buddies into lighting out after some buried loot he claims to know of. En route they come up against a prophetic blind man on a railroad truck, a burly one-eyed baddie, a trio of sexy singing ladies, a blues guitarist who’s sold his soul to the devil, a brace of crooked politicos on the stump, a manic-depressive bank robber, and–well, you get the idea.
When a sorceress named Azkadellia scorches the once-beautiful land of OZ into a desolate wasteland, the only hope lies in an “outsider” named DG, a young Midwestern woman, whose troubling dreams have summoned her to the doomed paradise. D.G. embarks on a journey to find the great mystic man to save the O.Z. and on her way she befriends a scarecrow named Glitch, a tin cop named Cain, and gentle manimal named Raw.
So there you go, a nice list of media to help you explore the world of dieselpunk. Enjoy! And hey, if you have other titles you’d like to share with folks, feel free to tell us in the comments.
Yesterday my husband and I went back to the gym after a week off for vacation. I wasn’t sure how well I’d do, so I focused on an all-around workout to wake all my parts back up. Most of the time the free weights area is full of men, but yesterday there was a young woman lifting alongside us. She was working out alone, keeping track of what she did in a little notebook, but clearly working with purpose.
I was headed to the corner to do my ab crunches when that young woman stopped me. “I just wanted to say that you were killing it on the incline benches,” she said. “I don’t know if I can ever do that much!” I thanked her, and told her that I’d also noticed she was deadlifting a pretty heavy stack herself, and had impressed me right back. We shared a high-five, and went on our way.
She didn’t have to say anything to me. But she did. And it made me happy for the rest of the evening. Today, as you’re moving through your life, find a moment to do some small, nice thing. A smile, a word…it takes so little effort and you have no idea how much someone might need that kindness.
When I was a kid, I figured out pretty quickly that I was not like the kids around me. I preferred reading to yakking on the phone. I had crushes on boys who made the Honor Roll every quarter instead of the ones that made touchdowns on Friday nights. I didn’t like movies unless there was something a little woo-woo about them. I listened to “Sultans of Swing” and “All Along the Watchtower” when my classmates were listening to “Le Freak” and “Stayin’ Alive”. We were in different worlds, them and me.
Not much has changed in the thirty-odd years since I graduated high school. I still like movies with a little magic in them. I still prefer my men to be on the brainier side, and I still would much rather read than talk on the phone. The difference is that I’m older, and I just don’t mind so much that I’m in the minority. But now and then I notice there are things about my life that are harder because of what I love.
For example, my family recently celebrated Christmas (as did many other families in this country.) My family knows what I like, so I received some nifty presents that delighted and amused me. When I returned to work a few days after the holiday, the common question everyone was asking each other was, “So what’d you get for Christmas?”
Now I could answer honestly, that I was given a Technomancer hoodie and a Gipsy Danger action figure and the Hollow Crown DVD set. I can say this with great glee at a con, and fourteen people will ooh, ahh and express well-meant envy. But if I say that in the company of my coworkers, I’m most likely to get back a glazed stare of incomprehension. Grown women are supposed to want clothes and shoes and household goods, according to the majority opinion. So admitting I wanted and received toys? Not so easy.
I ended up telling my coworkers I received a beautiful scarf from my husband, books from my son and a gorgeous dress from my parents. This is true, and easier for them to accept. But there’s a little part of me that still wants to spend ten minutes squealing about my way-cool Gipsy Danger action jaeger that now sits on my desk. Because it’s seriously the coolest.