Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Three Flash Submissions

Fired off three subs last night. Two to Flashshot (should hear back from them fairly soon, although I'm not that hopeful. The pieces didn't seem a great fit for them, or for anywhere I could find.)

The third went to Flash Me. I had to send it twice as I forgot the attachment first time around (silly boy). Hopefully they'll just shrug it off and read the proper one. I'm expecting a confirmation email from them by tomorrow.

Both places required me to write a biography. Which is surprisingly difficult when you haven't done anything. I eventually came up with

Brief Bio: Simon Searle is a young British author of all manner of speculative fiction. His flash fiction has previously appeared on flashshot. At the current rate of word count per published story increasing by 200 words every nine months, he expects to burst onto bestseller lists sometime in the twenty-fourth century.


And for the other one

BIO: Simon Searle is a young British author with big dreams and small plots

Which seemed like the best I could do at the time. Back to more waiting, I suppose (although I'm sort of worried about some of my other pending submissions. Those that requested .doc format might not be able to open some of the files, as stupid word 2007 saves in .docx for some reason. Bloody Micrsoft.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

Man And The Machine

Man And The Machine is a pretty short piece I cracked out in a couple of hours last night. It's currently awaiting an edit and a decent rewrite. And a white chritmas, while we're on the train to nowhere.

I've written it specifically for an anthology competition I stumbled across somewhere (I honestly can't remember how I found the site. I do know where it is, but posting the details of my story and the link in the same place seems kind of foolish. Sure, most of you are honest, but with this many readers, you can never be too careful. If anyone, or you, the only reader, wants the link, drop me a message on whatever lead you to the blog and I'll oblige.) Basically, the idea is to write a sci-fi story on the theme of a desolate place.

My story revolves around a data-gathering machine left on a venutian planet by human astronauts seeking a new home for mankind. They died without being able to leave the planet, meaning nobody is coming back and effectively the planet is going to be ignored forever (it's not very hospitable anyway). The machine, left on its own, has developed two sets of consciousness.

The first is a typical computer. It sticks to its patterns and coding, awaits human input etc. The second is much more sentient. It has learnt that it is alone and that no humans are coming back. It (The Machine) has learnt to think deep thoughts, and it has learnt to want to die (precisely how long this machine has been alone is not specified: such a long time that its internal clock has gone over the maximum length of time it can record, and yet the battery is over 98% full, meaning The Machine will be alone forevermore). (NTS: the bodies should have dissolved entirely by now, perhaps to only dessicated husks, if it's been that long NTS: only non-organics remain, to explain why no insects for such plentiful food sources). The story opens with The Machine musing on the difference between Man and The Machine.

The big problem arises when The Machine realises that it can no longer remember what humans need to survive. In other words, the higher-thinking Machine can no longer do its function, so the more robotic part plays back the last video footage recorded of humans, of The Operator (whom I tried to portray as something of a parent figure- i want The Machine to seem like a child) arriving and setting up the probe (probe is the wrong word, really, but it's all I have right now), and then killing himself after his partner starves to death.

In the middle of this, The Machine discovers an insect crawling on the surface of the planet (life has gone undetected as it is all subterranean and the probe is surface based-NTS: Make that clearer beforehand. NTS: describe underground adaptations to clarify). Desperate both for companionship (NTS:this clearer too) and for something to do, The Machine ignores parts of the old recording and studies the insect.

The Machine returns to the recording just in time to watch The Operator die and concludes, quite naturally, that the human died because he was alone, and that the insect can never be left alone or it, too, will die (although it would be more accurate to say that The Operator died because he was left alone by humans, and becaue he would have died eventually anyway). The Machine dreams of creating hundreds of these insects to play with and study.

The insect runs away from the machine and tries to burrow underground. The Machine tries to grab it and accidently rips it in half, leaving The Machine alone again. The Machine concludes, amid a new shower of acid rain that does nothing to The Machine (NTS: add this in), that the essential difference is that Man can die, while The Machine can not.

So what's the problem?

Well there really isn't one. I'm using this as an excuse to talk out loud about the piece. I think that will help, especially as I want this to be good. Better than normal. More thematic.

So what themes am I aiming at? Loneliness would be key, I suppose. The Operator opts not to be alone and kills himself. The Machine is alone and does not want to be. It hates being alone. And ultimately, this fear of being alone causes it to be alone all over again (NTS: perhaps have the dying insect spray a hormone trail warning others of its kind to stay away?)

There's also one scene that's bugging me. As written, The Machine has a telescopic arm that it uses to grab the insect. But that makes it seem less helpless than it really should be. So I thought about changing it to only having a series of flashing lights to attract the insect, highlighting that The Machine can not move, can only sit there and scan the atmosphere. But then how do I make the insect die? (It could just run off and warn the others with a scent trail, but I think that's a lot less dramatic). The Machine is a sphere, so it could roll, but how?

I think I prefer the flashing lights idea to highlight the weakness and helplessness of the machine. Ooh, I'm having a thought. What if I have The Machine contain a sample-scanning bay (sort of like a CD drive, but for test tubes and things) that it attracts the insect into, but then the insect tries to run off and it snaps shut on it instead? Yeah, I like that a lot better.

The other thing I'm doing in the story is periodically interrupting with what represents a read-out of some vital system and test data (ambient temperature, atmospheric gases, system status etc.) The first time it happens, everything is in abbreviations (there's nobody there to read it, but The Machine can't not display it; it is bound by function after all) and the data about The Machine is displayed first. The next time it happens, which is in the video of the astronauts (which is basically like a memory), The Machine puts the atmospheric info first (as that is of most importance to the human Operator). The last time sequentially, which is also the last time chronologically, the data is back to the first configuration (as there are no humans still/again). I also use this data to convey how long The Machine has been there (System Time is one of the outputs) and relatively how much longer it has to go (Battery Power is another one).

I think three times in what will end up being a very short story (probably under 2000, maybe around 1500) is an ok amount. I want to make the point without breaking up the flow too much. I also want to avoid, as much as possible, the reader skimming over it and thinking "Oh, this crap again" because some of the inferences are very important. I think I might have a couple of other things I should chop (The Machine goes ...beep...beep...beep a lot more than might be necessary. (NTS: Take a look at that) Although the repeated ellipses are something I use in the story to indicate when it's the more rigid of the machine consciousnesses doing the talking.

I'm also doubting my ability to pull this off. What I've just written sounds very cool (to me at least) which is a huge part of why I want to make this work. But I don't want to screw it up. I'm hoping this blog rambling will help with that (all those Notes To Self are things I may well not have thought of without this post, or might have thought of and then forgotten. I really think this will help. Now I just need to sit myself down and do the damn writing.

Oh, and the blog about the story is now several hundred words longer than the actual story itself (in first draft form, anyway)

Monday, September 17, 2007

World's Best Submission Response

One of the places I submitted to in my last round of optimism had a typo on their submissions info page. I've seen such things before (which either says something about the quality of submission info pages generally or about the quality of places I submit to) but this time decided to point it out, in the hope that building a relationship with the editor would make it more difficult for him to tell me I suck.

Anyway, I qualified the email with
I couldn't decide if this would make me seem helpful or like an arrogant jerk. Hopefully the first one


The editor sent me an email back tonight (which set my stomach into an acrobatic routine worthy of shameful, shameful bronze, same as always). It read
Cheers for the edit. It definitely makes you seem helpful, and not at all an arrogant jerk. I wonder how many people noticed the typo and didn't write in to correct it. Thanks again. We've added your submission to the review process and should have an answer soon.


So wins all round, I think. And at least this proves that editors actually read the postscript on their submission emails.

Yes, that's right. The World's Best Submission Response said very little about my submission.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Things I Learned Today

1) The armpit is medically known as the axilla
2) MP3/MP4 file formats have really confusing wikipedia articles
3) Trying to talk like a computer that's trying to talk a person is hard
4) Human body temperature is not as straight forward as you might think
5) Venus would not be a fun place to take a holiday. It's seriously hot down there.
6) MS Word does not know the word biostasis
7) Everyone in Ye Olde England really was called Edward, Richard, Henry or John
8) "Biostasis" does not mean what I think it means
9) Even 1000 words takes me a long time to write
10) I suck at plans and deadlines. But hey, at least I wrote a new story.

Sub to All Possible Worlds

I sent The Swords of Winter to All Possible Worlds. It's my oldest finished story and I've had five rejections on it so far. I had to edit it a bit for them (it was 6200 words before, 5900~ now). Hopefully it'll be good news this time.

I also joined a group on FW that just aims to help people acheive goals through the power of peer pressure. That sounds like just what I need to help me do something with my day.

Friday, September 14, 2007

One Edit Down

So I just finished editing my oldest good story (again), on the back of three rejections. It's now quite different from the original (one of the characters got redemption, although she still gets murdered, and there's actually a point to the story, rather than it just being "a thing that happened"). I think I've made it stronger, although I can't really be sure. I'll start looking for a home for it tonight after work, or tomorrow.

Next up on the list of things to do: Edit "August 12th 1717" into submissibility and finish writing Red Coral (which isn't the piece I really want to write, but will hopefully get my writing muscles into good enough shape to do some justice to Crescent Castle).

And I've decided to go for NaNoWriMo again this year, using the novel idea I came up with a few weeks ago and mentioned on my last blog (I've checked everywhere I can think that I might have stolen the idea from, but I can't find anywhere, so I think it's not exactly like I decided to write a book about some hobbits and a magic ring).

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Starting Again

The blog, not the writing. Although I haven't done much of either lately. So, a general update.

I have two submissions out waiting for responses (one at 1097 magazine and the other at Murky Depths) and I'm expecting to hear on both of those in the next six or seven weeks. I have a couple of pieces I'm actively working on rewriting/editing that I hope to get out somewhere in the next ten days or so. And I have three short stories and one longer piece that have been sitting on my hard drive since forever and are currently further down the work queue, as I'm currently less interested in and excited over those. But hopefully somewhere along the line I'll do something with those.

I'm also writing a new short story (this wouldn't be that interesting except I haven't really done this for a while, and I really like this story). In a way, I'm almost scared to write it as it all looks and sounds very cool in my head, but when it comes out on paper it all sounds flat and lame. I know the answer is to get over myself and just do it, but that's not going so well right now.

I'm also mid contemplation on a novel project (most of which is concerning my fears that I read the blurb on the back of a book somewhere and I now think it's an original idea). I know I've been here before, with a failed novel and two failed series' behind me, but this time I'm really serious.

No, really.