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2013 Year in Review

Flash of Copper coverAt the end of the year, it’s always fun to take a look back at what I accomplished and what I still need to work on. Since I’ve spent the weekend going over financials and tax stuff, I thought I’d also put together my year in review. It’s kinda interesting, actually, though I didn’t hit even half of my goals.

What did I do this year?

Flash Fictions: While I didn’t come close to hitting the goal I’d set for myself (1 flash fiction a week), I wrote significantly more than I did in 2012 and published 3 flash fiction compilations: Flash of Fire, Out of Order Detective and Flash of Copper.

Novels: Copper Visions is on hiatus until I get more than 5 minutes to work on it. I also have 2 novels going through the editing process. So, yay novels written but boo not getting them out before the end of the year. If you’re having withdrawls from my wonderful Steampunk chapters, you can always re-read what’s up and check out Flash of Copper.

Other pen names: I launched an alternate/secret pen name last year and I’ve uploaded 15 stories under that name this year. That’s honestly more than I’d planned on writing for it this year but my mind has been going in strange directions. I plan to get back to my “normal” pen name in 2014.

Health: Yeah, finally getting a bit of a handle on what the hell is wrong with me and I’m slowly but surely working towards getting to where I need to be.

Goals for 2014:

Flash fiction: 1 new flash fiction per week to post on the blog with a goal of 1 new compilation every month. I’d like to put together a mega volume of the years flash fictions to be ready in November.

Novels:  Finish Copper Visions, format and upload The Dreaming Tower, finish, edit, format and upload Amaria.

Alternate pen name: Honestly, I really love this name. I’m shooting for 10 more short stories and 2 novels.

Health: I’m hoping to drop at least 50 pounds by my best friends wedding in June. Anything beyond that is cake.

What are you proud of for finishing this year? What are you goals for next year? Let me know in the comments!

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Steampunk Sunday: Flash of Copper

Flash of Copper cover

My latest collection of short stories came out just in time for a Steampunk Sunday post! Awesome!

This collection has 4 stories that have previously appeared on this blog and 4 more that have never been seen before.

The stories are:

God of the Waves
Copper Explorations 
Adam the Automaton
The Luckiest Man in the Jungle
Harnessing Lightning
The Mad Professor 
Children of Obsession
Before the End

Of course, all of these are part of the Copper Visions universe, which will be continued in 2014.

Flash of Copper is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble right now and I’m working on making a print version available in 2014, as well.

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Steampunk Sunday: Steampunk Chicken

Steampunk Chicken in Annapolis, MD

I came across this chicken on imgur and I thought it was so cool but there was no information on it! I would love to share more about this very cool statue so if anybody has any information, please, let me know in the comments and I will be happy to share/link whoever made it!

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Steampunk Sunday: Chronoscope

According to google translate, this video is “Stop-Motion directed by Mario Daoust, Vincent Laurin Étienne Marcoux and Dominic Remiro in a course of visual design at UQAM.”

According to me, this video is a really neat idea and very well done. I had to watch it a few times to get it and a few more because it was just so cool.

Hope everybody else enjoys it and be sure to send me links to cool Steampunk stuff I can feature here.

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August 4, 2013 · 12:05 am

Flash Fiction Friday: Copper Explorations

They’d been trying to tame the continent since they knew there was something there to harvest. For years, there had been little point in trying to cut through the dense jungle to get to the other shore; once airship technology had gotten them above the trees, they could simply fly across, away from the dangers that were hidden inside. The routes were well established and the cargo wasn’t terribly heavy. The lighter airships could make the trip in 3 days if all the conditions were right. Occasionally, an airship would be attacked by raiders from the desert with their lightning ships, but only if they strayed off course.

It wasn’t until a scout ship had crashed in the jungle that anybody actually considered exploring it. Very few people knew much of anything about what was in there or the people who lived near it. Only one lone professor had made an incursion of any note. He’d returned with strange animals and stranger tales then promptly changed his field of study. The expedition to find the downed airship started at his laboratory and followed the path he’d cut, and had maintained, years ago when he’d gone in searching for answers. Answers to what, he wouldn’t say.

The path was worn and the native guides refused to stray from it when the explorers wanted to try a shorter route to the downed airship. Based on the maps they had, it shouldn’t have been more than a couple days journey to the craft, a week if they were forced to cut their way through the vegetation. The path was safe, the guides told them, the path would take them there eventually, if they were patient.

Unused to being denied by the less civilized people they encountered, the explorers began to make plans to set out on their own once they got the chance. The first explorer went missing shortly after the lunch break, announcing he was going to step off the path for a quick moment. When he didn’t return, one of his compatriots offered to go look for him. As the explorers slipped off one by one, the guides offered to take all of the rest of them to search for the lost expedition members.

They were found, not very far off the path, staring in awe at a grimacing face that had been carved into a brick wall and overgrown with tree roots, vines and moss. The wall extended as far as the eye could see and the face was the height of three men.

“This is a very bad place,” the guides told the explorers. “We must go from here quickly.”

“What do you mean?” The lead explorer asked. “You knew this place was here and you were taking us away from it deliberately?”

“We are taking you to your ship that crashed. This place is not for you. We must leave.”

“Now, wait just a moment! Yes, we need to find the ship but this is a momentous discovery! We must take the time to explore it, document what we find and take back samples with us.”

“No, no, you leave everything here. They do not like people here.”

“Who don’t like people here? Some kind of spirit?” The explorers laughed and the guides became increasingly nervous.

“Yes, spirits, very angry spirits. That’s why they carve faces like this into their walls, to scare people away.”

The lead explorer chuckled. “You primitive people are so superstitious. Obviously this wall is a relic from a long ago age, probably from your ancestors, who knew things you couldn’t even possibly hope to understand with such primitive ways of thinking. We must explore for the sake of science.”

As he was talking, a mist began to flow around the men, making the guides nervous. Once the mist reached waist height, the guides dropped to their knees and began babbling prayers in a language they didn’t understand. Tiny bolts of lightning leapt from the mist and shocked all the men who were still standing, who promptly fell to the ground in spasms. Small shapes solidified in the mist and began dragging the men off, leaving the guides alone.

When the men woke, they were in a large stone temple, decorated in more grimacing masks and polished until the stone looked like bone. Lining the walls were tiny creatures that were more mist than solid and they flashed with the occasional tiny bolt of lightning. Other animals entered the temple, some looking more human than the explorers had thought possible, and all of them speaking in a language that shouldn’t have been able to come out of their grotesquely formed mouths. Finally, the most human looking figure walked in; he was nearly twelve feet tall with six arms, horns and tusks and white fur covering his entire body, which was only barely covered by a loincloth made of red silk and cloth of gold.

“Humans,” he rumbled, in deeply accented tones. “You were found trespassing. We have a long-standing agreement with your people that our lands are to be left alone. What do you plea?”

The leader of the explorers looked around him and at his people. “It’s my fault, I am their leader, but we didn’t know! How could we know?”

“Some among you knew and you chose to ignore their warnings. I appreciate you taking responsibility for your men. For that, you will be allowed to choose one to return and tell your loved ones about your demise.

The leader looked at his men, not wanting to be the one to make this decision, and finally chose the youngest of them to go home.

“He will witness and return to tell his story, and he may take what knowledge he gains from his time here. You must be brave, gentlemen, for the sacrifice you are about to make is for science.”

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Steampunk Sunday: Playing Cards

These are new from Bicycle and I totally want a set.
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Flash Fiction Friday: God of the Waves

It was worshiped as a god in times past, then as the main servant of the sea god. Sacrifices were driven to the shores in the long ago past, then put on boats to be devoured in a great display of the raw, destructive power of nature. There were wars on land and the tribute stopped. Ships became bigger and started fighting back when it tried to take them. It started taking them just to take them, to remind the people that it was what ruled the seas. It moved to deeper waters and found larger prey. While it had always preyed on the creatures of the seas, as it grew, it’s prey grew, too. Whales changed their migration patterns to avoid it as it grew larger and larger.

It stayed deep in the ocean, feeding on the wildlife and remembering when the humans had worshiped it. After a while, it became nothing more than a legend to the people on the land. The sea was something to be tamed, the creatures of the sea to be hunted, and the humans would sail all over the world. In the deep of the ocean, it slept, dreaming wild dreams of the long-forgotten past.

The humans explored and found other lands. In their greed, they brought war to the ocean. Great battles were pitched along the shores for the treasure that was found across the sea. When they met out over the deep ocean, the rumble of cannon and the occasionally sinking ship woke the great beast of the deep. It began to crush the ships as they sank near its resting place and devour the humans it found inside. As the battles became larger and more frequent it swam higher and higher until, in the midst of the largest battle of the age of exploration, it used its great tentacles to grab one of the ships and pull it down to the depths.

It was able to grab three more ships before the humans turned their cannon on it, their war with each other forgotten. The ammunition bounced harmlessly off or fell ineffectually into the sea. It descended deep into the sea to enjoy the bounty it had claimed and became the god it had once been. There were other ships, convinced that there was no real danger in the middle of the ocean. Some made it past without incident, others were not so lucky. It took its tribute when it wanted it and allowed the humans to worship it in fear.

However, it had been too long for the humans to remember worshiping the sea. They were determined to have their way in the world and soon, the ships no longer rode the waves as they crossed to the new world. The great god of the deep sea had to come to the surface to take the floating tribute and it didn’t like it. Exposing itself to the air made it vulnerable but it had come to remember its past and wanted more. It hunted more, and farther, than it ever had and the ocean was occasionally red with the blood of its prey. Those ships that braved the waves were subject to brutal attacks, but it was less certain when they would occur. If they were very lucky, they could get across with almost no incident.

Then, when it went to attack another ship, the humans fought back. While the cannon had been largely ineffectual, the new weapons bit sharply and it was forced to retreat. Many of the ships that crossed were armed with such weapons and it was never sure when they were going to be used. It stayed out of certain areas of the ocean and continued trying to attack the ships in the air, that seemed to be going higher and higher away from the ocean.

It hungered for tribute and could no longer stand the ocean depths that had hid it for so long. Its limbs became weak and did not obey they way they used to. It couldn’t hunt the prey it needed to stay strong and it couldn’t go back to sleep. Then, the ships with the weapons came looking for it.

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