I completed the clean-up of Solaray Dawn, and it seems to hold together. It looks like I am on-track for an October release. I’m just waiting on hard copies of the final product to release the bound book into print.
The ebook may be a tiny bit behind, because it has to be processed in order not to be the absolute mess that Nightmare Specters ended up in ebook format–especially on the Barnes and Nobles download. The PDF will be available, which is good, and hopefully a variety of ebook formats which will look right on the various e-readers will be ready to roll.
On the Cryptid Series front, I’m about two-thirds done with the draft of ‘Til Undeath Do Us Part. I’m suffering this a bit because it’s really not got that much vampo-action (it’s more about the lives of the cryptid research team), and I honestly am using it as the launch book for the whole series. Besides, one more explanation about one more vampire legend . . . it gets as old as the bloodsuckers, themselves. Vampires are major players in the entire series. The biggest frustration is trying to come up with a clever blurb for the series and for the first book. Funny enough, I have the blurb for His Brother’s Keeper (Book 2 in the Cryptid Series) gelling better than the others, and I think I could actually knock the blurbs for Books 3 and 4 out pretty well. Books 3 and 4 have working titles at this point.
It’s just this first cryptid book’s blurb that’s got my brains on the torture rack, or perhaps my brains are wracked upon the shores of literature, decaying and destroyed. Heh. I looked that up. The wrack-rack controversy is really wordy-nerdy. Well, I really like “wrack”. The image of my brain and spinal cord (boneless) tangled up on a beach with driftwood in meters and meters of seaweed on a foreboding stormy-skied day is pretty cool. Or gruesome, if one’s not into brains-with-tails-hanging-out stranded like some sort of tidal-living jellyfish doomed to die on taupe-sanded wet shores.
Wrack and ruin; put ’em on the rack. Pfeh. It’s a silly argument which gets me thinking about the fun fact that poets, artists, and novelists are eight times more likely to have synesthesia than the normal population. Begs to ask the question: “Do folks with synethesia tend to be drawn toward poetry, art, and noveling because the disease facilitates the work?”
Well, so, I’ve got the series blurb and first book blurb to consider. It’s linked together by one character, who’s increasingly becoming not-right-in-the-head. She’s a bit of an antagonist, actually. The others come and go in the series, injecting themselves into the big picture. However, the series also follows other characters. It’s not completely over-the-shoulder of the primary character, where the reader is following that one person throughout. It’s more like a series television show, where the reader gets to learn creepy stuff happening in other places while most characters suffer knowing only the little he or she can know. It’s not bold or daring, and it can be done badly. I hope that I don’t do it badly. We’ll see.
So, there it is. The Cryptid Series is a what-if modern-day fairy tale, asking “What if magic once had been real and it becomes real again?” It’s a challenge because I’ve gone from believing in all of this stuff to being a skeptic. Well, a hardcore skeptic, which is possibly a good thing. I’m skeptical like neo-atheists are atheist. I believe that consistent scientific results debunk the pseudocience of psychic abilities and the independent-consciousness afterlife. A true skeptic will say, “It’s unanswered at this time, though these particular explanations don’t hold up as reliably and repeatably observable.” Some things are deception; some things are dementia; some things just don’t have the means to observe it properly. Neuroscience, for example, gives plausible hypotheses for “the seat of the soul” being part of our brain’s neural wiring, that nothing outside of us causes the big-consciousness feelings we get sometimes. Those spiritual experiences we have look a lot like the right brain asserting itself. However, it’s not the entire answer. Consciousness and everything related to the human condition isn’t answered because we have only limited tools to image and to observe activity on the brain. Like the ad-man says, “Results may vary.”
Technology can’t answer to our complete mental make-up, and we do get pseudo-scientific claims made regularly in the media and in product advertisement based on real scientific research. Of course, some things can never be answered with science, and that’s really important for me to remember as I write this series. I don’t have to come up with reasons for everything, though I do try to make it somewhat plausible in a world where we have technology which can get more answers which lead to more questions.
After all, isn’t that really the essence of science, to open doors on long hallways which reveal more hallways with more doors? The metaphor, of course, is that the doors are questions and the opened door is an answer which leads to those new questions to be answered. My limitation is my layman’s education, which I am trying to expand as I work on not sounding like a complete berk about the objective scientific world and how it would approach the subjective metaphysical one if metaphysic’s results started becoming consistently reproducible in the objective realm of science.
I don’t know. It’s science-fiction fantasy. That alone is the permission slip to make alchemy act like chemistry and metaphysics act like physics in order to drive the story.