Showing posts with label steampunk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label steampunk. Show all posts

Thursday, January 17, 2013

When Nerds Go Out On Errands

I love playlists! Well, I could say it's themed blog playlists I love, because I don't really make book playlists and there are no organized playlists in my phone, all the music is just crammed in there.

I was thinking the other day as I was driving to the grocery store and I started to slide out of control on the icy road, while one of the following songs was playing on the iPod, that it was freaking epic. Much more than a shopping trip was occurring; the particular soundtrack playing at the time had caused us to cross over into Nerd Adventure territory. (No worries, I didn't crash, and yes I really was thinking while sliding that it was super epic, and the kids got a lesson on anti-lock brakes while we were at it.)

Anyway, I have a small list of the type of tunes in our music library that can turn the simplest of food runs into Epic Nerd Quests. I really do sit up straighter and drive differently whenever a track from Pirates of the Caribbean comes on. Suddenly my messy mom van becomes a stately pirate ship, navigating the unplowed roads of Boise with ponderous grace. Until I crash into a parking lot snow mountain. But then I just Fus Ro Dah all that dirty snow away!

Any of the following tracks make our routine errands much more fun:








On the subject of playlists and music, over at Behind the Steam we just released our Top 10 Steampunk Songs for the new year! Go check it out. Most of it is epic enough for nerd adventures!

One of the bands featured in the top 10 list is The Cog is Dead, currently my most-obsessed-over steampunk group. They're releasing their second album soon, and this is one of their catchy new songs:


Do you have any playlists that put you in an adventurous or happy mood? What about playlists for your books or general writing?

This time last year:

The Sims Saga - The kids and I will never forget these "family" stories as long as we live.

Fatty Catty, An Adorable Baby, and An Adorably Weird Husband - One of my old "funny pictures" posts!

P.S. Right now I'm seriously procrastinating on 13 law blogs and 10 landing pages...


Thursday, July 12, 2012

There are Steampunks in Reno!!

No funny last Monday because EVERYONE IS GETTING MARRIED and EVERYONE IS IN TOWN, so I've been a busy mama. But I wanted to share a fun thing the kids and I did last Friday. My friend Erica Mulkey (known by her performing name as Unwoman, and she's playing with Amanda Palmer in San Francisco this week, epic squee!) was in Reno, and she put on a lovely show for the local steampunks. So I dusted off my corset, the kids borrowed some of my clothes, and off we went... There really need to be more of "my people" here to attract more talent like Erica; on the other hand, I kinda like us being a rarity, as the shows are so affordable whenever they do happen to drift this way.





I got a few clips of her playing, although most of it had to be edited out because of my phone camera's bad sound quality. Oh, look at my little dorks jumping around in the background!


And then we went to Walmart afterward, and a little bit of this happened:


So speaking of Unwoman, Alyssa and I interviewed her a while back on Behind the Steam, in case you missed it...

And speaking of Behind the Steam, we just put up a review for Abney Park's newest album Ancient World, which is one of the last podcasts with crappy audio (I think we still have one more recorded with our old equipment) since I have a new mic and Alyssa has better recording software. We recently did a really fun (meaning bugshiz insane) interview with an overseas steampunk personality, and another one with one of my favorite bands, and we have a few more scheduled that have me fangirling all over the place!

Listen to two of my favorite songs off Ancient World and you'll see why I was so excited to review the album!



Oh, what's that...? I have to go make dinner now? I have to do laundry and clean the house? But I was so happy here! *sigh* Real life calleth. I'm going to be in Boise next week seeing my mom's new house, so I probably won't be blogging until I get back. Until then, give mama some comments! Done anything weird lately?



Thursday, June 28, 2012

I Suck Because...

I dropped off the face of the earth for weeks! And stuff has been happening, it's not like I've just been this boring lump the whole time - well, today I have, but I have a reason for that. Broken foot or sprained ankle or something. Whatever.

I mean, I haven't even been replying to my comments! Bad author. Very bad. I'll fix that as soon as I'm done posting this. So as for the stuff that's been happening - I like bullet lists. Bullet lists are cool. I'm going to use one now:

  • I'm not working at Michael's anymore; we'd thought we were moving to Boise, but that fell through. At any rate, I discovered retail is not my thing, so I'm back at Denny's, starting tomorrow night. Apparently I'm a great server. ;) I'm actually pretty excited about it. I miss my old co-workers and my awesome regular customers. I'm just not looking forward to all that walking on a bad foot, even though you'd think I'd be used to my bad feet by now.
  • Speaking of my foot: I was doing Couch to 5K, a beginner's running program, with Lia. It was awesome. I loved it! And then I did something stupid with my left foot about a week and a half ago, got x-rays that were inconclusive, and every step since then has been agony. But, since I don't give up (or maybe I just don't learn), as soon as it's healed I'm starting back up with the program.
  • Our Behind the Steam blog with my friend Alyssa has been taking off, and we're busy with interviews and album reviews! More on that later in this post...
  • I'm changing my author name to my maiden name, either Kristin Baker or Kristin Marie Baker. Which means I need to change my blog banner...
  • The full manuscript of The Moongate is on an editor's desk. *insert Snoopy happy dance here* I know I keep waffling between self-publishing and small presses - I think I gave up on the small presses too soon. All it took was a very kind request for a full to pull me out of that slump. I haven't even touched the tip of the iceberg when it comes to researching small presses, and I don't like giving up without fully exploring my options.

Now about Behind the Steam! Oh my glob, we had such an awesome interview last week! The following picture, that's me just before the Skype interview took off. Yes, this extremely glamorous author and blogger does her band interviews in the bathtub. It's the comfiest place I can lock myself away from noisy kids when I'm trying to be professional and all (hard to do when half the time I'm being a giggly, nervous fangirl), and the acoustics are good, since my laptop's mic is pretty crappy.


You guys might know I have this huge fangirl obsession with a little steampunk robot band called Steam Powered Giraffe... That's right, we interviewed the band's very own Rabbit (the crazy guy with the pirate hat in the following video), and the podcast is up now on our blog. Also - the girls burst into tears and killed me when they discovered I interviewed Rabbit without telling them. Oops! Well anyway, go check it out right here!


I know a few weeks ago for the Monday funny I promised a hysterical video, but it's not quite finished yet. There's one other scene I want to shoot first, to give y'all the full slap-in-the-face effect that is my family at their nuttiest. With my graveyard work schedule this week, I probably won't get it done on time for this Monday, but I do have some funny pictures saved for the occasion - I'm really going to try to post more regularly. Since the last few funny Mondays were nothing more than a dark void of suckitude on my part, I'll leave you all with a video that sums up my thoughts on summertime quite perfectly:




Monday, May 14, 2012

Lefties and Steampunks (Lefty Steampunks!)

Oh my gosh. The other day my blog showed up as a surprise in Steampunk News, which resulted in sore facial muscles from walking around smiling for over an hour, but then I thought, "My last blog post was just mah funnies, no steampunk in there," so I figured I'd better scramble and get in some steampunk for their readers who might click on my blog and go, "Why the *beep* was this in there??"

And since it's Monday, of course it has to be funny! I've used up all my funny pictures, and Lia's slacking on finding me some more, so I scoured the webs this morning and found a few. It's a mix of steampunk and not. Whatever. But first:


Interesting shiz, right? Especially since I'm a leftie! I wasn't too happy with some of the stuff here (such as the last one, what the crap), but I liked/agreed with a few. Such as: Half my kids are lefties (my hubby is a rightie); I tested for MENSA and passed, but didn't wanna join; I despise spiral notebooks, they should all burn; I use the mouse with my right hand (I also shoot a bow right-handed); and yes, I've noticed that my boy cat swats me with his left paw. My little leftie kitty!

Now the steampunk stuffs! This is an old one. Sometimes I feel like that, though. Like I'm not doing it right. :B



I apologize for the language in this video's title; I can't help that. But the video itself is one big inside joke for steampunks (there's no bad language in it). I have to post it, because I'm guilty of a lot of these sayings!


On the subject of "just glue some gears to it," I bought these shiny babies at work because I want to glue them to some stuff and call it steampunk. A lot of steampunks hate that! But I think if it looks like it could be functional in a real steampunk sci-fi world (My time machine/feathered hairpiece doesn't really transport me back in time?! That is so not steampunk!) and is aesthetically pleasing, glue on those pretty gears, baby!


I made this face after I ripped open the packages and held those lovely cogs for the first time:


Speaking of work, funny story that happened yesterday. I'm working on some downstocking with my manager (dangerous job for clumsy people. I almost fell off one of those big "employee only" movable staircase ladders), and he gets a call over his headset radio that someone needed him at the other end of the store. He says, "On my way. In fact, I'll skip there!" I watch him walk away, the liar, so I state over my headset, "You're not skipping!" He then proceeds to skip the rest of the way across the crowded store. I love headset radios!

Also speaking of work, which has taken away all my writing time, I regret to inform all y'all that I have no new progress on Cobalt, which is depressing because I'm only 3 or 4 chapters away from finishing it! But soon I'll have more writing time. And then my steampunk YA will be unleashed upon the unsuspecting masses!!! Well, upon my beta readers, at least...


And now I'm terribly sorry, my good ladies and gentlemen, but it's off to work for me...


Tuesday, April 10, 2012

The Unveiling!

Okay y'all, I did promise to divulge Alyssa's and my super-secret project today! We launched it a couple hours ago, and we couldn't be more excited! So basically, you pretty much know by now that I won't shut up about steampunk. I met Alyssa at an Abney Park concert, and a couple months ago she sent me an email along the lines of, "You write and have a cool blog. Wanna go in together and make a blog about steampunk music?" And then I did some kind of fangirl happy dance because the thing I freak out over the most, next to books, is music. Especially steampunk music!

So our plans for the blog are pretty simple: We interview musicians of the steampunk genre and put the podcasts up for our followers on Twitter (@BehindTheSteam). We'll also post articles and reviews of music, cons, and other steampunk things we geek out over, and as we gain experience and learn new ways to make the blog shine, I think it's just going to get better and better!

Our first podcast, a fun interview between just the two of us, is already up on Behind the Steam's very first post! It's available to everyone, not just Twitter followers. I have to apologize in advance for the audio on my end. I didn't realize my laptop's mike is so crappy. Half the time I'm bellowing, the other half my voice is just garbled. But it's still a pretty cool interview, I think! I will be investing in a much better microphone before our next interview.

Something I think is really super geek-out-worthy is our opening music, written and recorded for us by none other than Nathaniel Johnstone! I love it; it's kicky, fun, and goofy. (It's also going to be my ringtone if I can figure out how to set ringtones on my phone.) And speaking of that guy who plays stringed instruments like some kind of weird, be-kilted angel, check back with our blog on Thursday, where we'll unleash our interview with him upon the world! MUHAHAHAHAAA!!!

That's right. This guy. Awesome, right?

So here is our site: Behind the Steam. Bookmark it. Share it with your friends who might be interested in steampunk music. Share it with your friends whom you'd like to scare with steampunk music. And heck, if you lose the bookmark, not to worry! Because I'll freak out on this blog anytime we have something new coming up. There is no escape! (Unless, of course, you choose to un-follow me but please don't do that!)

And there's not much news on the writing front, other than that I've queried a few more small press publishers, and will probably stop my search after that and go indie if the answer's no from all of them. I've been doing my research, I've looked at the covers from some of the best of these publishers, and I think, "I can do that." I can also do the marketing and promoting on my own as well. I'm thinking this is shaping up to be a pretty exciting year, creatively!

Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Rather Picture-Heavy Post on What Steampunk Is To Me

I get asked this question a lot when I tell people I'm working on a Young Adult steampunk novel. Steampunk fiction, along with other aspects of steampunk, is getting pretty popular these days (just look up Justin Bieber's steampunk Christmas video, ugh). More often than not, people will at least have heard the word Steampunk, but not know exactly what it entails - or how devoted true steampunks are.



My short answer to the question, What is steampunk? is: Victorian or Wild West sci-fi, in a time when steam technology ruled. A slightly more informative answer is that it's a sub-genre with roots in literature from writers such as Jules Verne and H. G. Wells, but the term steampunk didn't start popping up until the late 80's. Steampunks have widely varied opinions on what exactly their passion entails, from those who wear gear-encrusted goggles as an item of fashion, to those who believe every gear, light, and lens should be functional or at least hypothetically functional. (You mean to tell me your hydraulic laser gun arm extension with the time-travelling wristwatch doesn't actually work?! You're not a true steampunk!)

I'm kind of in the middle. A piece of jewelry with artistically placed, glued on gears will make me drool, but I don't incorporate goggles into my outfits. (Lia has a vintage pair of WWI soldier's goggles though, that I put on my cat for my profile picture. He is totally a steampunk kitty.)

Totally drool-worthy!
Even more drool-worthy
Lia's steampunk-ish pendant made from watch innards;
a gift to her from my mom. Coolest grandma ever? I think so!
I'm not going to expound in detail what I think steampunk should be (articles like that already abound on the interwebs), but I'd like to tell you a little bit of what it means to me and how I discovered it, while bombarding your eyeballs with lots of cool pictures (some pictures are embedded with even more informative links).

Yep, Victorian sci-fi: It doesn't get much cooler than the Neverwas Haul, a gorgeous Victorian house on wheels. Most likely runs on gas, but in a real steampunk world it would, of course, be steam powered.


And you can hardly have a steampunk story without an airship in it.


Fashion is a huge deal for most steampunks. This picture freaked me out because of the super-cool gear-encrusted goggle the model is wearing like a pirate eyepatch. (Didn't I mention one of those before?) What I really love about this is that my character Kate in Cobalt has an injury to her left eye that renders it sensitive to light, and she has a goggle like the one in this picture, with little gears and levers that shade her eye from the light and enhance her vision. I swear I've been writing the story for months, but I only stumbled across the picture tonight! Awesome!


A steampunk gentleman might look like this dapper fellow. Your outfit can be as simple or elaborate as you want it to be.


Many of you will have seen the steampunk episode of Castle. In this picture he's wearing a very expensive variation of the kind of gadget some steampunks add to their personas.




In the mid 90's I started playing a PC puzzle adventure game called Myst. I was drawn into the beauty of the scenes, and the contraptions and clues you had to solve that were steam powered. The storyline of this game series is so rich that it all stuck with me, and when I discovered steampunk not too much longer after that, I was immediately reminded of Myst.

In the game Myst, the main character Atrus sends you on a journey to solve
puzzles from steam powered contraptions and machines he's built himself.
A really fun aspect of steampunk is the music. Since music is so important to me, it's what formally got me into the genre. Although there are many steampunk bands that I love, I'll just share my two favorites, Abney Park and Vernian Process, since I'm trying to encompass a wide variety of steampunk aspects in this post.

Vernian Process' sound varies from industrial and 80's-inspired, to theatrical cabaret-style, to orchestral - with soaring, dark instrumentals, chimes, and bells. (Click here for an amazing example.)

About the genre as a whole, Vernian Process' Josh Pfeiffer told me: "As an artist, I couldn't be happier that Steampunk is getting more recognition, and attention. As a fan of the aesthetic, I am mixed on this recent surge of interest. It makes me kind of miss the days when I would stumble upon some cool Steampunk piece of media, and get all excited, like I just discovered a lost treasure."

Click on the picture for their circusey song inspired by
Ray Bradbury's Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Abney Park's sound is inspired by widely varying ethnic music and soul-wrenching ballads. Basically, you could listen to one song that's a simple pirate shanty, and the next is a wild gypsy tune that dares you not to dance to it.

If you click on the picture, then on the greenish icon labeled "Coming 2012,"
it'll play one of their new songs from their upcoming album!
And finally, the part about steampunk that most fans will agree is pretty awesome, are the inventions. Some amazingly creative and talented people have gone beyond gluing gears to pendants, to add vintage beauty and a sci-fi spin on modern day gadgets.


I hear it's not as expensive as you'd think to convert an ordinary Nerf gun into something that looks like it could shoot lasers. Something like this, or the phone above, is on my to-do list - if I ever suddenly develop a skill for leather and metalworking, that is. ;)


For some truly amazing and functional steampunk artwork, Datamancer turns PCs, laptops, keyboards, and other devices into beautiful, unique treasures. If you only check out one link in this post, make sure that's the one. Because yes, something that looks like it could be functional is cool enough, but when it actually is functional, like Datamancer's work, that's the true spirit of steampunk.



In response to Josh's comments, I think discovering steampunk really is, for the mainstream, like finding treasure in the mundane, mass-marketed, easily broken merchandise of the present. But, like a lot of treasure that's not exactly new, but is tarnished from time, and still generally viewed as "weird" by the mainstream, interest will eventually move on to newer fads - and the true fans will still be here. And maybe we will have added to our ranks of talented, wacky, and creative steampunks. :)

And lastly, on a more personal level: Take a painfully introverted mother of six, who's never quite fit in with any group all her life, can't even do mainstream right, and is getting into middle age and not liking it one bit. She's had post-partum depression for years and feels like she's lost her identity, but above all, has never let go of her dream to write. She already has one novel under her belt and is well into the second one, and has always loved the weird, the magical, and the less-beaten path. She finally finds something fun to wake her up again, and for the first time in longer than she can remember, the depression lifts. Best of all, her kids think their weird mom is the coolest thing ever, not an embarrassment. And when she takes them to a few shows and is embraced by the steampunk community and makes some awesome new friends, she knows she finally belongs somewhere.

This is what steampunk really is to me.



Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Dressing Your Characters! (Steampunk Edition)

Normally I don't go into detail describing clothes. Even though I write fantasy, and the clothing my characters wear look detailed and fantastical in my head, I try to limit descriptions of anything, including clothing (especially clothing) to one or two paragraphs. Or I'll drop hints during the narrative or dialogue that give the reader a few clues about what the characters are wearing, and let them fill in the blanks with their own imaginations. Usually readers don't like lengthy descriptions.

But if you know steampunks, you know they love their fashion. There's a scene in Cobalt when Kate and Ania need to change their clothing to blend in with a less fancy crowd. Because of a condition Kate has, her own clothing needs to be adjustable, and a couple times I thought it was needed to remind the reader of that fact, so it didn't look like I was being careless and forgot.

But mainly, I just wanted to have some fun dressing up the girls in some cool steampunk outfits! There are a couple of pictures at the end of this post that slightly inspired Kate's clothes, but read it first and then tell me if I painted a decent enough mental picture.

It’s off with the girly petticoats, and good riddance!” Ania cut into Kate’s thoughts by tossing a garment at her head. “Here’s a pair of trousers that would suit you. See, the fabric is flexible, and there’s a drawstring waist. Milek, get out of here. Women are getting dressed.”

Milek shrugged and headed down the hall to pillage some more. Ania removed her dress and petticoats, then pulled on a plain brown tunic with some black breeches. “It’s a lucky thing Stark is a small man.” She selected a leather belt with many little compartments, hooks, and loops attached to it, and strapped it around her waist.

Kate looked at her trousers with distaste, not wanting to wear anything that had touched that man’s backside. “It’s threadbare. The seams are starting to wear out along the seat.”

“It can’t be helped, it’s the most adjustable item of clothing I could find.”

“Why can’t I just keep what I’m wearing?” Kate had grown fond of her shift with elegant, flowing sleeves, and the embroidered bodice.

Ania eyed her friend’s cream-colored skirt that might have been constructed with just a few too many ruffles and bustles. “You could keep the top, but we’re no longer luxury passengers. We’ll be traveling in questionable company at best. That skirt’s a bit too enticing, and impractical for traveling on a merchant ship. Come here a moment.”

Ania found a small pair of tarnished scissors in their pile. Kate stifled a dismayed cry as she started snipping around the circumference of the skirt, until the lower half fell to the floor in a heap of of silk and lace. Her bare legs stuck out of a skirt that barely reached mid-thigh.

“There. Now put the trousers on. What’s left of your skirt will hide the threadbare spots.”

The faded brown pants fit snugly around her legs, easily tucking inside her boots when she pulled them back on. She looked at the chopped-off remnants of her skirt with a regretful sigh. Leaning down, she tore a strip of lace from the ruins, then tied her hair back.

“Look what I found.” Milek took two steps into the room, then stopped dead. “Oh, can I come in?”

“Well, you don’t see any bosoms hanging out, do you?” Ania started lacing up her boots.

Kate caught a glimpse of polished silver and gleaming faceted blue in Milek’s hands. “What is it?”

He held it out to her. A black leather belt and sheath, etched with swirling designs, encased a delicate silver hilt embedded with round sapphires. Like miniature globes, they shone the exact color of Cobalt. She grasped the handle, carefully pulling it out of its leather casing to reveal a slim blade, gleaming blue-white from the light of the real Cobalt lamps in the room.

“The wardrobe in his bedroom,” Milek explained in a hushed voice. “I found a hidden compartment full of personal items. I have a feeling they belonged to the other Cobalt-touched he’s abused in the past. I left the others where they were, but I thought this suited you. And, after what you did for Ania, I think you deserve it.”

Kate didn’t know what to think about taking something that had once belonged to another person like her. One who wasn’t lucky enough to get away. She looked over at Ania. The other girl nodded, her eyes appraising the wickedly sharp blade and the expertly crafted belt. “I think the knife’s previous owner would be grateful if you took it away from that evil man.”

Hesitating a moment, Kate sheathed the knife, then strapped the belt around her waist. “In that case, I think we should take all the things out of that secret compartment. Dr. Stark shouldn’t keep any of it.”

“Agreed.” Milek grabbed a pack from the pile and went back down the hall.

Halfway through attaching her own knife to a loop on her belt, the same one Kate had used to cut out the parasite, Ania stopped to give Kate a second glance. “You look just like a pirate now.” She laughed. “You know how I feel about pirates, but--once we’re in the streets of Murdock, it won’t hurt to give others the impression that they’re better off leaving us alone.”


I love Magdalene Veen's vagabond steampunk style, but since Kate is 12, the half-skirt would be topped with a more modest shift and bodice. This skirt is very cool, though, just about what Kate's would look like.


I have this exact same chemise and corset, from Damsel in this Dress! (Except mine is burgundy with gold embroidery. The color of Kate's, if I remember correctly from a previous chapter.) The bodice's lacing makes Kate's top as adjustable as she needs it to be.


Rather than brown leggings, these are tights, yet have the same kind of look with the pants under the shorter bustled skirt Ania "made" for Kate:


Hmm. Although I didn't model Kate after myself (she's too skinny, lol), the clothes she wears in this scene pretty much describe the type of outfits I like to put together. *sheepish grin*

Now I need to ask your honest opinions. Am I describing too much in this scene? Did I balance the action and dialogue well with my descriptions of their clothing? Or did I let my love for steampunk fashion overwhelm my storytelling?

And, as always, I want to know your methods. How do you describe something your character is wearing? Especially if it's something unusual or has a specific design or function, such as Ania's belt or Kate's knife?

Monday, January 9, 2012

On Back Shavers, Victorian Mosh Pits, and Lia

Once again, Lia has made Cobalt look really silly. In this scene, our heroes have escaped misfortune and find themselves among the crew of a modest merchant airship, the Velia Rose. Although at first glance the captain and crew appear normal and respectable, once Lia sabotages my laptop, the scene takes quite a different turn. Poor Kate and Ania! Will they ever get a break?

Despite her injury, Ania zipped up the stairs almost too fast for Kate to follow. Taking the hint, Kate stopped on the first step and turned back, holding Ruby close in her folded arms. Her eyes swept over the close-packed boxes and barrels. The ship had looked too small from the outside to fit such a cavernous space within its hull, Kate thought.

Crewmen ran to and fro around the hold, shoving more crates into place and beating anyone who got in the way. One crewman was so flustered, he grabbed his back shaver and ran it across one rich man’s head, giving him a reverse Mohawk. Another crew member took a woman, ripped off her corset, and threw it off the side of the ship, then threw her off the ship as well. The ship was in chaos. The crewmen were going nuts, and Ania and Kate were right in the middle of it, trying to avoid being shaved or kicked in the booty. Kate tried to duck around a mosh pit, but was whacked in the face by a rogue boot. Ania, even with her injury, threatened to murder the next person who tried to French kiss her. Finally, Ania and Kate managed to wade through the dog piles and flailing limbs and made it to the other end of the room and escaped through a body-shaped hole.

Abney Park's Ophelia, although crewed by musical, drunken pirates,
still seems more respectable and sane than the crew of the Velia Rose!

In related news, I'm collaborating with a friend of mine for a really exciting project involving both music and steampunk, but I can't say much about it yet. It should be ready in about a month or so. Let's just say the fangirl in me is doing some major squee-ing!

And now this post is getting me in the mood to work on Cobalt some more. It's been a few weeks since last I wrote, which is sad because I'd really been on a roll. If I can pick up "steam" again (heh heh) and get back to my old speed from the last time I worked on that scene (minus the airship moshpit and slapstick madness), I think I'll be done with this book in no time!


Saturday, November 12, 2011

How To Give This Momma a Heart Attack. Also, Some Music and Stuffs

I want to blog, dang it! In Cobalt, I've just introduced a character who would look like a teenage version of this guy (what choo think about that eye candy, Abby? Even if I'm not really into Matthew Bellamy anymore, I did plan my character around him). Although the action is ramping up and it's getting really fun, I'm floundering with the introductory dialogue. It's going a little something like this:

Ania: "What in the hayell...where'd you come from, old acquaintance/romantic interest?"
Milek: "Hey babe. Knew I'd run into ya here one day or another." *wink wink* "You gonna introduce me to your hot friend?"
Kate: *blush fumble snort*
Ania: "OMG GTFO. BTW, her dad was famous but now he's dead and stuff."
Milek: "Nice scar. What's a cute, rich little heiress doing out here all on her own? I should tell your mommy!"
Ania: "I will poke you with all my stabby pointy weapons!"

Okay, not really. But it feels like this conversation is that awkward. I need to plan out my dialogue instead of just jumping into it!

Anyway, moving right along. Can you imagine how much it would scare you, as a mom (if you're a guy, just pretend you're a mom for a minute) and you got this text from your 18-year-old daughter on the first day of her new job: "I almost killed myself! I tripped over my boots and almost fell off a castle onto the ice! It was like 20 feet high! Oh, and one of my co-workers asked me to marry him when I was eating your chicken soup during lunch."

Yes, friends, that lucky child's very first job ever is her dream job, a stagehand doing backstage stuff at local events. Last weekend she worked for Disney On Ice. My friend got the following picture of the set. The middle part, between the staircases, was the section that nearly ended her life!


She still has bruises and cuts from falling on the ice while pushing set pieces around and squishing her fingers in equipment. She got to help the skaters with their props and costumes (and sent me several interesting texts on the colorful vocabulary of the princesses and the amazing abs of the princes), and she had Disney songs stuck in her head for days afterward. Next weekend, she gets to work backstage for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra! Momma is a little bit jealous. ;D I'm not too worried she'll be falling off any more castles, though.

Well, I haven't done any Music Friday posts in a while. That's partly due to my shoulders causing me so many problems, and partly because I'm planning to work with an awesome friend of mine on a different project involving steampunk music. (It's kind of up in the air for now, because both of us have been crazy busy lately.) I still have lots of music ideas for this blog, especially involving writing. They might be a little sporadic, though. But since I'm working on a steampunk book, I thought I'd share something that gave me my very first taste of steampunk.

Some of you might have heard of (or played) the PC game Myst. What a gorgeous game! I loved the whole concept of it from the very beginning, before I even knew what steampunk was. I won't go into too much detail in this post, since I'm planning on making another Myst-related post soon, and I'm rambling on too long anyway. But I'd love to share a clip or two of the game's soundtrack, which is, to me, very inspiring while writing in the steampunk genre.



Since you've all been kind enough to stick with my nonsensical post so far, I'd like to share part of the dialogue in Cobalt that's giving me grief. I feel a little stuck on where to go with it next, but I'm going to brainstorm.
Not quite knowing what to do, Kate wrapped both hands around her mug and took a huge drink of the lukewarm, bitter water. 
Milek laughed. “Charmed, indeed.”
“This is Kate.” Ania’s eyes flashed in Milek’s direction. “Katerina Lebel. I’m guarding her during her stay in the city.” 
Milek’s eyes widened and he took a second, longer look at Kate. “Well, such a name would surely afford you girls better accommodations than this.” 
Kate lowered her mug and returned Milek’s gaze. “I didn’t realize my name was this well-known so far south.” 
Milek smiled. “Oh, anyone who’s spent time on a ship knows the name Lebel. But Ania here can’t be your only escort? Not that she isn’t more than an adequate guard, but I’d think such a young heiress wouldn’t be out on her own.” The boy’s eyes traveled over Kate, taking extra time, she was sure, on her scar, dirty hair, and ragged clothing. 
“That’s none of your concern,” Ania snapped. 
“You sure nobody’s missing you at home?” Milek asked Kate, ignoring Ania. “Worrying about where you’ve gone off to? It’s not a kind world for a little girl on her own. Especially a rich little girl.”
Well, then. Now I'm going to push some wrestling kids off the bed before they kick my laptop. Then I'm going to try to write some more. Oh! And I almost forgot. I have a new page tab, up at the top of my blog, about YA agents and whatnot. Check it out if you plan on querying at any time in your life. It may not save the world, but it might just save you a buttload of time.


Friday, August 19, 2011

Music for Writing (Steampunk Edition!) - Vernian Process

Haha, get ready to see me turn really geeky. So my WIP is a steampunk book, and I've posted here a few times on its progress, and a song or two that helped shape the plot and inspired a few scenes. Ultimately, the first steampunk band that inspired Cobalt was Abney Park, with their signature song Airship Pirates. This was when steampunk music was still fairly new to me. With pirates already being among my favorite things to geek out about, I loved the idea of pirates on AIRSHIPS! Freaking awesome. Once the plot got going, the whole pirates thing got relegated to a minor plot element, but is still in there.

A couple years after Abney Park, I discovered Vernian Process. I've already posted the song that inspired Cobalt's first chapter, Behold the Machine. Now I love the lead singer Josh's voice, but he's said that he's heard comments that his voice can be a bit off-putting to new listeners of the band. He's even stated that he dislikes all of their earlier tracks where he sings, after getting lessons and becoming more a singer rather than a musician who happens to sing on some of their songs. I still think his voice has a unique quality, and after seeing them in concert, I know how much fun he has with his music--how much fun they all have. Anyway, since writers also try to improve their craft and strive for improvement, I can understand what Josh means when he's critiquing his earlier work. I HATE some of my earlier work! LOL

Behold the Machine does seem to be a little bit weird to a lot of my non-steampunk friends, so when I explain who Vernian Process is, I don't usually recommend it as a first song to listen to. Below I'm posting a bit of their music that I think is great to introduce people to the band, and to the steampunk music genre in general.

Unhallowed Metropolis is my current favorite VP song. There's also an awesome instrumental version which was featured in an equally awesome steampunk animated video.


Who wouldn't love the beautiful piano playing in The Maiden Flight (actually a four-parter)? This song is a dream of flight in the clouds on an airship.


The following is hands-down VP's most fun instrumental, in my opinion. Their cover of Joplin's Maple Leaf Rag is my favorite. (Plus the kids love it when I play this video on the big-screen.)


Now this one is just fun and wicked! Fans of Ray Bradbury will recognize the subject of Something Wicked (That Way Went). Martin of VP cracked me up when he told me he hoped the artwork wouldn't scare Anya. (They remembered her from their concert. Not very much scares Anya!) I would love to know who does their cover art, though.


Vernian Process makes up a large percentage of the songs in my Writing For Steampunk playlist. I think their sound has contributed to the feel of the story, as it evolves, more than most of the other steampunk or pirate music I listen to while writing. Just like the obvious fun they have creating their music, I'm having a blast with this story! I'm glad I decided to take a break after writing the first two Moongate books, to finish Cobalt.

Now I'm going to take a brief paragraph to plug my friend Jolene's new collaborative blog. Jolene has been sweet and awesome enough to take some time out of her very busy, published-author schedule and give me some great opinions on The Moongate that have helped me improve it even more. If you love YA, especially YA contemporary, go support Jo and friends!


Monday, June 20, 2011

Cobalt: Chapter 1

This is for a challenge in a Facebook group I belong to. :) It's the first chapter of my steampunk dark fantasy, Cobalt (which is still very first-drafty, as I'm spending all of my writing time on The Moongate right now).
The inspiration for the factory in the first chapter of Cobalt was Vernian Process' song "Behold the Machine." The song itself brings to mind a rather larger and more industrial scene than how the Cobalt factory turned out, but you know how stories tend to change and evolve during the writing. Mr. Libel's factory was much smaller, due to the town's struggles with the menacing forest that prevented any real kind of growth and industry. But I think the song evokes a sense of danger that was definitely present in the factory, or any place actually, that dealt with the substance Cobalt that was being processed in the factory.


“Stay close, darling. This is no place to play.” Katerina's mother drew her close to her side. Wide-eyed, the little girl's gaze traveled up the rough plank walls of the multi-storied factory, framed from behind by gnarled branches which twisted slightly in the air, despite the fact that there was no wind. Katerina pressed her hands to her ears. The staccato thock, thock, of woodcutters' axes, always a constant sound in the distance, had never sounded so close or loud. Helena tightened her arm around her daughter's shoulders and hurried them through the thick iron doors.

A worker shouted, “Libel!” and Josef looked up from a giant logbook at the table against the far wall, then walked over to meet the newcomers.

“Hel, dear, why did you bring Kate?” he inquired, giving the woman a quick peck on the cheek. “What if she runs off?”

In answer, Helena raised her arm to show Katerina's hand firmly enclosed in her own. “We won't be but a few minutes. I just received a message at the house; the shipment destined for Adele's Port was ambushed and everything was lost. The shipper wishes to contact you immediately.”

Josef swore, then, at a stern look from his wife, smiled slightly and patted Katerina's head. “Might not be a bad idea to hire guards that know how to keep an eye on the skies, and not just to the trees. I'll tell him that.”

“I'm visiting the market next, if you have any messages for me to relay,” Helena offered.

“As a matter of fact . . .” Josef held up a finger, and returned to his desk where he rummaged through a sheaf of paperwork.

This was Katerina's first visit to the factory, and she stared around in awe at the honeycombs of shelves stacked full of orbs of all sizes, some a dull glassy gray, others glowing deep blue; the balconies and lofts separating stairways along the walls, where men called directions to each other as they ran to and fro; and the network of iron cables webbing the ceiling, along which huge buckets were trollied up and down the levels. She thought it would be fun to ride inside them.

Her mother hummed a distracted tune as they waited, which was drowned out by a sudden screeching noise coming from above. A man cried out something Katerina didn't understand, and workers started scurrying along the floor like ants whose nest had been disturbed. A bucket almost directly above them started to sag on its chain, then, as slowly as an airship docking, sank toward the floor as the links securing it separated and came loose. The container tipped, revealing the shimmering contents inside its iron-lined interior.

“Helena!” she heard her father scream from the other side of the room; but her mother stood frozen with her grip on Katerina's hand like a statue's hold, entranced by the sight of the blue liquid starting to spill from the bucket.

A worker slammed into them, knocking them to the ground, but something else hit Katerina from behind: a splash of liquid, cold as streamwater at first, then fiery hot. Helena's arms muffled Katerina's scream.

And then the pain was gone. The girl struggled out from her mother's protective embrace, gasping for fresh air.

“I'm alright, Mama,” she whimpered, brushing off a skinned knee. But all she heard was wailing, her father's voice louder than the rest.

She looked around. Why was Mama still on the ground? And all the other men. She counted six, seven, all of them sprawled on the polished wood floor like broken dolls. She didn't understand. The bucket hadn't even fallen; it dangled from its cable far above, the chains still holding it securely on one side. All the men, and her mother, had splotches of glowing blue goo on their arms and faces.

Katerina looked at herself. The same blue stuff that had spilled out of the bucket also covered her own arms, and she reached up to her face to wipe it away from her eyelids. It shimmered with sparks and flashes of lightning white, then sank into her skin, leaving it clean and dry.

“Mama?”

She reached down and shook her mother's arm. But Helena didn't answer, and her father Josef ran over and yanked Katerina away, sobbing and repeating the word “Cobalt” over and over.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

What Makes a Good Mother's Day Present?

Hint: If your mom (or wife) is a hopeless band fangirl, get her concert tickets to see her favorite band! Yes, that's where we went Saturday night. I found out only three days before the show that we were able to go. There was much screaming in my house that night. Because of Dennis' lower pay, I'd resigned myself to the sad fact that I wasn't going to get to see Abney Park for a third time. Luckily the show coincided in a very timely manner with our tax return!

And for the record: happiness is when your favorite band knows you by name. :D (Except the kids probably drive them crazy.) Brian Gardner and the staff at Swing Goth also went above and beyond what you'd expect of event promoters to keep in touch and make sure we were coming. In fact, I don't think Brian will let us miss any future Abney Park shows!

 








Eva always makes friends at these things.