Just

What’s a word or phrase that annoys you?

There are quite a few words that irk me. I’m something of an expert on getting annoyed. But to keep things mercifully short and brief, I’ll focus on just one today.

And that’s the word. “Just.”

It has been reduced to such a dismissive word. With it, a statement turns from fact to degradation. A teacher. “Just” a teacher. A child. “Just” a child. A janitor. “Just” a janitor. It so effectively demeans and devalues.

Or it downplays the importance of actions and words. “I was just kidding!” you claim, after angering someone with a thoughtless turn of phrase. “It was just a little bump,” you say, after rear-ending someone at a stoplight. “It was just twenty bucks,” you say to your friend who loaned you money you never paid back.

Oh, how powerful words are, that a single one can communicate so much meaning and judgment. Carefully inserted, it changes the entire implication of what you say. And how casually we use “just” to wave away things that should be taken more seriously or to put down people who matter more than we think.

So, yes. It annoys me.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?

Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“

An Overrated Classic?

What’s a classic book that you think is overrated?

Moby-Dick.

It feels odd to call a classic novel overrated. Classics have earned their reputation. They remain such because they speak out across generations. They aren’t a flash in the pan. There’s a reason ancient stories like The Iliad and the tale of King Arthur are still remembered and retold.

On the other hand, to be overrated means that something is given more praise than is due. It is undeserving of its hype. Are there classic stories like that? Well, yes, I think that there is a difference between reputation and quality.

Alright, “quality” is subjective in this case. Different people like different books. But even so, I think that Moby-Dick is an overrated novel. It’s famous, it’s classic, it’s praised as great literature, but I think it’s a complete mess.

It’s story is all over the place. It’s supposedly about one whaling captain’s quest for vengeance against the titular white whale, but hoo boy, does this book go on tangents. Want to learn the mid 19th-century whaling trade in minute detail? Because this novel is more of a guidebook in that respect. Want to switch from third-person narrative to monologues inexplicably written as stage directions? Want to read a thesis on why whales should be classified as fish? This book has you covered.

And these chapters aren’t part of the story. They’re just … there. Perhaps it all comes together as part of a grander vision on the part of the author, an exploration of overarching themes, but I’m a straightforward kind of reader. I prefer stories to weave worldbuilding and themes into the story, not bring it to a screeching halt in order to give a seminar. Not my kind of narrative. Far too disjointed and unfocused for my tastes.

Critics and academics call Moby-Dick one of the greatest novels of all time. They are welcome to. Maybe I just have bad taste, but I don’t always enjoy great novels.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?

Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“

Those Midweek Blues

How about those midweek blues?

We all know Monday, but this is something else.

Week’s half done, but eyes down, soul depressed.

Where’d that come from? What to do?

Got to buck up, chin up, pull yourself together.

Have to knuckle down and push on through.

Grit your teeth and gird yourself and

Push through those midweek blues

No, A.I. Robots Don’t Herald the End of the Human Race.

Are we all going to be replaced by robots?

When discussing the possibility of a dystopian future where humans are subject to synthetic overlords, we have to remember something about robots and A.I.: They are dumb. Really, really dumb.

The question is rather broad. Will humanity in general be replaced by robots? Or perhaps all workers are going to have their jobs replaced by thinking machines? I personally doubt either will happen.

The question is one that mankind has brooded over for several decades now. It prompts feelings of existential dread that are quite fashionable at the moment, and pop media has taught us that robots exist for no other reason than to take over the world and to exterminate/enslave/assimilate the human race. But no, no, I don’t think it’s going to happen.

Sure, A.I. appears extremely intelligent, able to perform tasks and calculations faster than the human mind, but it is input-output. Garbage in, garbage out. A.I. doesn’t possess the capacity for intuition and introspective learning that humans do.

Robots may be stronger and more resilient than humans, but they are machines. Machines wear out and break down, faster than human bodies, in fact, and need to be fixed regularly. Can an A.I. driven system do that? Probably. But what happens when that system itself glitches out? Who repairs the repairer?

The fear is nothing new. Laborers of the Industrial Revolution feared that mills and machines would replace the need for them entirely. Then came computers, and if anything, they need even more careful attention to work properly. A.I. is the next in a long line of newfangled technological innovations that freak people out because they’re new and nobody knows their full capabilities yet. So, people think, “Hey, maybe this time we really will be replaced!”

Again, pop media has conditioned us to expect as much.

People are still needed to operate technology. Technology is dimwitted. It can’t react to sudden surprises. It needs a human touch to function correctly. In fact, the more we rely on technology, the busier we become in managing it. Automation breaks down the moment a single step falls out of place.

A.I. can think fast, act fast and evolve fast, but it can’t adapt to the weirdness of real life like humans can. A.I. and robots both need people to continue working, not the other way around.

As for the big companies who are jamming A.I. into everything they can? They are in the honeymoon phase when it comes to A.I. and its applications. The possibilities seem endless! But the giddy pipe dreams will end, and stern reality will reassert itself. Executives will grow bored and move on to the next big thing. A.I. will become a fact of life, along with interesting new types of robots, and like the once-strange technologies of the steam engine, the computer and the automatically flushing toilet, it will fade into the mundanity of everyday life.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?

Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“

Are You Not Entertained?

What’s something people take too seriously in life?

Dated references to old films aside, today’s title refers to something I commonly observe in society. We take our entertainment very seriously. Extremely seriously. As in “Do you find this even remotely relaxing or fulfilling anymore?” seriously.

Take sports, for instance. Theoretically, sports are a form of recreation that allow us to challenge ourselves and take pleasure in pushing our bodies and minds, or, if not an athlete, to enjoy watching our favorite teams compete and experience the thrill of victory and near-defeat. It’s supposed to be fun, right?

So, why do people scream and tear out their hair and beat up other people who don’t support their own team? Why do people riot and curse and weep over what their favorite player eats for breakfast? It’s … not just a game, anymore, is it?

In fact, a quick jaunt through the Youtube comments section (horrors of horrors …) on just about any subject that supposedly falls under the category of “entertainment” yields insight into a curious phenomenon: Nobody seems to hate any given activity, hobby or franchise more than its own fandom. Fans are very grumpy characters, seemingly more entranced by how [insert subject here] has been ruined forever than taking any sort of joy in it.

Entertainment must be a very fragile thing if it takes so little to destroy it. Perhaps we humans are entitled creatures, believing that a movie or video game or sports team or car brand is only “fun” when it conforms exactly and perfectly to our own specific expectations. On an individual basis. And when it doesn’t, well …

I get irked sometimes when a favorite franchise takes a turn I don’t like. I try not to take it too seriously, if only because I have a tendency to brood over the silliest details and really don’t need anything else competing for that brooding space in my head. Life’s short. Why not just … be entertained?

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?

Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“

Meeting Mister Fox

So I’m walking down the street in the early dawn

And who should I meet but a cocky fox sitting on a lawn.

I ask him what he’s doing there, carefree as can be

And he replies, “I belong. This is my territory.”

I smile and shrug and wave goodbye and carry on my way.

Maybe I’ll see him again sometime, if meet him again I may.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life. Sometimes, I dabble in poetry.

Beta Readers

The finish line for my newest book is finally in sight. It is a satisfying and terrifying feeling as my book approaches readiness to be loosed onto the public. And who knows what people will think?

Well, it’s no good for a writer to throw his work out into the world unchecked, and so it is time for me to turn to beta readers to review my current draft.

Who to turn to? Who do I trust to read my book and give honest, constructive feedback? I’m not yet willing to use professional beta readers. That’s mostly a matter of time and money, to be frank. But I do have friends, friends who enjoy reading and who give good, honest opinions.

Even then, a writer must still choose which friends. After all, if you know somebody who loves nonfiction, they probably aren’t the best qualified (or excited) to read your urban fantasy novel. So, it’s a matter of discretion, good judgment and maybe even a bit of risk-taking.

I hope to have my novel ready for publishing by the end of the year. I’ll keep my fingers crossed, but more importantly, I’ll be planning ahead for inevitable setbacks, errors and various other bumps in the author’s road.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?

Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“

Five Happy Things

Five things that make me feel happy every day:

  1. The sound of songbirds in early morning
  2. The sight of squirrels running up a telephone pole
  3. The taste of cold water after a hard workout
  4. The feel of a warm shirt fresh out of the dryer
  5. The smell of fresh rain hitting the ground

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

Reading Discworld

What book could you read over and over again?

Any entry from Sir Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series.

Pratchett had a rare talent for molding words into the most fascinating and enticing sentences and using them as the building blocks for a fun world and enjoyable, interesting and likeable characters.

It’s a hard thing to precisely describe the style of certain authors. The truly gifted have a fully developed voice that is recognizable as their own and no one else’s.

I read through the whole series over the course of several years. I could very well do it again, and love every minute of it.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?

Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“

Everyologist

When I was little, I wanted to be an “everyologist.” I would be an expert in everything – history and science and books and everything.

Little kids can be experts in everything, because everything is within easy reach.

I got older, and couldn’t do everything, so I decided I should focus on “most things.”

Then I got a bit more older, and decided I should focus on “the most important things.”

But I still dabble in everyology on the side.

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Many thanks for visiting my blog. I post updates on my writing career, I muse over storytelling and fiction, and I reflect on the curious and wonderful things in life.

“Hermes is not having the best time. He walks a fine line, and his duty as messenger of Olympus weighs heavily on him. Being a god in the modern age means living in a world that no longer believes in gods. How much can one deity accomplish when no one respects him anymore? And why do his instincts tell him that he, the son of Zeus, is losing favor with his own family?

Tensions abound. The upstart Young Gods play dangerous games using entire cities as their boards. Formless monsters strike from the nighttime shadows, terrorizing hapless mortals. Agents of rival pantheons scheme to thwart Olympus’ designs. In the thick of it all, Hermes does what he does best: trick, lie, and cheat his way to victory.“