Oh my...

Once again I am sorry for not posting on Wednesday but this week was just aweful..

I was sick with a tonsil infection for a week, lost my job, and lost my fiancée. Next week will resume in Wednesday's schedule as has usually been the case, but as you can understand this week has been hectic.

As far as Westh: Sun Thieves goes, I am almost on page 140, but since I am doing big page format which will be reduced back to 5.25 width of the book, I'd say I'm on page 160 or 170.

I'll catch you guys on Wednesday. Just give me my grieving time! :'(

White-man down!

I do apologize for not writing on Wednesday. I have tonsolitus and it's absolutely kicking my ass. I never had my tonsils removed so they get inflamed and I get a fever and, sadly, fever dreams. Not to mention the ass upstairs (of my apartment) won't shut the hell up so I can't sleep a wink. Between fever dreams and not being able to sleep due to his music blasting, his stamping, and his knocking my things around by the way he jumps up and down (he is like a 250 pound elephant who tries to jump around like a ballerina when his music plays) I am just doing absolutely terrible. I feel like hell. My dad's new wife has been here for 2 days and already she is absolutely disgusted by the way he does his things upstairs and makes life hell for us on a lower level.

Westh: Sun Thieves is on pages 120. I'm thinking about making it around 200 pages in long format so around 230 pages in 5.25x8 in book length.

Earlier today (even though it's 10:22 in the morning!) someone posted a review on my first novel (The Surgeon with Glasses). He was one of those people that even if God had written it he wouldn't have given it a 5 star rating. He gave it 4/5 and said this:

Title: glued to it.
Review: I am not the type of person who starts a book and finishes it in one day. I usually get half way through a book and it bores me, so I put it down and save it for another day.. and never pick it up again. Once I received this book, I could NOT put it down. I LOVED it. It made me want to be nicer to everybody.

So that's groovy!

In other news I downloaded all the episodes of Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and am now going to continue watching them by starting episode 45. This show has enough cheese in it to make an omelet!...I love it!

Here's hoping I get better soon! In my last news of the week I submitted my Hole in a Helmet to Penguin's publisher's contest. The pitch sucked absolute nuts so I probably won't pass the first round. IF, and only IF, I do get by with the taped up pitch them I feel strong in my ability to get in first, second, or third place. Then again, this wouldn't be the first time someone has rejected my book! Nor shall it be the last!

Westh: Sun Theives (Areoth novel)

My good friend Kat Westh, a lady from Denmark, decided that, like my friend Selene, she wanted to be in a book of mine. I asked God why these people do this to me, but he hasn't emailed me back.

If you haven't read the first Areoth book (of which this is a branch off of the first generation, the second generation going to be called Areoth 2: The Galaxy Machine), it goes something like this. This is what is written on a five star review of it on Amazon:

Areoth is a science fiction novel written by John McAdam. This book tells about the story of Captain Ki, his crew, and their adventures in deep space. Belonging to a race of 7-foot-tall humanoids known as the Xi-Klicks, they spend their entire lives in a roboticized society, practically devoid of any culture, creativity, meaning, or socializing. One day, when Captain Ki and his crew are exploring deep space, their ship malfunctions and they lose contact with their race. The crew hurtles through space for over year before finally landing on an alien world completely foreign to anything they have ever seen before. This alien world is virtually a paradise, filled with an abundance of food and animals that live harmoniously with one another. The crew is torn between living in this paradise and returning the only civilization they ever knew. Captain Ki is determined to reestablish contact with the Xi-Klicks and return home. A religious officer named BiGraham (probably inspired by Billy Graham for humor and irony)however, has his own ideas in mind and wants to take over this world and claim it as his own. BiGraham persuades 3/4 of the surviving crew to follow him and, in betrayal, turns on Captain Ki and those remain loyal. Captain Ki and the loyal part of the crew flee into the forest and escape. But when three of Captain Ki's party are kidnapped and brought back to the newly established settlement, he and those that remain with him must return to the camp to rescue them. They succeed in rescuing the three that captured and, in addition, they manage recapture the spaceship that brought them to this planet. Months later, the Captain Ki's party manages to contact a Xi-Klick vessel. This vessel enters into the planet's orbit and the party can now travel home. All but Captain Ki board it and travel. He, suffering from severe arthritis and being in old age, chooses to stay where he can finally lay to rest and die in peace, away from the roboticized society that he had spent his entire life in.


Westh 1 is about, as you could tell from the subtitle, sun thieves. Captain Westh is called on for a mission when she finds that people are stealing the energy from her sun for their own use. She has to go sort them out. Currently I am on page 105 (It's 2:39 in the morning -.-) and she has just gotten her first taste of what they look like. Some of her crew is dead, some of them are fried. Her ship, which she is using an older model lent to her by The Oversee, the overlords of the planet Xi, has been captured and cut open like a tuna can.

Here is an excerpt. Like always it has not been edited yet, but you don't pay me for this blog so deal with it, hehe:

From the side the Xi-Klicks were nudged by a skinny figure holding one of the weapons. They started to move in the direction they were nudged until they were away from the new opening in the ship. Once free, these beings began to climb inside, each one jabbering some weak language that sounded like whisperes a ghost might use. These words were indecipherable to the purple people from Xi.

The original stickmen kept their gazes on the Xi-Klicks until, seemingly out of nowhere, they got the idea that it was time to move them. Somehow they had each individually gotten the same idea at once. Moving forward they began to nudge the newcomers.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to let them take us,” the religious officer said.

Westh backed up, shaking her head. “Just do what they say for now. If they wanted us dead then we would have been dead already.”

The man chirped in again. “What if they want to dissect us while alive?” Suddenly his foot got stuck on the ground behind his other foot. He wasn’t the most graceful of beings. Yelping out of a nervous reaction, the religious officer fell backwards, landing on his rump with a deep groan.

Immediately all of the creatures aimed their sticks at the fallen man. In only a second’s passing one of them shook the stick as though he were thrusting a spear forward. A blue ball of god-knows-what shot out, flinging itself onto the downed man and, in moments, he was just a pile of molecular dust on the floor ready to be swept away.

There was a stunned silence by the living Xi-Klicks. Each one of them hustled faster as they were nudged, their eyes beaming back to the blue pile of sand on the floor. One of the goons walked over and kicked the pile of dust, showing it all over the floor before looking back at those from Xi, holding his stick firmly pointing towards them and trudging in their direction.

Once at the wall of the facility a blue shield collapsed, allowing them to enter the actual building and exit the docking bay, which they did with haste. As they entered they were bewildered by the architecture of the place. Unlike their own ships, which had walls and buttons, all that they could see were wires upon wires. In fact, the only way they had made hallways was by parting the wires at enough of a distance to create a walking space. As they moved backwards one poor soul was unlucky enough to accidentally touch one of the wires. In only moments he was a crisp, dark figure steaming on the floor beneath them.

They all walked until they came to a small, circular opening that had pieces of walls protecting the circle from wires. In the circle were four paths. In stepping forward, one of the creepers got their attention before starting to walk down a path. The other stickmen again began nudging them with the sharp ends of their staves, many times cutting the individuals they bothered. Their push was towards the one that had gotten their attention, which they began to follow with no second thoughts after seeing what had happened just moments ago.

Where were they being taken? A gassy mist traveled along some parts of the ground. It was toxic to them and caused them to cough involuntarily at times, but thankfully this was not seen as a threatening gesture to these weird creatures who simply nudged them with the tip end of their sticks every time their lungs let out a burst. While it showed no effect on their captors, the Xi-Klicks found it hard just to stay upright as the poison slowly attacked their muscles, causing them to ache and swell with lactic acid despite the fact that they were all in good shape and were not doing any strenuous workout. Slowly, behind her, Westh noticed that small groans and shortness of breath began to take effect. While she was sweating just trying to keep herself together, the fellow Xi’s behind her suffered tremendously. Something about the suit, though, gave her the edge over them all. Peering at the being before her, she wondered if its mask had anything to do with it being able to survive the walk with ease.

Further along their walk, perhaps ten minutes in, the scenery started to change. There began to be a populous of more hooded beings, but along with this came another sight that startled them. There, as the walls stopped being wires and turned into curved pieces of metal with stickmen working on adding more to protect them from the wires, were larger beings.

Back In Black!

Ohiyo Gozimas!

Okay, so I know I promised I'd be back at the end of December...and it's Feb 2nd, but I have good news! The good news is that I have no more bad news! MWahahahahahaha >:D

But no, seriously, I have good news. In the time that I wasn't working on finding a job (which I have now), I DID manage to publish my Hole in a Helmet book! So happy about that!

All I have to show you as far as a book cover is this one I downloaded form Amazon. My original book cover was lost when my previous computer died (hence why I haven't been on so much). It sucks, I know, but that's life!

So there it is!
I recently started the next part of the Areoth story (Areoth being my first Sci-fi
book). I call it Westh: The Sun Thieves. It follows the line of Captain Westh, the lady who found and collected the crew of the first story as they were on Areoth. The story is about their contact with first extraterrestrial sentience other than their own being thieves who choose to steal their sun! Those swines..

One thing I do want to say. A big shout out to Christopher Hitchens, one of the mocking Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He died on December 15th, 2011. I didn't cry after hearing the initial news of his death, but after watching videos of him for the first time today in his struggle with cancer and how frail and pathetic it made him, I actually started to cry a bit. I have known him as the fluffy, fun, witty, sometimes serious, always intellectual man that anyone will know him as through his debates, but seeing him as thin as a stick just hit me to my core. Putting all my spiritual beliefs a side as I speak emotionally on this, I personally hope that there IS a loving afterlife on the other side and not just nothingness. It would be so tragic if as he died he just became nothing, because he was so much more than that. If you know nothing about this great man, go and look him up. You won't be disappointed.

Technically this thing says I am typing here on Thursday at 3 in the morning (I moved to Colorado, by the way), but let's just say this happened on Wednesday.

I submitted my book Hole in a Helmet to a Penguin Publishing contest only yesterday. They told me a few months ago through one of their branches DAW books that my book, in effect, wasn't worthy of winning their contest at that time, so I am trying this book here. Keep in mind, though, that since their rejection of Areoth, my first submitted book, it has recently received a 5-star rating on Amazon. Oh well.

This last month of January I made more money in books than I have ever made (it is made on a month-to-month basis). Guess how much?! I know no one reads this crappy blog, but if one day I do become famous and people read this blog, the first person to win this contest will get a special prize from me. You must name the exact amount of money I made this last January (it's a whole number, no cents involved). Everyone gets just one vote, and FYI it's a number between 1-500 >:-D

Good luck, and see you next week with news on Westh: The Sun Thieves.

Almost...

Hello to all. I am moving to Colorado and am very busy, so sorry I haven't been writing. Give me till the end of DecembeR!

Sorry guys...

I'm dreadfully sorry that I haven't been writing. I recently had to break up with my fiance, so just give me a few weeks and I will be back in the saddle and ready to write...just not right now. I don't even feel like breathing atm, let alone writing.

Busted hand?!

Howdy ho, kids! It's Smile Time!

Man, I sure do love that show Angel.



Recently, as in earlier today, I got something potentially exciting in the mail. DAW books has rejected my manuscript! How fun. I made this video of it:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNIffA2BcdM&feature=channel_video_title

Also, I cut my hand up pretty bad today. I was breaking a toilet (the toilet that I had to install that wasn't allowing me to write this blog for the past few days. Damn shrapnel.

In lighter news I have about 70 odd pages to go in Hole in a Helmet, my ww2 novel! Here's a piece I hope you'll enjoy. I found it quite comical.

“J. C.,” Fairbanks called. “Look on your map. Where are we?”

The squad’s sniper rolled over, sighing as he tried to reach behind his backpack and grab a roll that was sticking out one of the loose pockets. He muttered obscenities as his fingers were just barely long enough to tap it.

Leaning forward in a casual motion, Mike stripped J. C. of the map and then handed it to him. The sniper sat up and gave him a nod before rolling out the blueprint of France. “By my estimations…” The man tilted his head to the left, then the right, then arched a brow.

“Bar, come check this out.”

The tall man scooted over on the ground to where he sat next to his team member. “What?”

Both men pointed to different spots on the page, whispering to each other and either nodding or shaking their heads before finally setting the paper down.

“Well?” The leader asked, a bit agitated.

“We are officially lost,” was the reply. All the men gave a sigh and fell over.

Fairbanks’ blood boiled at that. “Officially lost? How can we be officially lost? Just look for the chapel a mile from the road!”

J. C. shook his head, saying, “I wish it was that easy.”

Sharps pitched in, asking in an elevated tone, “Then what were you pointing and nodding about?”

“Then what were you pointing and nodding about?”

The sniper turned the paper around to show the squad a black and white rolled up photograph of one of his favorite models striking a pose in a skimpy wear. “She has lovely breasts, no?”