Saturday, July 4, 2015

Health Status

Got back from the hospital Thursday after some more testing. The old carcass is a train wreck, but it's not quite dead yet. I am feeling better, at least well enough to put in some more hours on Recompense. All of the major confrontation scenes that cause pivots in the plot are written. All but one of the fights are written. Almost all of the character development is done, including supporting and incidental characters.

All I have to do is glue them together and edit them. And not a drop of booze in the house.

Friday, July 3, 2015


I just finished a critical scene, and second guessed myself with every word.

One of the primary dangers of my world are the ghaunts (ghastly haunts) that infest Kulhn's southern forest. They are a breed of undead totally unlike anything seen before. I introduced them in book one, and added some more background along with a few hints in book two. Now, late in book three, I finally revealed not only their ultimate origin, but exactly what the protagonists needs to do to defeat and eliminate them.

My issue is that I am worried it all may have come together too neatly. But every bit of foreshadowing has led up to this moment, and I can't think of any other way to move things forward. From here, the reader will know why the ghaunts exist, why the protagonist is honor bound to deal with them, the only method that will work, what it will cost the protagonist, and why his family is having a fit over him being willing to pay it.

It also explains several mysterious items that have been in the background over the past three books. I'm just iffy about it.

But then, it's the first draft. I will let it cool a while and then do some critical re-reading before I make a final decision. I just wish I could dig up another beta reader.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The Fermi Paradox - A Philosophical Straw Man

We who write speculative fiction have to deal with esoteric philosophical concepts all the time. It’s part of the job description But some of them just make me tired. 

A couple of days ago I was reading a news article, that had a link, that mentioned a reference, that had another link, that led to yet another article, that lured me into a story wherein was mentioned one of my least favorite debating points. Namely, the Fermi Paradox. A topic which invariably provokes indigestion for me. 

The Fermi paradox is almost certainly familiar to anyone reading this. But just in case some innocent traveler got lost in the woods and stumbled into this If you have any sense, RUN. Otherwise, here’s the gist of it. Enrico Fermi was a nuclear physicist who, back around 1950 or so, was sitting around having a bull session with some of his colleagues. ‘Bull’ session is the perfect description for it, in my opinion. 

In fairness, old Enrico was a number cruncher, which means a left brain thinker by definition. It’s not his fault that he stumbled over some basic common sense issues. But people are still poking at it after all this time, which I take as evidence that some people really need a new hobby. 

Anyway, the gist of the Fermi Paradox is this. Our star is pretty boring and typical. There are lots of other stars like ours out there. So there should logically be lots of other planets with people on them. So where are they and why haven’t we heard from them? After all, the universe is billions of years old. There’s been plenty of time for the neighbors to come calling. But they haven’t. 

Hence, the paradox. 



Okay. Without staining my underwear, I can reel off a library full of different explanations for the known data, or lack of data. It all ultimately comes down to the fact that We Don’t Know Crap About What’s Going On because we haven’t gone out there yet. So sitting around with our thumbs in our randomly selected orifices is a bit useless. But here’s a few reasons why the Fermi Paradox is a waste of mind space, in my opinion. Just a few reasons off the top of my head. 

1) Earth has had life for billions of years. Earth has had intelligent life for maybe one million years, plus or minus. Intelligent life one Earth has had the capacity to make its presence known to any other planet for less than a century. Basic math here: 100 years / approx 4,000,000,000 = a teeny weeny fraction of a percentage of time during Earth’s life bearing existence that we have been even faintly detectable. And even then, we would only be detectable to someone within a hundred light years. By the time our radio signals get a thousand light years out, they will be so weak and garbled that background radiation will effectively destroy them. Even if the galaxy is chock full of other worlds like us, how could we possibly hear them? 

2) Intelligent life is not necessarily a desirable survival trait. The shark is a fish so ancient that it doesn’t even use bone. It predates bone. It uses cartilage. It predates modern fishes, it predates the dinosaurs. But it still rules the oceans as king predator. The scorpion was the first animal to crawl up on land, according to my training. Scorpions are still pretty much the way they were hundreds of millions of years ago and going strong. Ditto for spiders. And ants. And mosquitoes. Crocodiles were here with the dinosaurs. So were ferns. Every other life form that ever lived on Earth (countless numbers of species, literally countless) never bothered to develop intelligence, yet they seem to keep trucking right along. In many cases still going strong after hundreds of millions of years. 

An intelligent brain is quite expensive to feed. Which means that an intelligent life form would just about have to spend most of its time looking for food, even if it is an omnivore. Our ancestors did. Many of us still do. A big brain also has a dismal tendency to go off-kilter sometimes. Plus, a big brain means a big head, which causes issues with reproduction. So even if life is ubiquitous, there is plenty of evidence right here that intelligence is a highly unlikely direction for life to follow. Our ancestors only went there because they had no other real option. 

If we knew how many species of life ever developed on Earth, we could calculate a realistic probability of intelligence developing. But we don’t have that information. All we CAN say with confidence is that even on a biotic world, the odds of developing an intelligent life form are several million to one, and that it is not likely to happen in less than four billion years..

3) Even if the galaxy is teeming with life, and even if I am wrong and every living world develops an intelligent race sooner or later, what are the odds that they all develop at the same time? Billions of years, remember? There is no inherent reason that an intelligent life form could not have developed just a few million years ago in Mesozoic times, if it had not been for the random element of that asteroid strike. Even a spacing of one million years, which is proportionately an eyeblink in the scale of galactic time, could result in two races never meeting each other.

4) Which leads into the conviction that some people hold, about interstellar colonization being inevitable. One of the recurring points that people bring up about the Fermi paradox is that after all this time, why haven’t we been colonized? Someone even went to the trouble of calculating how many thousands or millions of years it would take for a race to colonize the whole galaxy. 

Horseshit. There have been numerous human cultures that weren’t big on colonization, not even of their neighbor’s island. If we have that much variation within a single species, why does it necessarily follow that IF a world develops intelligent life, and IF that life happens to develop anywhere near the same time period that we do, and IF they happen to use tools, and IF they happen to be interested in learning how to fly, and IF they happen to decide that space looks kewl and want to go see what’s out there, and IF they decide that it’s worth the trouble to develop interstellar spaceships.... 

I got side tracked. Where was I? Oh, yeah. With all of that, it still doesn’t necessarily follow that they would be the kind of people that like to horn in and steal other people’s land. And IF they are the kind of aggressive, expansionist race that tends to spread out and glom onto anything they happens to think looks attractive, what are the odds that they are also belligerent and quarrelsome? Which means, warriors. Which means, they would probably fight each other, and any other warriors they come across. Which reminds me of the Biblical adage, "...they that take the sword shall perish with the sword." In other words, an aggressive race that sets out to colonize the galaxy would most likely self-destruct. Which I suppose is sufficient to answer the question as to why they aren’t here. 

Now if I could just answer the question as to why I bothered to spend time and energy pondering this, and give myself indigestion again. . 

Sunday, June 21, 2015

More Background Information

If anyone is interested in reading some more backgroud information about the kingdom of Kulhn, I just posted a page titled Technology and Culture in Kulhn. You can find it by clicking the tab at the top of the page where is says Kingdom of Kulhn, and then dropping down the page to the link. There are a few other links there as well.

I have been slow about getting these pages finished. The third book, and another series that I was already hip deep in, plus other whining excuses, have slowed me down. I'm sorry it took so long.

Flogging My Characters Into Submission

My characters have taken the bit between their teeth again. They do that periodically. To a limited extent I don't mind. As I keep saying, a story is "something happened to someone and this is what came of it". In other words, the characters drive the story, the plot doesn't form the characters.

But sometimes I have to herd them back into the corral. Or at least back into the right pasture. If I let them wander loose I would be writing the same book when I die of old age and my kids would have to finish it. As it is I added a fourth section because it just made sense to break the narrative that way. What was intended to be a fairly brief concluding section is now headed for an in-depth undertaking.


What are you going to do? It really does belong to the characters. If I'm not willing to let them tell their story they way it actually happened, then there is no point in bothering with it. So back to the keyboard. I have an execution to describe.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Military Ranks In Kulhn

I have been working on a major battle scene recently, and it has brought home just how incoherent the military ranks in medieval Europe and post-medieval armies really were. Some of them are ancestral to modern ranks. For example, a commissioned officer was someone who had received a royal commission. A warrant officer was someone who had been given a warrant by a commissioned officer. And so on.

But each country had their own system, and none of them were as detailed as a modern army. Even in the early years after the medieval period, it was still a case of the local lord marching off to battle with whatever few peasants he could gather up. The knight or baron would say something like, "John, you take Tim and Will. Go hide behind that hill with your crossbows while we drive the enemy to you." Or the functional equivalent. Most permanent fighting forces were mercenary companies, who had their own systems for organizing things.

Kulhn is different in that it does have a standing army. It has to have a standing army, because the Lertolian empire, which owns the western approximately four fifths of the continent, has an advanced and well organized military machine. The only reason that they haven't bothered to finish conquering the rest of the continent is the expense of fighting their way over the mountains. And then, of course, the aggravation of needing to administer the place. Especially with Kulhn's haunted forest in the way.

But the presence of the Lertolian empire has made it imperative for the eastern kingdoms to tighten down their military arrangements, just to survive. Kulhn's land army is organized in a way that is not nearly as rigorous as a modern military, but still tighter and more efficient than medieval Europe. I won't get into their navy here, which is basically an afterthought at this point in their history. Kulhn is not a naval power by any means.

The royal army in Kulhn consists of primarily militia and a small percentage of regular soldiers, with the rest being provided by the most powerful nobility from their personal household troops. The royal regulars are maintained, fed, housed, and supplied through taxes levied by the throne against the noble houses. The militia maintain themselves, based on whatever arrangement they have worked out with their local lord. There are no slaves or serfs in Kulhn, and many of the peasant militia are small landholders themselves. However, no one is required to supply a levy of troops unless they own more than a square league of land.

The ranks are not patterned after the Lertolian model, since the Lertolian legions are much larger and more diverse than anything east of the Nahksaur mountains. Military ranks in Kulhn start at common soldier, then squad leader (commands five), then sergeant (commands five squads), then team leader (varies), then commander (might be either a squire or a knight, might command team leaders in field, or might operate in administration), then captain (usually a knight bachelor who does not own land, usually part of general's staff), and ultimately the commander general.

Above the commander general (aka  just 'the general') are the highborn. These are the nobles who bear kinship to the throne in some way, as well as the royal family itself. If a member of the highborn is present, they always take command by default, with relative authority being decided by birth rank.

Hopefully this will clarify things a bit for anyone who reads Recompense. I estimate it to be about 85% done, after last weekend's marathon writing session.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

One More. What The Heck.

Southern Plains:

Three days later, Harend shook his head. “How are the men taking this?”

Acting General Abernek scratched his eyebrow and searched for the right words. “Your highness. The men are loyal soldiers of the throne. They will follow you wherever you might choose to lead them. I mean that... they trust that...”

“You are trying very hard not to say,” Harend growled, “that they are just as disgusted by these quivering poltroons as I am.”

“Does it matter what they think of the priests, milord?” Abernak said. “You are the one they follow.”

“I won’t be the one they follow into that tunnel,” Harend snorted.

His orderly tapped the plate and called through the curtained doorway, “The temple representatives are here, your highness.”

“Get in here,” Harend said. “And start explaining to me what possible use you are in battle, when you can’t even gather the courage to step up onto the walls of a fortified position.”

Two priests, one from each temple, walked in wearing indignant expressions. “Your highness.” The Hohdwan cleric straightened. “That is most unfair. It is obvious that the witches are deliberately targeting us in order to weaken this force prior to the coming battle.”

“Of course they’re targeting you!” Harend smashed his hand down on the camp table. His face was dark with anger. “Just as they are going to target you once the fight begins in earnest. Did you not realize this? Are you all such idiots?”

Acting General Abernek kept his mouth firmly shut.

“Your highness,” the Egainot priest spoke between clenched teeth. “It is not simply a matter of the witches attacking a group that has a priest in it. They are not even trying to hurt anyone else. If anyone but a priest or a paladin comes to the wall, they don’t strike. Surely you can see-”

“What I can see,” Harend leaned forward, “Is that you are all cowards. So can all of my men. My soldiers. The very men that are supposed to follow you into that tunnel. How would you feel, descending into darkness and knowing that the priest leading the way, the one who was supposed to be your first line of defense against dark magic, is a whimpering coward who was too terrified to get anywhere near the walls while witches tore them down stone by stone? How are they supposed to trust that you pissing cowards won’t simply dig an escape hole and flee, leaving them to face the witches alone? I am already facing desertions among the militia. If the kingdom’s regulars start to believe that even the temples are terrified of this enemy, how long do you think I will have an army at all?”

“Without the blessing and guidance of the gods,” the Hohdwan adopted an arrogant posture, “you cannot hope to prevail no matter how many soldiers you have.”

Harend leaned back on the bench and looked up, raising his arms toward the sky. “Aroglin and Sheerlio. Aid me, I beseech you. Your brothers have abandoned me and their priesthoods have gone mad.”

The priests both flushed. The fire priest opened his mouth and Abernak hurried to forestall another provocative comment. “Milord,” he said, in a calm tone. “As we have discussed before, the clerical life does not necessarily provide insight into the reality of military matters. I believe that the temple representatives simply do not understand the situation fully. Perhaps if I attempted to explain it to them?”

“No.” Harend leaned forward again. His eyes glittered. “I will explain it. You would be entirely too polite and tactful. The time for tact is long since past.”

“Milord, you are obviously upset. Are you sure?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes, milord.”

 Harend took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he smiled and started talking in a soft voice. His tone bore an uncanny resemblance to the sound of a dagger sliding out of a well-oiled sheath. “This is not some game.” The Hohdwan priest opened his mouth and Harend’s hand flashed up, palm forward. “Dare to interrupt me and I will personally remove several more of your body parts.”

Both of the priests subsided, looking wary.

Harend watched them closely for a moment. Finally he nodded. “None of you seem able or willing to understand the reality of this situation. You spent centuries working those women like mules, beating them like dogs, letting your paladins rape them, and then sacrificing them for the sin of being raped. You got away with it because they were scattered, with no way to coordinate their power and no one to lead them. Now, they have a leader and they are joined in one army.”

“You have already proven,” Harend lowered his chin, “that you are not capable of defeating them on your own. You have also proven that you are not capable of joining forces effectively on your own. If we lose here I will be dead, and your last chance to save yourselves will die with me. You will never outrun them. The witches want blood vengeance, and Peteros will give it to them. Perhaps he may decide to keep a few shapeshifters in cages, and feed you to them one limb at a time? With bindings and hot iron to staunch the bleeding, you might be kept alive for days. Who knows what he will do? My brother is a clever and resourceful man. Your deaths will at least not be boring, you may depend on that much.”

They looked sick. “What do you expect of us, your highness?” The Egainot priest asked hoarsely.

“I expect you to stand and fight,” Harend said flatly. “If you will not fight, the only conceivable use I might have for you would be as distractions to draw their attention when we attack. I can send my men into the tunnel, then ram a long pole up each of your backsides like so many fat flags. We can charge into battle waving you around, and hope that the witches become so delighted with throwing fire at you that they fail to notice my men digging out the final few feet of tunnel.”

The two clerics had eyes like serving platters. “We shall prepare ourselves for magical battle, milord,” the Hohdwan squeaked.

“Glad to hear it,” Harend smiled coldly. “I look forward to hearing encouraging reports of tonight’s activities.”