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Two Small Pieces of Good News

The world is burning in a thousand ways, but making and appreciating art is what keeps me sane and sometimes even happy. I have two things to share in that area, one related to music, the other to fiction writing.

First, my new two-track release with Spesh is out today on Beatport, Organic Broccoli Florets and Your Ice. I’m so pleased with the way this release came out. With both tracks, we tried for a smooth, silky, hypnotic feel. Initial feedback from our promo pool has been excellent, and Beatport is featuring the release in its Hype Picks section. Hope you enjoy, if melodic house is your cup of tea.

Secondly, a novella I’ve been working on for months was just accepted for publication. Contract pending, so I’ll hold off on the details, but I’m elated with the home this story has found. So something on the release schedule for 2023.

Personally, life has been quiet, very little drama, which is just how I like it. Had a great time with Kia and a good friend at the Exploratorium After Dark last night, which was the biggest night out in awhile.

I hope that your own life is just how you like it, and that you’re doing what you can to put out one or more of the planet’s many fires.

Life Update August 2022

I don’t currently have any big ideas I need to share, but I thought I would post a quick update anyway.

Entertainment

I’m playing Elden Ring on the PS5, and loving it. This game is truly a masterpiece by Hidetaka Miyazaki, and George RR Martin’s influence shines through as well. I’m well over a hundred hours in, and not even halfway through the game. Honestly my sleep and productivity are suffering a little, but this game is a once-in-a-generation art experience*, and you’re a fool to miss it.

*Credit for the “art experience” framing goes to my friend Abi.

I flew up to Seattle for the weekend to play at GoFest. I used free miles and got a good rate at the Hotel Crocodile (a great place to stay if you don’t mind the noise, and I’m a night owl so it didn’t bother me). I do realize traveling to participate in a Pokemon GO event is full-nerd, but I’ve never claimed otherwise.

I’m reading Arkady Martine’s A Memory Called Empire and enjoying it very much, as well as Neal Stephenson’s Termination Shock. The latter is slow going, but I’m curious enough to finish it after I’m done with the former.

Writing

I’m working on a new short story What Does the Mushroom Want, a mystery-horror-sci-fi piece that takes place in the Pacific Northwest. My far-future cuttlefolk novella The Discovery at Alexandria is out for submission. My science fiction novel Saint Arcology is currently being read by my mother (my regular 2nd draft reader, she always has great feedback, thanks Mom!).

Road Trip

We got in the car (including the dog) and drove to Oregon. Short hops, no more than four hours in the car per day, and lots of visits with friends along the way. We all got along pretty well considering the tight quarters and stresses of traveling. One highlight for me was visiting friends in Portland I hadn’t seen for many years. And there were more friends in Portland I would have looked up if we’d had more time. I can definitely see the appeal of Portland life, and moving there has crossed my mind from time to time. But ultimately I have too many roots in the Bay Area, and I’m loving the San Francisco high-rise life.

Another highlight was visiting Bandon, Oregon, where my family spent many summers when I was a kid. I drove out to Bill Creek Road and took a peek at the lot where we built our cabin. The cabin is gone, replaced by a two-story house, but the surrounding woods are the same. I thought about my childhood friend Pat Lasswell, whose family had built a house on the neighboring property. Pat passed away in 2015, and we never knew each other as adults (just as well maybe — I think we probably leaned in different directions politically), but in the 80’s he was the older kid who introduced me to to D&D and other RPGs, as well as Lord of the Rings. In his obituary I read that he was a huge science fiction fan and regular attendee of Orycon.

Miss you Pat–you had an outsized influence on my life direction, and never knew. I wish I had reached out and told you that when I had the chance.

Well, didn’t mean to end on a sad note, but I never know where these posts are going. I’ll think I’ll leave this one here and write another one soon to cover some other life categories.

I’ve Made a Mistake

I’ve made a mistake, and I’m regretting it.

A few months ago I made a work commitment, saying yes when I should have said “no thank you.” And now I’m regretting it. I’m working more than I want to, I’m attending far too many meetings, and I have less time for my hobbies and other non-work activities I enjoy (including writing this blog).

It helps to actually own the fact that I messed up. The situation isn’t terrible — I’ll fulfill my work commitments and then my schedule will eventually lighten up. But I’m going to be grinding for at least a few more weeks, and probably for a few more months.

It’s been awhile since I’ve felt that my consulting work has been in the “sweet spot”. I wonder if the solution is moving away from freelance work toward a completely passive income model. We could move somewhere like Costa Rica and live off of rents, dividends, and royalties effective immediately.

But we tried living in Costa Rica. I didn’t like it. There were too many mosquitos, everyone walked around carrying a machete, and the internet cable disappeared into the jungle.

How I’m Protecting my Writing Time (and Sanity)

In 2020 my freelance consulting work crashed. Though none of my clients went out of business, many scaled back their operations and/or new software development dramatically in response to the pandemic. This, combined with a steady downward trend in the type of consulting work I’d been doing for many years, resulted in a very slow work year with far fewer billable hours than I needed to cover my expenses.

This Too Shall Pass

This too shall pass.

Sounds like a Biblical phrase but its origins are Persian, popularized by Sufi poets.

It’s been on my mind a lot recently.

Referring to the pandemic, of course. Which feels like it might go on forever. Maybe Omicron is the last, most contagious, least lethal wave. Or maybe it’s just one more wave in the middle of a dozen or more.

But eventually, and I’m guessing sometime in 2022, the pandemic will be over. There will still be Covid, but it won’t be any more lethal or notable than any other infectious disease. And at that point we’ll have to figure out what “normal” looks like.

I’ve left so many activities behind: playing racquetball at the Y, playing tabletop D&D, hosting parties at our house, going to parties, eating indoors at restaurants, seeing movies in the theater.

I don’t think we’re going back to the movies anytime soon — we bought a huge OLED TV and it looks incredible. The San Francisco Y doesn’t have racquetball courts. My D&D friends have dispersed to different cities. Some of my regular weekly activities may now just be part of my past, like DJing at clubs and hosting huge dance parties.

I’m reflecting, not complaining. The pandemic has been gentle to us. We survived getting Covid, and only a few friends have gotten seriously ill. My family relationships and friendships are still strong. We have a roof over our heads and we’re in good financial shape. Mental health could be better but we’re hanging in there.

But it’s strange to think that there’s no going back to the way things were, even when the pandemic ends.

Not entirely, anyway. I’m sure I’ll still play D&D and racquetball again, sometime and somehow. And we’ll go out to the movies once in awhile.

Slowly, a sense of normality will pervade our collective consciousness (unless the United States plunges into civil war or a fascist dictatorship).

This too shall pass.

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