Tuesday, December 8, 2015
THE DEMON MAELSTROM Cover Concept Art
So the first draft of the cover for The Demon Maelstrom is complete and ready to show. I'm trying to preserve a sense of continuity in the looks of all three covers, with the solid background and the iconic silhouette. I hope y'all like it, and let me know what you think!
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Another Goody for My Readers
This week is turning out to be quite the treat for you all who are following the creation of the second book of my trilogy! I have another small excerpt from what I've been writing, which I hope you'll enjoy. Again, let me know what you think, with any possible theories as to what it happening in the scene in question. I love to hear speculation as to what you think is going on.
THE DEMON MAELSTROM -- EXCERPT
THE DEMON MAELSTROM -- EXCERPT
Adam
watched the craft rise up in a kind of hypnotized silence, only
rousing himself when it had ascended to half the height of the
Central Admin building and begun to turn towards Georgetown. His
mouth bent into a macabre grimace as he laid the sniper rifle on the
side of the Phalanx's turret mount, powering on the scope and
hunching behind the weapon. He closed his left eye and peered through
the scope, noting the flickering digital numbers underneath the cross
hairs that accounted for wind speed and direction. A diamond-shaped
tracking pip appeared on the scope and locked onto the helicopter's
slowly retreating shape, following it doggedly as Adam slowly shifted
position and locked the gun's chamber shut.
He
froze as the window of the helicopter turned towards him and the head
of a woman appeared in his target reticle. He could clearly make out
Anna in the co-pilot's seat, bent over her tablet working on
something, her long hair draped around her like a heavy concealing
curtain. She reached up with the hand closest to him and swept her
hair behind her ear, and Adam swallowed as he stared at her pale
face. She was beautiful, a graceful creature, a dead lookalike for
her mother.
A
hot tear not caused by the wind trickled down his cheek, followed by
another one from the other eye. His whole body became rigid,
shivering more from some undefinable emotion than from the cold. He
swallowed again, blinked to clear his targeting eye, and put his face
back to the scope. The helicopter had turned farther and Anna's
figure was no longer easily visible. The craft's engines made an easy target,
however, and Adam's cross hairs drifted towards the right hand engine
as his finger moved towards the trigger.
His
body relaxed again, a necessary prerequisite for a decent shot. He
breathed slowly several times, compensating the reticle in response
to the changing numbers inside the scope as he did so, zoning in
mentally. His thumb drifted over and dropped the safety switch to the
Fire position, and his index finger wrapped around the trigger.
Breathe.
Recheck the numbers. Breathe again.
At
the last moment his lips parted, his eyes clouding over for a split
second as a memory rampaged through his mind and left his features
contorted with suppressed feeling. He drew in a long breath, let it
out halfway, and squeezed the trigger all the way to the trigger
guard.
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Sunday, November 8, 2015
A New Excerpt For My Patient Audience
I'm almost reluctant to post this excerpt as it deals with a pivotal moment in the book, but I think it's both vague and enticing enough to whet your appetites more. This entire scene has been exhausting to write but I think it is coming together exactly the way I wanted it.
We are once again reminded that our heroine, Miss Annalise McLean, is no saint. What she is upset about remains for you to find out on launch day.
Have fun!
THE DEMON MAELSTROM, EXCERPT ----
We are once again reminded that our heroine, Miss Annalise McLean, is no saint. What she is upset about remains for you to find out on launch day.
Have fun!
THE DEMON MAELSTROM, EXCERPT ----
Anna
dissolved into a fresh wave of tears and buried her face in the couch
pillow. After several body-racking sobs she let out a horrendous
scream at the top of her lungs, only for the sound to die into the
upholstered surface muffling her mouth. She screamed again and again
into the pillow, feeling her throat vibrate and strain, emptying her
lungs in one shriek of grief after another until nearly hoarse. She
felt like wrecking something, like throwing Central Admin onto the
floor in a rage and smashing it into tiny pieces as if it were fine
china. She wanted Adam dead.
As
she lay weeping on the couch a sudden craving rose up inside her, a
bitter tide of lust for numbness and indifference in the face of all
this despair. She knew that feeling all too well but it filled her
now like it never had before, consuming her body with the urge she
knew she should resist at all costs. Her stomach growled at her, her
head swam a bit as a pulsating ache occupied itself with tormenting
her left eye.
She
wanted alcohol. Now.
Her
willpower to resist evaporated. Once the decision had clicked over in
her brain she acted almost without thinking. A kind of tunnel vision
set in and she knew she was standing and moving towards the cabinet
on the far wall. It was a kind of buffet service with a wide
glassed-in cabinet on top, and behind the glass lay several bottles
of choice red wine. A warning bell in her mind blared in vain that it
was the wine Mr. Vickers used for mass, that she ought not even touch
it much less drink it like the alcoholic she knew she was. She
grabbed the door handles and pulled.
The
cabinet rattled but didn't open. She pulled again, and only on the
third tug realized that a lock held the doors fast shut. Some neuron
in her brain spasmed and she pulled her sweater sleeve over her fist
and struck the glass hard. The glass splintered with a muffled crack
and she cleared it away hurriedly with her wrapped hand, then reached
in for the closest bottle. In her rush to extract it from its nesting
place she banged her fingers on the inside edge of the door, sending
excruciating pain radiating up from her knuckles. Swearing hard, she
snatched up the wine key from the lower shelf and knifed open the
foil around the neck of the bottle, then drove the corkscrew into the
cork and extracted it with the precision and speed of a former master
of the art. Without even attempting to look for a glass of any kind
she put the bottle to her lips and took a long swig.
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Friday, October 9, 2015
THE DEMON MAELSTROM: A New Excerpt, For My Patient Fans
For everyone waiting patiently for the release of the second book in my trilogy, here is another excerpt from my work so far. I'm sorry it's been a while since anything new has been released; I've been dealing with issues both medical and personal, and the words simply would not come. However, the floodgates of inspiration seem to have opened again and the words are forming into sentences which are forming into paragraphs, which have formed another chapter of this book.
-- BEGINNING OF EXCERPT --
He
was perhaps twenty steps beyond the doorway, outside security camera
range, when he suddenly bore to his right and began skirting parallel
to the front of the building. He checked his tablet: still within
range of their network. He switched apps and pulled up a simple
window with a large cartoon picture of a bomb in the middle, in the
middle of which was the single word BOOM!
He grinned at his own whimsy as he crouched behind a decorative
maple tree growing from a hole in the concrete entrance patio. At the
moment only he was aware of his charms; soon the whole city would
know them intimately. Of course he had to reserve a bit for himself,
but that only served to spice up his own experience of the intricate
plan now beginning to unfold.
Thirty
seconds…
Steam
clouded out from his mouth as he huddled near the tree, his gaze now
glued to his watch as the digital numbers ticked down the seconds he
had left. At the twenty second mark his finger moved to hover over
the obscene little picture of the bomb, and at fifteen seconds he
mashed it a little harder than he needed to. QX computer code began
to stream across the screen, duplicating itself across the invisible
data connection into the giant building beyond. Gerald watched the
code with a face full of almost childlike expectation; an eager,
hungry face that
twisted into a grin when he began to see his success in the code.
Inside
the building, in the languid atmosphere of the glass guard booth, a
warning began to flash on the security camera feed. All three guards
glanced up and soon found themselves glued to the screens in a daze
of non-comprehension. Each screen blinked, stuttered, then dissolved
into strange code that streamed across a dark background. The master
intrusion alarm began to sound and red lights lit up the entrance
lobby. Tony looked back at the other two guards, his face ashen. “Did
either of you two mess with our camera feed data?” The pair of
guards shook their heads back at him, their faces equally astonished.
The
screens blinked again and then turned white, and a single word
appeared in the center of each one: SURPRISE!
Zero
and zero seconds.
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Sunday, May 3, 2015
The Demon Maelstrom, Excerpt #4
Dear Readers,
Here is the fourth excerpt from The Demon Maelstrom, the second book in the SubVersion Trilogy. I hope you enjoy, and I hope it keeps you guessing! Stay tuned for more news and content about the book, and as always, Let There Be Life!
Here is the fourth excerpt from The Demon Maelstrom, the second book in the SubVersion Trilogy. I hope you enjoy, and I hope it keeps you guessing! Stay tuned for more news and content about the book, and as always, Let There Be Life!
Excerpt #4
“I'm
here,” Sam admitted, “to talk about one person in particular who
happens to interest me greatly. Someone who has been needing thorough
investigation for months now.”
Farkas
shot him a despairing look. “Is that person the next in line to the
Secretary's desk, perchance? Is it a woman? Is she the one
redesigning our entire computer and database system here at Central
Admin? And is her name Annalise McLean? Because if the person you're
talking about bears any resemblance to that woman then I can assure
you that I am not interested.”
Color
flushed into Sam's face and he moved to the edge of the seat in his
anger. “How could you not
be interested?”
“It's
easy, Sam,” Farkas shot back. “You have absolutely nothing on
her. I have nothing on her. She is as clean as a whistle, and I am
not interested. You've had seven months and you've failed to change
my mind.”
Sam
dropped his briefcase next to the chair and slammed a fist onto the
armrest, causing the metal to vibrate dully. With an oath he verbally
tore into the other man. “Her commex stayed in her house in exactly
the same place
for eighteen hours! And after she came back to Central Admin was when
everything began to fall apart! And speaking of falling apart, she fell apart when I- when Captain
James died, and now on top of everything else she's pregnant! There's a pattern here, I tell
you, and nobody else is concerned about it!”
Farkas
jumped to his feet and propped himself over the desk, his burning
eyes fixed in a glare on Sam's face. “She's clean, Sam! She's
clean, cleaner than anyone I've ever known! Jim Jarvis in IT has
scanned her personal office computer and found nothing, three
separate times! We've followed her movements throughout Central Admin
and they represent nothing erratic! We've run trace after trace on
the wedge file data dump that Vérité pulled on you and Jim, and the
only thing we've been able to find is that it ends in the UK, nothing
else. Miss McLean is either completely innocent of any attachment to
Vérité or she is one of the best hackers on the planet.” He
glowered at his old boss. “In short, if she is Vérité then she's
a ghost.”
Sam
stared back incredulously. “And you've done nothing else? Like have
her followed to her home?”
Farkas
groaned and sat back down. “Don't start on this again.”
“Answer
my question!” Sam insisted. “You didn't have her followed? Why in
the world not?”
“Because
I was not authorized to do so,” Farkas replied wearily. “As a
matter of fact, I was told to avoid doing so at all costs.”
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Sunday, February 1, 2015
The Demon Maelstrom, Excerpt #3
Dear Readers,
Here is the third excerpt from The Demon Maelstrom, the second book in the SubVersion Trilogy. I hope you enjoy, and I hope it keeps you guessing! Stay tuned for more news and content about the book, and as always, Let There Be Life!
Here is the third excerpt from The Demon Maelstrom, the second book in the SubVersion Trilogy. I hope you enjoy, and I hope it keeps you guessing! Stay tuned for more news and content about the book, and as always, Let There Be Life!
EXCERPT #3
Her
hands fell from her face and she glanced out the window again. It
must be almost three o'clock, she thought. She checked her watch
and confirmed the time as two forty-five. Her expression softened as
she stared off through the falling snow to the west, trying to divine
what lay beyond the city, beyond the beltway, inside a house miles
away in the middle of a snow-covered field. Three o'clock was the
prescribed time for a meeting more important than anything she was
doing at Central Admin today.
She
was startled from her reverie by Bridgit, who somehow had
materialized right next to her without her noticing. Bridgit stood
staring down at Anna's large belly with a serious look on her face,
her manner uncharacteristically hesitant and quiet. She had only been
part of Anna's coding team for a week but had already demonstrated an
extraordinary aptitude for her work; she had also shown a penetrating
mind that picked apart every bit of their project with a fervor that
disturbed Anna to no end. If Anna was worried about any of her team
discovering her secret, she was worried about Bridgit.
The
younger woman stood wordlessly for a full minute, glancing out the
window in the same direction as Anna before licking her lips and
clearing her throat to speak. “I've got two questions before you
get all gussied up for your party downstairs. If you have the time,
that is.”
Anna
nodded, her stomach clenching with a vague dread but her face
betraying nothing. “I have a couple minutes. Go ahead.”
Bridgit's
cocky grin half-appeared, but without its usual gusto. She scratched
her chin nervously, the tattooed snake that encircled her wrist
flexing with the movement. “I'm concerned about the new module
code. I didn't want to say anything in front of Jeremy, but I think
he's hit on something. A generic operating system process shouldn't
be conflicting with the security software the way it has been.”
I
was right, she is sharp, Anna
thought uncomfortably. She put on a thoughtful face and regarded
Bridgit with a cocked head. “Probably not. This module has been
rewritten several times now, though. Did you think to check for any
conflicting code from the previous version?”
Bridgit
gave her a strange look, somewhere between respectful disagreement
and incredulity. “That was the first thing I checked, before you
even got here this morning. There was only new code. The conflict is
occurring right where the module turns on. You get like two commands
in and it just dies.” She narrowed her eyes at Anna. “Jeremy told
me once that you sometimes set him up to look like the fool with some
sort of 'lesson' in the code for him to pick apart. As fun as it is
to do stuff like that to him, please tell me that's not what you were
doing here.”
Partial
relief washed over Anna and she gave a little smile. Jeremy must have
been lying to gain sympathy, but it worked to Anna's advantage. She
put a hand on Bridgit's arm. “No, I wasn't trying to test anyone,
except maybe my own patience. I'll bring it home with me tonight and
try to fix it, I'm sure it was just a stupid mistake on my part.”
Bridgit
raised an eyebrow at her, not looking entirely convinced. “But you
don't make mistakes.”
“I
try not to,” Anna replied, growing wary again. “But statistically
we're all bound to at some point.”
Shrugging,
Bridgit appeared resigned to the answer. However, she still didn't
turn to the door, only stood there with the same hesitant attitude.
Anna frowned at her.
“You
said you had two questions?” she inquired.
“I
did, yes.” Bridgit's gaze moved back down to Anna's stomach.
“You're . . . pregnant, right?”
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Friday, January 2, 2015
Some Tidbits
The creation of The SubVersion Complex and the world it inhabits has been one of the most intensive, fun, infuriating, and inspiring projects I've ever worked on so far. While the next two books in the trilogy are already proving to be a far more monumental task in scope and emotional scale (I am writing them both at the same time for the sake of consistency), the first still astounds me by the simple fact that a year ago it didn't even exist, and now it does. It's humbling.
So I figured I would give back a little bit here, take a break from writing the second book and share a little about the process of writing the first. I found myself intrigued by the process, and I hope you do too. Call it a "behind-the-scenes" look. Or whatever, you get the idea. So here goes, a list of interesting tidbits about various aspects of the creation of the book.
(1) If you read the Acknowledgments section of the book, you'll notice that I credited the band Nero for indirectly providing the inspiration for the novel. It was a very weird inspirational moment. I had just finished writing and editing a short comedic novel and was bored thinking of what else I might write. So I began trolling the music videos on YouTube, and Nero's "Must Be the Feeling" popped up. I like Nero and I began to watch. The video was heavily dystopian/police-state in content, involving a car being chased by a robotic cop on a motorcycle. As the protagonists are chased at top speed through an unidentified city at night, a glowing billboard warns that the driver and passenger in the car are wanted by the government for "subversion," among other things. In a strange moment of word association, I distinctly remember pausing the video, opening my word processor up and typing down "The Subversion Matrix." That sounded too much like "The Matrix." So I typed beneath that "The Subversion Complex." And a title was born, with no story attached to it. I had no clue what a "Subversion Complex" was, but I was excited to discover what it meant.
(2) In my original treatment, the black box is not occupied by the little girl, but by the man Daniel Marcus himself, and the entire story revolved around Anna "meeting" him through the interface and finally breaking him free out of compassion.
(3) I wrote three separate openings to the book as tests, one of them even experimenting with first person. The first person opening went nowhere, thankfully.
(4) Practically every bit of "tech" in the book already exists in real life right now, in one form or another. The book is partly a true story in this regard. This includes the giant incinerator inside the Complex that Miriam is thrown into. That scene is based on a medical waste processing plant in the United States that incinerates the dismembered bodies of aborted children. Other tech that already exists includes the self-driving cars, the idea of the quantum computer, the lab-created babies, animal/human DNA mixing, robotic military vehicles, population control measures with drugs, the "aural dosing" sessions, even the reactive computer to a very limited degree.
(5) Real events in the news both inspired my writing with ideas for scenes, as well as flogged me to continue. Every time I put the book away and decided I was done writing for a time, something horrible or frustrating in the news would pop up to compel me to continue, and I thank God and/or my angel for providing those moments.
(6) Practically all of the names in the book have significance, whether intentionally on my part or discovered fortuitously later:
Mr. Vickers is a British name that I liked, but it also worked beautifully as a play on the word "vicar." Appropriate, since he is a priest.
Another name of significance is Daniel Marcus, who is obliquely named after former SEAL team member Marcus Luttrell of Lone Survivor fame. Besides being a good rugged name for a good rugged man, it provided a sort of homage to a particularly courageous real-life soldier.
Sonya was another name I chose with purpose, it being the Russian version of the Greek name Sophia, which means "wisdom." The name is an irony of sorts, as she is loaded up with knowledge via computer, but the inputting of that knowledge shows lack of wisdom on the part of the scientists controlling her.
Both the names Annalise and Miriam I chose because I liked them, only to discover later that they both meant very significant things for their respective owners. As Daniel tells Anna at the kitchen table in the book, her name means "full of grace." An irony of sorts at first, as Anna is about the least grace-filled woman at the beginning of her story. And Miriam was a spectacularly appropriate choice made by accident, a name meaning "sea of sorrow."
(7) The entire book was written without an outline. Whether for the better or the worse, that's how I do things. The book pretty much existed in my head, and just needed coaxing out onto the computer.
(8) Anna's friend Meghan, who joins Anna for coffee near the beginning of the book, is named after the singer Meghan Trainor of "All About That Bass" fame. Knowing that I can't stand Meghan Trainor will probably make the choice of name obvious.
And those are 8 tidbits about The SubVersion Complex that you may not have known. Now you do!
So I figured I would give back a little bit here, take a break from writing the second book and share a little about the process of writing the first. I found myself intrigued by the process, and I hope you do too. Call it a "behind-the-scenes" look. Or whatever, you get the idea. So here goes, a list of interesting tidbits about various aspects of the creation of the book.
(1) If you read the Acknowledgments section of the book, you'll notice that I credited the band Nero for indirectly providing the inspiration for the novel. It was a very weird inspirational moment. I had just finished writing and editing a short comedic novel and was bored thinking of what else I might write. So I began trolling the music videos on YouTube, and Nero's "Must Be the Feeling" popped up. I like Nero and I began to watch. The video was heavily dystopian/police-state in content, involving a car being chased by a robotic cop on a motorcycle. As the protagonists are chased at top speed through an unidentified city at night, a glowing billboard warns that the driver and passenger in the car are wanted by the government for "subversion," among other things. In a strange moment of word association, I distinctly remember pausing the video, opening my word processor up and typing down "The Subversion Matrix." That sounded too much like "The Matrix." So I typed beneath that "The Subversion Complex." And a title was born, with no story attached to it. I had no clue what a "Subversion Complex" was, but I was excited to discover what it meant.
(2) In my original treatment, the black box is not occupied by the little girl, but by the man Daniel Marcus himself, and the entire story revolved around Anna "meeting" him through the interface and finally breaking him free out of compassion.
(3) I wrote three separate openings to the book as tests, one of them even experimenting with first person. The first person opening went nowhere, thankfully.
(4) Practically every bit of "tech" in the book already exists in real life right now, in one form or another. The book is partly a true story in this regard. This includes the giant incinerator inside the Complex that Miriam is thrown into. That scene is based on a medical waste processing plant in the United States that incinerates the dismembered bodies of aborted children. Other tech that already exists includes the self-driving cars, the idea of the quantum computer, the lab-created babies, animal/human DNA mixing, robotic military vehicles, population control measures with drugs, the "aural dosing" sessions, even the reactive computer to a very limited degree.
(5) Real events in the news both inspired my writing with ideas for scenes, as well as flogged me to continue. Every time I put the book away and decided I was done writing for a time, something horrible or frustrating in the news would pop up to compel me to continue, and I thank God and/or my angel for providing those moments.
(6) Practically all of the names in the book have significance, whether intentionally on my part or discovered fortuitously later:
Mr. Vickers is a British name that I liked, but it also worked beautifully as a play on the word "vicar." Appropriate, since he is a priest.
Another name of significance is Daniel Marcus, who is obliquely named after former SEAL team member Marcus Luttrell of Lone Survivor fame. Besides being a good rugged name for a good rugged man, it provided a sort of homage to a particularly courageous real-life soldier.
Sonya was another name I chose with purpose, it being the Russian version of the Greek name Sophia, which means "wisdom." The name is an irony of sorts, as she is loaded up with knowledge via computer, but the inputting of that knowledge shows lack of wisdom on the part of the scientists controlling her.
Both the names Annalise and Miriam I chose because I liked them, only to discover later that they both meant very significant things for their respective owners. As Daniel tells Anna at the kitchen table in the book, her name means "full of grace." An irony of sorts at first, as Anna is about the least grace-filled woman at the beginning of her story. And Miriam was a spectacularly appropriate choice made by accident, a name meaning "sea of sorrow."
(7) The entire book was written without an outline. Whether for the better or the worse, that's how I do things. The book pretty much existed in my head, and just needed coaxing out onto the computer.
(8) Anna's friend Meghan, who joins Anna for coffee near the beginning of the book, is named after the singer Meghan Trainor of "All About That Bass" fame. Knowing that I can't stand Meghan Trainor will probably make the choice of name obvious.
And those are 8 tidbits about The SubVersion Complex that you may not have known. Now you do!
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