Prometheus, Prometheus

If you’ve had enough of Prometheus, skip ahead to the picture of a pretty flower.

Oh Prometheus.  Such promise, such potential.

The visuals were stunning, the sound design absolutely fantastic, and the acting tremendous (having a crush on an android is totally normal, right? Straight up.).

But the story- the story was so flawed it made my head hurt.  The characters were constantly doing things that didn’t make sense, the plot was constantly advancing in completely unbelievable ways, and did I mention all the characters are idiots?

I mean, by the time this movie takes place, humanity has had several centuries of sci-fi to learn from.  Countless tales of first contact, of exploring alien worlds, and all the problems that come along with such scenarios.

So I am to believe that this crew of highly trained scientists go in to this alien installation, take off their helmets, and just touch everything?

The level of stupidity regularly and consistantly displayed in this film is mind boggling.  My writing-brain was screaming the entire time.

…And yet I went and saw it a second time.  Granted, about 15 minutes into the rewatch, I was making that I’ve made a huge mistake face, but then I sank into it, tried to look at the pretty pictures and appreciate all the high tech gadgetry, and ended up enjoying it again.

Aside from the acting, visuals, and sound design I’ve already mentioned being great, there were a few other notable things.  There was a scene which made me cringe, cringe, in uncomfortable squeamish distress.  Scott knows how to build tension and really punch me in the gut with a distressing and gross scene.  Gosh, that one’ll stick with me.

Also, I really liked the costume design.  Their helmets had a full 360 degree view, being clear acrylic all the way around, enabling both their and the audience’s view to be unhindered by parts of a helmet getting in the way.

Gosh.  Ok, that’s enough of Prometheus.  I suppose ranting may be part of the healing process- a bad film is one thing, but when a film with a huge budget and amazing people working on it ends up this bad, it’s a sad tragedy that really makes my heart ache.


Pretty flower, right?

In other news, I had the pleasure of taking a long hike with my father-in-law and his regular hiking group on Sunday.  It was a spectacular hike in the woods, around lakes, to the ocean.  Birds everywhere, a deer, amazing greenery all around- a welcome relief to this noisy city life.

On the hike I had the pleasure of talking with two writers: Clint Budd, who is the President of The Canadian Science Fiction & Fantasy Association, and who runs the Aurora Awards, and his partner Donna McMahon, who has published two books: Second Childhood and Dance of Knives.

I’m going to hang out with them at Vcon, which I look forward to attending at the end of September.

It was just nice to talk shop with some really experienced writers.  Also nice to have some more role models to look up to.  Then, when things start to feel impossible, I can remember these people and ground myself again.

In the meantime, the rejections continue to pour in, the submissions flow out, and I’m outlining my third book.

Onwards to blood-borne nanobots, carbon nanofiber skeletons, and the ethics of bioengineering new lifeforms.

…But perhaps it can wait until after I watch another Fassbender film. o_O

Thanks for reading.

Heidi out.

The Ramifications of Creating a New Life Form and a Silly Video of a Cat

Yesterday, I went to a broadcast of a play.  Last year, I went to National Theatre’s production of “Frankenstein” and was delighted to see they were rebroadcasting it.  So I got tickets for me and my friends and we went to see Frankenstein, as directed by a the wonderful Danny Boyle.

I came at it from a whole nother angle; I recently started a new book, one that deals with genetic engineering and the many interesting quandaries that arrise because of our tendency to do things because we can.  I was much more in tune to Frankenstein’s monster this go around; I realized I had been approaching my story from a human-centric viewpoint.  Silly author…

So as I was getting into that groove, my brain did a funny thing.  It started replaying this video of a cat.  And it was funny.  And it almost made me laugh out loud at several, completely inappropriate points during the broadcast.

I managed to get back on track… it was a strange deviation.  Perhaps it was some failsafe, activated when not being attracted to Frankenstein’s monster is impossible.  Because Benedict Cumberbatch.

All that aside, it was a fantastic production.  Really visceral, really physical.  It was tremendous.

And then still, there’s this.  :/

Did you ever grow anything in the garden of your mind?

Inspiration comes in so many forms.  The other day I saw this, and it’s been stuck in my brain in the most wonderful way.

I can say with almost 100% certainty that this will be the one and only time I will use the tag “Sick Slide Whistle Solo”.  Fantastic.

And here’s a TED talk on inspiration that I watch whenever I’m having a particularly rough time of it.  Thankfully I haven’t watched it in a while, but it’s good to know it’s there.  It offers a different way of thinking about creativity, and writing specifically.  It’s fantastic.

Elizabeth Gilbert on nurturing creativity

So, that’s all for today.  Still trying to get this Cowboys and Werewolves story done.

…but also finding myself plotting out my next book.  I’m quite excited about it; I’ll keep you posted.

Thanks for reading.

Heidi out.

Good News, Everyone!

Yes, good news indeed!

I’ve received another acceptance for a short piece!

It’s an anthology of zombie flash fiction:

It’s going to be published by Hazardous Press.

I’ll be sure to let you know when it’s out.  Should be a riveting collection of all things zombie related.

My piece is called “Coping Mechanisms” and features a Projectionist named Rose, and some settings familiar to my fellow Vancouverites.

I’m actually getting royalties!  Ooooh, aaaaah!  I’m excited.  It will be out in print and ebook formats.

In the mean time, got to keep writing!  Sure feels good to get an acceptance; really bolsters my spirits.

Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you for reading, following, commenting, and linking: your support is really helping me get my career off the ground.  I hope to string you along on a lifetime of exciting work!

Heidi out.

Cowboys and Werewolves

Well, my day is off to a rousing start.

Q: When is a kitty’s fur the softest?

A: Apparently at 4am.

Gosh, Echo, you’re so darn cute… Can’t blame her for waking me though, she was sick and was out of food.  :/

So!  Today: Cowboys and Werewolves.

I’m working on a piece for Mystichawker Press, a fledgling listing.  They know what they want.

I decided to to a google image search of “Cowboys and Werewolves” for inspiration, and, well…

So I’ll just try to forget I did that, and stick with my original plan: write the rootin’est tootin’est, gunslingingest, cross genrefest I’ve ever penned.

So far we’ve got space cowboys sent to a recently colonized planet to hunt… alien werewolves.

If you’re thinking this

meets this

but with -spoiler alert- multiple moons…

…you’re basically bang on the money.

I’m using characters I’ve written a bunch, trying them on in some sci-fi roles again.  I love switching up genres and settings for characters I’ve written and want to write again.

I’m having great fun with it.  Hopefully their editors will as well.

Thanks for reading.

Heidi out.

Chopin’s Blooddrop Sonata- and the super prolific author who is editing it

Working on a piece for a horror anthology featuring classical music.  I hope something from the early Romantic period counts, because Chopin’s Raindrop Sonata has always been mind fodder for terrors for me.  It’s such a journey; one of my favourite pieces I studied while taking piano.

Chopin doesn’t look like a scary guy, right?  *Swoon*

Working out the logistics of a werewolf who becomes a poltergeist is interesting; do they change into an etherial werewolf on the full moon?  (Yes.)  Can someone be bitten and infected by such a werewolf?  (Yes.)  Fun stuff.  So far the musical aspect of my story is the most creepy; my protagonist wakes up playing the piano, when she’s never played before.

(Insert scary ghost noises here!)

So, DF Lewis, I hope you dig Chopin, because he can be one scary, scary dude.

Whoa whoa whooooooaaaaaa- what do you mean you had 1,500 short stories published while I was slacking off aging from 1 to 15!?  Holy smokes, this guy is a machine.  What an inspiration!

He must know the craft pretty well; hopefully he digs my classical-pianist/werewolf/poltergeist silliness.

Thanks for reading.

Heidi out.

Procrastination can be productive too!

I’m all over the place lately.  Working on a short story again after tinkering with my books.

Today I brought out the half-finished game I made recently.  I’m pretty excited about it, and actually want to take a shot at getting it published.  It’s been through several playtests, with various groups of various sizes.  It’s been a fun challenge to balance it and try and get it to a place that’s good enough to take to a developer.

“Tinker, Tailor” is the working title, though I won’t be crushed if I have to change it to “Tinker, Taker”; it is a game about spys, and finding moles within your agency (see where the name might run into some problems?).

If you’ve played a lot of games, I can tell you it’s like if Munchkin and Battlestar Galactica had a baby, and it grew up to be a spy.  It’s super fun to play.

It was giving me some issues with balancing the different agents (each player has a different agent character, with unique abilities), but I think I’ve got it now.

Now just to re-print the latest edition and playtest it with more people!

My workbook and the pieces I’m working on:

Also this week, I bottled a few brewing projects I’ve been waiting on.  My Welches’ Red Wine turned out rather heinously, but it might make an OK sangria.  Also, my Pumpkin Pie wine, which popped its corks while we were on our honeymoon, has stabilized, and I managed to salvage 14 bottles out of the batch.

Let’s see, what else, what else.  Oh!  My Auntie Pam gave us awesome wild rice as a wedding present.  I like taking pictures of food; this one turned out neat.

Well, that’s all for now folks.  I’ll be hard at work on my latest short story, for a horror anthology that features classical music.  Chopin’s Raindrop Blooddrop Sonata, anyone?

Summer’s here, and it’s nice to see the sun while I write.  🙂

Cheers.

Thanks for reading.

Heidi out.

Word Clouds: Silly and Enlightening

I enjoy playing with word clouds.

I made one for a recent short story, “The Darker Paths”:

Word clouds are fun.

But did I really use “Max” and “Brian” *that* much?  Gosh.  Something to keep in mind when I’m crafting.

My next project, “Blood Drop Sonata”, is for a horror anthology featuring classical music.  I’m having good fun with it.  I’m starting to mesh monsters with wild abandon; werewolf poltergeists are a thing, right?  Well, now they are.

And just so I’m clear,