Lucid Dreams and Saturn Skies The Life and Writing of Andrew Kincaid

An Update, and Story Time!

Since this is the time of the week where I keep you up to date on my latest doings, here’s a small update. I’ve got about a week left as a substitute before the year is over. It’s been an interesting year, to say the least, and a good experience over all. I don’t know yet if I’ll do it again next year; I’m hoping that I don’t have to, that I can find something a bit more reliable by the time August roles around. On a related note, I’ve sent out a flurry of applications/resumes to other jobs, some full time, some not. Even if I can find a steady part time job, that will be something! My best bet is a local district looking for a science teacher. It’d be a bit of a drive, but if I get it I could consider moving closer. I’d like to find something part time in the mean time, and I’m looking at a job in a local library. I’d be content with just the library job honestly at this point; anything to get a steady bit of income, even if it isn’t all that much.

On a more personal note, I’ve been feeling a bit better about things of late. It’s like a lot of the things I’ve concerned myself with are dropping away. It helps that lately I’ve been in a more Zen state of line. I recently decided to stop calling myself “Buddhist”, which I did funnily enough for very Buddhist reasons. After all, we should not cling too tightly to forms, or in this case labels. Still, Eastern Philosophy has a strong influence on my life and outlook. Lately I’ve been thinking about looking more into Zen practice. Before that I mostly focused on Tibetan and Theravada Buddhism, with a little smattering of Zen and Tao for good measure. Now I tend to look more inward, using the philosophies and discourses more as sign posts than destinations. My biggest focus has been to try and meditate more often. I’ve also started to record my dreams, in an effort to ease back into the practice of lucid dreaming (of course when I could do it, I didn’t really practice; it just kind of happened.)

At the very least, dreaming is good fodder for stories. As I mentioned last week, I’ve refocused myself in terms of my writing, deciding to put my effort into one genre, that genre being horror. And boy has it paid off so far. In about the course of a week or so I conceived and outlined a novel, and I’ve written 5255 words on the rough draft, and I’m only two days in. I’m shooting for between 50 or 60,000 words total. Once that draft is done, I’ll start work on the novelization of “Benton’s Station”, a Lovecraftian novella I wrote for the anthology On Dark Paths (which is no longer available) a couple years ago. Someone told me awhile back I could expand it into a novel, and now I’m starting to see how that could be done. I have ideas for about ten different horror stories, some of which are simply adapting extant works into a longer format while others are completely original.

As for the writing, I’ve come to some conclusions about that as well. I am a writer; that is no lie. However, for me the emphasis is not on money. Sure, I’d like to make a business doing this. If I could just write six hours a day and sell my books for a living, I’d be perfectly happy. And it is feasible, because if I stay in the area I live in now, I wouldn’t have to pull down six figures to make a living. I couldn’t even conceive of making that much money, honestly. I’m a simple man, so I don’t need a ton of money to be happy. And that is my main goal; to be happy. I want to write my stories, and hopefully someone reads them and likes them. Sure, I’m going to market them and I hope I could make enough to live of off, but if I don’t I won’t consider myself a failure. Even if no one read them and all I did was write for my own satisfaction, I could be happy doing that.

But enough about that. Time for the ‘story time’ part of this post. I came across a couple of Zen stories I really enjoy, so though I’d share them with you guys. Enjoy!

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“One day a young Buddhist on his journey home came to the banks of a wide river. Staring hopelessly at the great obstacle in front of him, he pondered for hours on just how to cross such a wide barrier. Just as he was about to give up his pursuit to continue his journey he saw a great teacher on the other side of the river. The young Buddhist yells over to the teacher, “Oh wise one, can you tell me how to get to the other side of this river”?

The teacher ponders for a moment looks up and down the river and yells back, “My son, you are on the other side”.”

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There is a story in zen circles about a man and a horse. The horse is galloping quickly, and it appears that the man on the horse is going somewhere important.

Another man, standing alongside the road, shouts, “Where are you going?” and the first man replies, “I don’t know! Ask the horse!”

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Sometimes You Just Gotta Cut Back…

Lately I’ve been…discontent. it has been tough go put my finger on exactly why because it seems to be everything at once. I’ve already rambled a bit on this topic not long ago so I won’t go into much more detail here for fear of sounding whiny again (we all need to vent now and then but making it a habit isn’t a good idea!)

Recently though I did figure out one thing I can do fo help myself. My writing has been simultaneously a source of great joy and frustration for me. Lately I was having difficulty working on my projects. They just could not hold my interest, and the writing was flat and uninspired. Once I sat down and looked at what I was doing, and realized my writing lacked focus. There are a lot of people who say a writer should have one genre associated with their name. Stephen King does horror. Terry Brooks does fantasy. That’s where they stakes their claims and made there names.

But me? I wanted go write epic fantasy. And horror novels. And novellas. And nonfiction books. My mind was constantly running down different rabbit holes, switching from one thing to another. Is it any surprise that I wound up exhausted and frustrated?

So I decided to go back to my roots as it were. Meaning, I returned to some short stories I wrote for my old horror anthology, intending to rewrite them from the ground up. Something odd happened; the short stories ballooned into full blown novel ideas, but more importantly I was enjoying myself again!

It hit me that focusing my efforts into one area would be my best bet both in terms of my personal enjoyment and from a business perspective when the time comes. There is such a thing of having too many choices. Sometimes a person has to limit themselves. Paradoxically there’s a freedom in limitation, because rather than being at the whim of fancy the person who decides to limit themselves can focus all there energy on the one thing they enjoy.

Long story short, I’m a horror author. Nothing else. The choice to pursue this genre, which chose me more than I chose it, involved foregoing my childhood dream of becoming a big fantasy author. But that’s okay. I tried it, and found while some of the ideas were sound there was a lot about writing straight fantasy that just doesn’t work for me. And that’s all right. Sometimes you have to admit something isn’t working for you, even if it’s something you’ve clung to for a long time. There’s no shame in it; the only shame is in not being honest with yourself and doing something that doesn’t work for you. Life’s too short to waste time chasing after something like that; sometimes you have to figure out what really matters and cut back everything else.

Proof of Hell Under the Siberian Tundra? …or Not.

The Kola Superdeep Borehole, putative site of the gateway to hell, now welded shut due to lack of funding. Image Credit: Rakot13

The Kola Superdeep Borehole, putative site of the gateway to hell, now welded shut due to lack of funding. Image Credit: Rakot13

It was the mid-1980′s, and the Cold War was still going strong. America had won the Space Race with the triumphant moon landings of the sixties and seventies. Now the superpowers  competed to pioneer a new space — the one beneath our feet.

To achieve those ends, the Soviet Union commissioned a deep drilling project in the icy wastes of Siberia. A team of geologists drilled about 14.4 kilometers (about 9 miles) beneath the Earth’s surface, when something strange happened — the bit started to spin wildly, and temperature sensors recorded temperatures over 2,000 degrees. No doubt baffled, the scientists lowered a mic down the well shaft to get a better idea of what they were dealing with. What they heard horrified them (the sounds start at about the 2:00 mark) and confirmed people’s worst fears for centuries; that Hell was real, and it lay right beneath our feet!

…er, except not.

This one is pretty classic in terms of urban legends. It isn’t exactly certain where the story began, and it has been elaborated on extensively over time. I remember seeing lurid headlines in the Weekly World News as a kid in the 90′s talking about the Devil coming screaming out of a well to hell drilled in Alaska, incinerating all the unfortunate scientists at the site and spreading doom and gloom all around. The story freaked me out as a kid, as the one-two punch of being A) a kid and B) a Bible literalist tends to make one a bit credulous. Even as a teen, hearing the clip featured in the above video scared the crap out of me.

Evidently a lot of people feel the same way, because this one still makes the rounds on paranormal and religious sites of all kinds. And why not? If Hell really did exist in a real, physical place, that would be a really scary thing. It would confirm many people’s worst anxieties about the after life and their potential place in it. It would also raise some pretty uncomfortable moral and theological implications, which we won’t get into here. The point is that Hell is scary, and that fear is what gives this urban legend (and most others while we’re at it) its staying power.

Needless to say, it isn’t true. The recording is believed to be a looped recording of a scene from the B-grade horror flick Baron Blood. To me it almost sounds like it could be a doctored recording of any public space, looped and made to sound all sinister. There is a small kernel of truth behind this sordid tale, as is the case with most good urban legends. There really was a deep drilling well that reached close to 9 miles underground in Soviet Russia. It was located on the Kola Peninsula, not in Siberia. The drill did hit an empty pocket, but there were no hellish sounds from within. Temperatures reached a toasty 180 degrees, and the geologists found water and natural gas, among other things of scientific interest.

The truth is a whole lot less exciting than a literal gateway to hell, but being the compassionate sort I’d rather that be the fact than to have millions of people suffering and burning forever.

Well, That Wasn’t a Pleasant Way to Wake Up…

Woke up this morning with my heart pounding, feeling like my skin was too thin and like I was about to jump right out of it. Now and then that kind of thing happens when I’ve been sick (some combination of a lack of sleep, meds, and just general suckitude) but this morning was different.

I’ve mentioned before that I have anxiety problems, and that is definitely part of the issue. Things have been pretty stressful lately, what with illness in the family, being sick myself, and looming unemployment. I tend to be of a fairly morose mindset anyway, and my tendency to overthink things is not helping my situation any. Right now I feel…trapped. That is about the only way to describe it. Like I have few options, none of them good.

From what I understand, this isn’t an uncommon feeling in people of my age group. I don’t know if it is more limited to men, but I doubt it. I guess it’s being called a “quarter-life crisis”, which amuses me so I’ll use that term to describe it. Of course, it seems that many are saying they feel overwhelmed with TOO many options, while my feeling is more that I don’t have ANY. It’s a combination of frustration, apathy, anxiety, and helplessness. Point being, it sucks.

I do feel better now, after taking some time to calm myself down. I’ve been putting in applications and resumes everywhere I can think of, and that is really all I can do. I don’t know that I want to do education anymore, what with my experience as a sub and the deplorable condition of US schools, and the lack of anything resembling respect for the profession. Really I’m looking into anything right now. I’d like to write for a living, but it will take time to build that up. So, right now, I have to just muddle through as best I can. Nothing else to do.

Sorry for the rant — I generally don’t do that kind of thing, but I had nothing planned for today and that was what was on my mind anyway. Thursday I’ll have some of my regularly scheduled weirdness for you guys!

Elmer McCurdy, the Funhouse Mummy

Elmer_McCurdy_in_coffinSome people write great works of literature. Others discover the secrets of the universe, while still others are great humanitarians, entertainers, or warriors. Elmer McCurdy, however, was none of these things. Point of fact, his life was unremarkable in almost every way.

You see, old Elmer was a screw up. He was born in Maine in 1880. And up until a year before his death, that’s about it. In 1910 he joined the US Army, where he learned to work with explosives (albeit he had a bad reputation with the stuff). A year later, after wandering to Oklahoma, he had the bright idea to change careers and enter the up and coming field of train robbery.

In his first attempt, Elmer managed to blow the safe out the side of the train and melt $2000 worth of silver into slag. He and his gang managed to recover a small amount of the metal, and the other robbers dumped Elmer. Undeterred, our plucky hero(?) decided to continue his nefarious career, and his second try with a new gang he was successful: he made off with the princely sum of $46 and some whiskey. The authorities soon hunted Elmer down, and shot him dead in a gunfight.

The story should have ended there. However, the local embalmer was so proud of his work on poor old Elmer that he propped the former bandit up in the back of his funeral parlor and charged the local townspeople a nickel to see “The Bandit Who Wouldn’t Give Up.” Visitors popped their hard earned change into the corpse’s mouth, which is pretty ghoulish when you think about it. Especially when it came time to collect.

In any case, Elmer’s afterlife as a small town attraction continued a few years, since he didn’t have next of kin to claim the body. In 1915, two carnies claiming to be Elmer’s brother hauled the body off and Elmer began his new life on the side show circuit. He bounced around from owner to owner over the next sixty some years, until people lost track of the fact that their “mannequin” was actually a mummy.

It wasn’t until 1976 that the truth was revealed. A crew member at a shoot for The Six Million Dollar Man accidentally jostled a side show prop. The “prop’s” arm fell off, revealing a human bone. It was only after that the strange history of Elmer McCurdy came to light. After a thorough investigation to ascertain the corpse’s identity, the medical examiner ordered McCurdy’s mummy buried in Summit View Cemetery in Guthrie, OK. Two cubic yards of concrete were poured over the coffin, ensuring that unless there are some truly determined and well equipped grave robbers out there, Elmer McCurdy’s strange odyssey is over.

Writing is a Business, and Other Harsh Truths

After falling into and subsequently climbing out of another bout of depression, some things about this crazy profession called “writing” occurred to me. After all, there are a lot of myths out there about us writers. That, say, we’re famous, or untouchable savants sitting on top of a tower of genius, or that one book separates the average writer from fortune and fame. Those and many more. The thing is that, while there is some truth to all of those things — we’ve all heard of Stephen King and J.K. Rowling and Stephanie Meyers, all three of whom are filthy rich, famous, and the first is widely considered a genius in his field — most of us writers are folks like me. That is to say, we’re bumbling along, struggling to write around day jobs (or struggling to find a day job), hoping some day to catch that big break that allows us to sit in our luxurious manner house all day, pounding out the next Great American Novel.

…yeah, about all that. Not gonna happen.

Don’t get me wrong, you CAN find success in this business. This isn’t some bitter polemic, and I’m far from an expert. Shoot, I don’t even have a book published at the moment; the two I did have up, I took down due to quality concerns (but more on that later). So, like anything else, take what is useful out of this mess and leave the rest. Without further ado, here are some harsh truths about writing I’ve learned both through personal experience and by watching others who are way, way more successful at this than I am.

1) Writing is a Business

It’s right in the title, so you knew this one was coming. Yes, writing is art and fun and wonderful, but if you want to “make it” as an author, you have to also look at it as a business. I don’t really believe in writing for the market, because fiction is notoriously hard to market, and what you write now could be out of vogue when it comes time to publish. You should write what you enjoy. If you like sparkly vampires involved in hackneyed, possibly abusive romances with underage girls, write stuff like that. I like fantasy and horror, so I write that. Be that as it may, this is still a business. You still have to do marketing, accounting, and all that good stuff. If you go through a traditional publisher, you’ll have some support, but if you choose to self pub, you’ll have to take care of all that on your own. Writing is not the glamorous, romantic profession people think it is; it’s as muddy and messy as any other, and there is a lot of drudgery involved.

2) Speaking of Traditional vs Self Publishing….

Lots of digital ink has been spilled on Traditional v. Self Publishing. The truth is that both have their pros and cons, and neither one is a guarantee of fame and fortune. The rule of thumb is that with traditional publishing you get more support from a publisher in terms of marketing, sales, editing, and all that good stuff, but get a smaller share of royalties. Self Pub nets you higher royalties, but you are in charge of everything from cover design to wrangling an editor to tracking sales and, of course, the dreaded marketing. The fact is that the bulk of authors, no matter what  method they pick, don’t make enough to quit their day job. Most traditionally published books don’t earn out their advances, and most self published books only net a few hundred sales, if that.

3) Oh, and No Matter Which You Pick, It’s Going to Take Forever

“Forever” being a relative term. I mean, it isn’t going to take until the end of the universe to get a book completed. When you’re as impatient as I am, it might FEEL that way, but trust me, that’s just your monkey brain babbling. Try to ignore it. The sad fact is that it takes a really long time to produce a high quality novel. You might, if you work really hard and learn the craft, or happen to hit on a good idea, produce something really good your first try. And that’s great if you do that. But it doesn’t end with draft one. There’s revisions to be done. You have to polish book up until it’s so shiny it makes your eyes bleed. That takes a lot of time — a friend of mine said it takes about 14 months, on average, to produce a novel from start to finish. Then there is one of two paths you can take. You can farm it out to an agent, and then IF you find one, they’ll try to sell it to a publisher. Most likely it will end up in the slush pile with all the other hopefuls, but just maybe you will get a deal and be published. However, this could take several years time; the publishing industry works on its own schedule, not yours.

If you chose self publishing, the process is a lot faster. The accessibility of self pub is both its strength and its Achilles Heel. Remember when you had your masterpiece all super shiny in the above paragraph? Well, good as it might look to you, there are mistakes in there. The little buggers multiply like rabbits, I swear. Anyway, the point is you need another set of eyes, preferably more than one, to look over it and fix your boo boos. There are a lot of different ways you can go about doing this; if you’re on a limited budget and can’t afford the equivalent of buying a used car (the going cost of many freelance editing services), you’re going to have to get creative. You could pester a friend with an English degree into submission, or offer them Ramen money in exchange for editorial services. Whatever. The point is, that once you reach this point, you’re involving other people, and you  have to work with their timetables, not yours. And it is going to take time. A lot of it. The best thing to do is focus on your next project, and write, write, write! You can control what you do, not what other people do. So focus on what you can do today to move yourself forward toward your goals.

4) So You’ve Put in All That Time and Effort…Now For the Big Pay Off!

…whoa now. Hold on a second. Remember how I said that there is no guarantee that self pub or trad pub are going to net you fame and fortune on par with the Rowlings or Kings of this world? Yeah. You can do EVERYTHING right, and still tank miserably. You could have a great book, a sound marketing strategy, and a great support team, but the fact is that not everything is going to sell. The first book you publish isn’t likely to make a killing. Most writers who are successful, especially in self pub, have a pretty huge back list. It takes a lot of time to build that up, and even that is still not a guarantee. There ARE no guarantees. Sure, working hard can go a long way toward making you successful, but the universe isn’t going to crap out a golden goose just because you did everything “right”. Go tell some poor farmer in sub-Saharan Africa that if she works hard and pays her dues, she’ll make it some day. Or perhaps tell that to some kid working in a sweat shop over in China. The fact is, for centuries people have performed back breaking labor for a pittance, and never gotten anywhere for it. You aren’t any different.

5) Now That I’ve Completely Crushed Your Spirits…

…I know, that last one was harsh. Want a hug? *squeeze*…okay, now that that’s done, let’s do a bit of spirit rebuilding, shall we? We don’t want things to end on a note of doom and gloom, because that’s not my intention. I’ve tossed around the word “success” a lot during this post, but what does that mean, exactly? Frankly, that’s up to you. That’s what is cool about all of this: you can sit there, read everything I just wrote, and ignore it completely, if you want. That is because if your definition of writing success is: “Finish a novel and let a few friends read it,” or “Just have something published,” then most of what I said up until now doesn’t apply to you. If you are content that your books sales cover your car payment each month, more power to you. The real secret to success is to ENJOY what you are doing. If you don’t enjoy writing, what is the point in doing it in the first place? So what if you make a crap load of money doing it, if it’s all drudgery and frustration? I mean, if you don’t have a deep passion for writing you probably won’t make it very far anyway, but still.

Never forget why you started to write in the first place. Don’t let sales figures or notions of “success” cloud your vision for yourself. If you do want to make a living at the writing game, don’t deceive yourself by thinking that you’ll make millions right out the gate. The fact is, you won’t. But that’s okay, because most of us don’t NEED that much to be comfortable. If you write well, work smart, and figure out what works for your unique situation, it is possible to make a decent living doing something you love to do. I’ve come across people who have done it, and that is what I want for myself. That, to me, sounds like the definition of success.

Mystery, Mayhem, and Quantum Physics: The Bermuda Triangle and the Hutchinson Effect

Bermuda_TriangleWell, it was inevitable. Anyone who writes about the weird stuff that happens in this world has to, at some point, tackle two topics: Bigfoot, and the Bermuda Triangle. Not that the two are in anyway related; rather, they’re both arguably the most popular paranormal subjects out there. Usually I try to find more exotic fare for the blog, but when a friend mentioned the Bermuda Triangle in conjunction with something called the Hutchinson Effect, I decided I’d dive in since it was a two-fer.

The Bermuda Triangle is such a facet of pop culture at this point that I won’t spend a ton of time describing it. It is described as a big slice of ocean (between half a million and 1.5 million square miles) that forms, big shock here, a triangle, with the vertices centered in Bermuda, Miami, and San Juan. The Triangle is alleged to be the site of strange phenomena: metallic fogs, strange magnetic disturbances, freak storms, and unexplained lights in the sky. Believers claim that the Triangle swallows ships and planes whole, leaving not a trace for befuddled rescuers to recover.

Believers posit various reasons for the phenomena. Perhaps Atlantis sank beneath the waves under the Triangle, or there’s an alien colony on the sea floor abducting people for nefarious purposes. Since those of us who don’t regularly sport tinfoil hats can easily discount those two, let’s move on to a third, more entertaining option: the Hutchinson Effect.

Known was the H-Effect, it was allegedly discovered by an eccentric inventor named John Hutchinson, who was monkeying around with the various electronic gizmos that he packed his apartment with over the years when, lo and behold,  something (it’s never said what) whacked him in the shoulder! Turns out whatever it was had started levitating due to…something. Something that can also cause unlike materials (metal and wood, for example) to meld together, metals to melt without heat, and other strange phenomena, including metallic fogs similar to those allegedly reported above the Bermuda Triangle.. The best explanation that supporters can come up with for the alleged effect is that scalar waves tap into zero point energy, thus producing the phenomena observed. How exactly that happens, they have no explanation.

The story goes that the H-effect occurs over the Triangle all the time, due to vortexes in the Earth’s electromagnetic field over the area. The strange phenomena associated with the H-effect are, they say, responsible for the disappearances. Never mind that the H-Effect has never been independently verified, and Hutchinson himself admits he hasn’t been able to replicate it since 1991. Not only that, he’s faked demonstrations since then, using magnets and string to simulate levitation and other phenomena associated with the H-Effect.

TBF Avengers flying in formation. Similar planes made up Flight 19, one of the most infamous disappearances to occur over the Bermuda Triangle

TBF Avengers flying in formation. Similar planes made up Flight 19, one of the most infamous disappearances to occur over the Bermuda Triangle

“Scalar waves” are apparently made up — I can find no reliable source mentioning them at all, nor explaining what they are. Zero point energy is a real thing though. It is the lowest possible amount of energy in a quantum mechanical system. Since I majored in Biology rather than quantum physics, I can’t comment much on how it works since I don’t understand it myself. Every source I’ve seen says that it is either impossible or impractical to tap into zero point energy as an energy source. Given the dubious veracity of Hutchinson’s demonstrations, the lack of independent proof, and the fact that physics as we know it doesn’t allow for it, it’s pretty safe to say that the H-Effect lay more in the realm of pseudoscience than reality.

But what about the Bermuda Triangle? Even if the H-Effect is bunk, isn’t it still true that there’s a deadly area of sea off the US coast?  Turns out the answer is “no, not at all.” The US Navy, who know a thing or two about the ocean, doesn’t believe it exists. The US Board of Geographic Names doesn’t recognized “Bermuda Triangle” as an official name. The Coast Guard, who would know a dangerous hot spot pretty intimately since it is their job to rescue endangered sailors, also discounts the Triangle’s existence. The fact is that the Triangle is no more dangerous than any other stretch of ocean. It is a busy shipping area, so accidents are bound to happen. The Gulf Stream, a powerful ocean current, passes through the area, and it is prone to severe storms (in part due to the Gulf Stream). The combination of a lot of ships moving through, strong currents, bad weather, and inevitable human error have given rise to the myth of the Bermuda Triangle.

Twenty Years Later, and Jurassic Park STILL Holds Up!

Jurassic_Park_posterMany of us saw Jurassic Park as kids. Myself, I saw it on VHS probably five or six times, and several more times on television. I was fascinated by dinosaurs (so, a pretty typical little boy in that way) and it was amazing to see them live and kicking on my TV screen. Unfortunately, I never got a chance to see it in the theaters when I was younger, and I don’t own a copy on DVD. Needless to say, it’s been years since I last watched it, probably ten or fifteen at least.

So, when I heard Jurassic Park was going back to the big screen in 3D, I got excited. Not about the 3D — I could take it or leave it, and I’ll personally be glad when the fad is over, mainly because theaters will no longer be able to tack on an extra $2 or so for a gimmick that makes little or no difference in the viewing experience. Yeah, Avatar looked pretty good in full 3D glory, but most  movies shot in 3D are pretty ‘meh’, if I may use the term.

…but I digress. Sort of. The fact is that the 3D treatment didn’t add much to Jurassic Park, in my opinion. But it also didn’t take anything away, which is what is really important. The movie looked as good today as it looked twenty years ago. It isn’t often you can say that about a film, especially with all the advances in visual technology over the last ten years or so. But Jurassic Park‘s unique mix of animatronics and CGI (yes, they had CGI in 1993) has stood the test of time. The dinosaurs, particularly the raptors, looked fluid and life-like. If anything, I found JP preferable to many modern movies, who rely too heavily on CGI effects in my humble opinion.

I almost feel like it’s silly to do a review of Jurassic Park, since it’s widely considered a classic. However, some folks were skeptical about it being in 3D, so I feel the urge to explain that it doesn’t really harm the movie at all. Except for a couple of moments where it is a little distracting, you barely notice. So, if you’re a fan of the movie, or have never seen it, go out and give it a watch on the big screen. You won’t regret it.

And the Hunt Continues…

…the job hunt, that is. So far it has been largely unsuccessful, but that’s how it goes in this economy (especially in this area). Pretty soon I will be an unemployed substitute teacher. I’m hoping I can find a job over summer — teaching or otherwise — because I don’t much like subbing. It isn’t that the job is hard, but being on call all the time makes my anxiety all wacky and getting up at 6am five days a week, only to not have work most days, sucks, especially for a night owl like me. It has been a fun experience though, and it’s pretty enlightening to be on the other side of the desk. Most people’s experience of the teaching profession only comes from trying to stay awake through lessons they see little point in. Few see things from the perspective of the lecturer rather than the lecturee, and that’s a shame. Anyone who is qualified (it takes a bachelor degree and the ability to pass a background check) should give subbing a shot. At the very least, more people would have respect for teachers. It’s tough to know how hard a job is until you do it yourself, afterwards.

In other news, my novel Aral-Kahn is being edited. I wait with eager anticipation of the suggestions, because I know there are parts that could be improved quite a bit with some outside input. Now it’s only a matter of not driving myself crazy while I wait! So in order to stave off insanity, I’ve started writing the second book of Gods and Emperors, called The Immaculate. I don’t want to reveal much more since Aral-Kahn isn’t available yet. So far it’s coming along nicely, except for a little blip where I changed something from the outline that didn’t really need to be changed. I considered making the changes yesterday, but decided against it. I don’t much like editing while I’m working on the first draft. It sucks away all the momentum, because I have neurotic tendencies and once I start nitpicking, that’s it. Better to save that anal-retentiveness for the editing phase.

Oh and I’ve been writing science articles on Examiner for a few months now. I do hold a biology degree, so I figured writing for Examiner.com would be a fun way to keep up with the field. You can see my articles here, if that kind of thing trips your trigger.

That’s all that has been going on in my world lately. But enough about me, my friends. I want to know: How are you? What are you up to?

 

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