T.E.D.D.I.E. B.E.A.R. in S.P.A.C.E.

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I finished it, finally. My Teddie Bear completed his mission on the ship in non-outer space, and came home. Lots of Soft Sci-Fi going on, in this novel’s 109,000 words!

Whew! It starts out a bit tame, but once things get going there’s a lot of action in this one! And chock full of my own, no doubt tangled, concepts of Science!

I’m proud of myself! If anyone wants to read it, let me know!

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Spark the Teddy

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I’ve got big news! My Teddie Bear in Space book is almost finished! That’s right, Folks! There’s no crowd gathered, ha ha, but I’M very excited!

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It was two years ago that I started this Sci-fi book. Now I’ve written the big climatic scene at the end! Goody!

Muddy Welcome

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I’m pondering grace today. It’s the emotion connected with mercy. To be gracious is to forgive a person’s mud on their shoes and invite them in your home. ‘Come in!’ you say, all smiles. Then you sit them down and make them tea and tell stories til your home becomes theirs, for a little while.

You see, what you do with a person in your clutches, that reflects mercy. They didn’t want to step in the mud. Mud appeared, covering the pathway of life, and they wandered in. Now, covered in mistakes, they come to you with a list of things they could’ve done better.

Leave the mud at the door, and offer them a pair of cozy slippers. My dear Love, Jesus, did the same thing for me. He opened the door and there I stood, for I’d fallen in the mud. He gave me clean clothes and the light in His eyes. None of my mistakes existed anymore. Refreshed by His love, I’ll waddle around in this world, making a ton more mistakes and He won’t see any of them. One day, He’ll open the door and say, ‘Come in, my beautiful child. Welcome home to Heaven, and the fullness of My love.

Conundrums and Dreams

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I’ve never had such a writing experience before. Soft Sci-fi is either good for me, or its about to tip the precious mind over the edge! So there I am, again, pondering my time travel conundrum. At least, I must’ve been doing that in my subconscious more than I realized.

Put simply my problem is like this. In the movie Back to the Future, Marty McFly goes back in time and meets his parents. But he interferes with the natural course of their relationship. In his family photo, his siblings are erased, and even his own hand goes invisible. Because of his meddling with time, his parents never got married.

Thus causing the same conundrum. You see, if Marty McFly never existed, then who meddled and prevented his parents from getting married? And if no one prevented them, then they got married and Marty existed.

Now, everyone let the writers get away with this in Back to the Future. We were all having too good a time to point the obvious out. (Being 24 years old back in 1985, I had the pleasure seeing that movie in the theaters when it first came out! Such brilliance! I had to go right out and buy myself some shoes from the men’s section.)

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I assume that my own story might not be as entertaining as Back to the Future. I tried to just say, ‘oh well, who’s going to read it anyway? It doesn’t matter if there’s a flaw!’

But it bugged me. I didn’t want my story left with this flaw hole. Argh.

And then, at three in the morning last night. I figured it out! Of course! They didn’t have a Time TRAVEL machine! Inside the bubble of their machine time was stretched, but only for them! They had 500 years, whereas their neighbors, only 250! Therefore, they had 250 more years to grow in technological advancement. They weren’t aware of the bubble they were in. It stretched out and then realigned, so that when the two neighbors met again, time was the same for both! The dimension I created is the detritus of that experiment, but it’s also barrier of the bubble. Once time aligned, both sides could now travel through this dimension, although they couldn’t before.

Ta Da!!! Maniacal laughter was heard, in my mind. Still I managed to wake up my husband.

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He was kind and told me what science actually knew about such things. (Real Science, bah!) And finally, around five a.m. I went to sleep. Then I had dreams, which when I woke up, knew I had to put in my story. I now have a new character I must introduce.

Kind of fun, but as I say, taxing on the old bean. To all my scientist friends, if you see some obvious flaw in my reasoning, KEEP IT TO YOURSELVES!!!

Teddie Bear, What Do You See?

So there I am, wrestling with my Teddy Bear in Space, SOFT Sci-Fi book. I’ve been writing it for AGES. I’ve seen the big battle coming for weeks now, and known how to make it ‘spark’. At least three times now, I’ve thought that I’d written myself right up to the brink of it. This morning I knew that, truly, now, we’re ten minutes away from that battle, at last!!!

But how to get us out there, or in here, or wherever the stupid warriors are, ready to meet us? I plowed through the mire of my mind, Folks, just for, well SOME possible reader who might actually pick up this book someday!

Soft Sci-fi, indeed! What was I thinking? Yet surely I can figure this out! How is my Teddie Bear character going to cross that Bridge (ha!), and confront that nebulous (yet another one) bad guy?

And then, I had it. Lights came on and fired my whole brain. I walked around the house cackling and saying, “Of COURSE!”

 

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You see that electric glassiness in my Teddy Bear eyes?

I’m going to write the scene before THE scene! Right Now!

 

God Gave Me Gifts

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Here are my two Grandbaby girls, Gladys and Astraea! They are so precious and beautiful! Today as we were snowed in, I just have to be thankful for all the wonderfulness that God has poured into my life. Like the overabundance of the snow outside! Thank you, Lord!

Origin of Blankensphere for Storytime!

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The ‘device’ I’m using to deliver information in my soft Sci-Fi novel that I’m writing, Teddy Bear in Space. Explanation of backstory!
 
‘Felix found an old record in Flunian research that was called, ‘Life on Flune, it’s early beginnings and what caused the Blankensphere’. He opened up the record and had no trouble keeping his attention focused. This record read like an adventure story and claimed to go all the way back to the first spaceship, the one that brought a full complement of humans and the ancestors of the Flunians here to this planet. It was written by a Flunian called Mastrey.
 
~~~‘I had the key,’ the record began. ‘The key to time itself, but my co-crew members betrayed me and became enemies. They stole my masterpiece. They took my machine and utterly destroyed it as well as my designs and diagrams that helped me build it in the first place. But I remember and could try to design it again, except they’ve imprisoned me and called me mad.’
‘Our ship traveled for hundreds of years through the stars to get here to Flune. The crew slept in deep hibernation, hundreds of humans as well as us. My people are superior to humans, however. We woke up from hibernation first after the ship landed. We unpacked all of our supplies, built our temporary structures, and then left the humans in their huts, still sleeping.’
‘I designed it that way on purpose. The leaders used to listen to my advice back then. I suggested that the humans mattered, that we should make them comfortable and safe, and to that end go exploring on our own. That way we could ascertain that the planet was actually the haven it was supposed to be. It all went according to my plan. We got back on the ship and flew away, coursing at Land Speed and taking note of this new planet’s attributes.’
‘I waited until we had gone a far distance from the weakling humans. And then I used it, my masterpiece. I turned the very key of time itself. I’d known the machine had a few problems to solve before time travel without consequence was assured, but I’d set the ship’s computer to solving the conundrum of those issues before we’d left planet Earth. The massive computer brain had over two hundred years to work on the problem during our journey here. I didn’t have the chance to study what conclusions the ship’s computing power had come to. I knew that, at its core, my time machine would already work. I assumed the problem of detritus had been solved. ‘
‘It was wonderous to turn my machine on at last and to see my dream’s fruition come to life! I’d programmed it to encase the ship and send us all back to the time at which we’d left Earth! Those hundreds of years that we’d wasted sleeping, could now be lived again!’
‘When we awoke after our miraculous journey, the world we now lived on had changed. Those that should be under me, they are the real demented ones. At first, they didn’t want to believe me that we’d gone back in time. That in fact, even if we could reach the spot at which we’d left the worthless humans sleeping, they wouldn’t be there. I tried to tell them the advantages. Our side now had hundreds of years to live here and advance. All we had to do was increase our technology and vast knowledge. When the humans came again, we’d be obviously superior in every way, and rule this new planet as we should.’
‘But I was cast aside. Instead of seeing the wondrous amazement of what I’d done for all of us, all they could see was the new dimension that had been created by my time travel. They gave the curious and beautiful dimension the ridiculous name of ‘Blankensphere’, although it isn’t even a sphere! The detritus issue left over after time travel hadn’t been solved at all by the ship’s computer. They sent in three people to explore the new dimension but those people were immediately lost never to return. Still, we had plenty of resources available. This new planet was rich with life.’
‘Only, I’m not allowed to live with them. I’ve been sentenced to spend the rest of my life in the ship’s brig, unable to see the new city being built or even to set foot on the planet that I changed. That they are unfair as well as fools I trust they’ll see in time. Until then I make this record, so that history will note the name of the greatest inventor ever known. My children, who refuse to visit or acknowledge me, will no doubt pass down my genius through their genes to my distant progeny. I Mastrey, have written this record with my own hand.’

2019 Short Story

Night Garden

“Come on, Edward, don’t be scared!”

The brother saw the edge of his sister’s curls, and then her little hand held out to his. It had always been this way, from the time she was five years old and discovered the storeroom in the cellar beyond the washing room where the laundry bags sat like scary soldiers. He’d never ventured that far in the darkness but she’d just taken a flashlight and, while the parents and the nanny wondered where she’d gone after supper, went and had a look past the creaky door of the storeroom.

“Come on, Edward!” she’d said then. “There’s treasure’s inside!”

And he, like a fool, had gone. The ‘treasures’ back then had turned out to be nothing more than a musty pile of old books that used to sit in the upstairs nursery.

Now, fifteen years later, she was insisting that he follow again. Through an old brick archway, into the night of the ancient Spanish streets to wander and see the lights.

“They’re supposed to beautiful!” she gasped in excitement. That childish pleasure in her eyes defeated him.

After all, when he was a boy of ten, he’d overheard the parents say that one of them was sick. One of them wouldn’t live to see that time when adulthood settled and childhood was left behind.

It had scared him, when he’d heard those words. The parents had sounded so sure. Either he or his sister was sick. One of them wouldn’t make it to adulthood. What else could they have meant except that one of them was going to die soon?

And so, he’d allowed his sister to lead him places he’d never intended to go. Into musty storerooms and giant libraries. Through busy market places, and noisy concerts. From talking to the funny man who brought the post, and she’d gone to asking him to carry in the tea tray when she had her friends over. She’d made him stand, and bow, and introduce himself to them.

She’d even brought about him making his first friend and then asking the girl he admired out for a walk in the afternoon sunlight.

“Come on, Edward,” she always said, dragging him forward into a life he couldn’t see the possibilities of but had to face. Traveling through the darkness of the unknown for the promise of twinkling lights in the distance.

It must be her that was sick, for he’d grown huge, strong and robust. She was delicate, innocent and unable to see impediments. One such as she couldn’t survive, right?

And so he always did what she asked.

It was there, a short while later, as they leaned against a winding wall, on vacation in Spain, and looked at the twinkling lanterns of the quaint village windows, that she explained what it all meant.

“Don’t be silly Edward, I’m not sick!” she laughed. “You’re the one they were scared of never reaching adulthood!”

“What do you mean?”

“Because you never spoke or wanted to leave your room! They were afraid you  wouldn’t learn maturity or to make your way in life! But look at all you’ve accomplished already. You’re the one who taught me to be brave. All those times you faced your fears for me. That’s what adults do, isn’t it?”

“I suppose it is.”

She patted his big arm with her small hand “You don’t have to be scared, you know. The darkness hides the future from us, but that doesn’t mean there’s no good to be found. You just have to trust as each new year rolls in, full of the unknown. Take the light of God with you, and you’ll find treasures on the way!”

He had a look at all the twinkling lights spread out like a flower garden below them. Really, all he had to do was refuse to grow up like she did. Embrace childish hope, in God and the future.

Happy New Year, my friends!

Unraveling the Mystery Writing

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So this year for NaNoWriMo, my story idea, which popped in my head while I was shelving books at the library, is a Fantasy/Mystery.

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Now, I’ve never written a Mystery before. In fact, since I generally like to just start writing without planning anything and then figure it out as I go, I was intimidated by the idea. ‘I can’t write mysteries,’ I told myself.

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But here I had this golden idea. I decided to plan some beforehand and give it a try! Face a challenge, get out of a rut, kick it up, and so on. I just wrote two chapters and feel fine about how they sound.

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So here I am with chapter three staring at me in the face. Uh… nothing. Oh! I should introduce a Red Herring-Daring-Do! Today is officially ‘Red Herring’ day, and wondering how to go about this.

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I suddenly understand why the great mystery writers tend to center their stories in a mansion, or a train, or a cruise ship. Because this allows for a convenient bank of familiar faces, from which the author can draw from to choose red herrings!

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Woe is me! Oh, what have I done to myself!!!

Terrific Birthday So Far…

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First, the nice lady at work said it was my 57th, therefore my ‘Ketchup’ birthday. “Thanks,” I replied. “That helps!”

Also, this little gift was set out for me in the break room. I really love those twinkle lights!

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Then Bekah, my youngest, left me a succession of birthday cards… please note, the Otter. Which actually looks like my Otterby character in my book.

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Then I discovered she’d bought me THIS nifty purse for my birthday. I LOVE it. ‘Junior Scout’, I said, ‘that’s what I look like!’ Now, when I carry my wonderful purse, I’m not a 57 year old, plump, grandma. I’m on an adventure! I should write more adventures!

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Of course, to start off the day appealing to the long ago, teenaged girl who still lives inside me, I thought of this. A little hot guy to start off the day. (Sorry, Rick, my love, but I hadn’t met you yet!)

So, okay all my other kids! This stuff from Bekah. Top that! Ha ha!