Worlds of WillyDJ

 It Lives! I have made a book and posted it on Kindle. It's called 'Have Human, Will Travel' and is a collection of short stories about well, humans. It's also only $2 so I'm pointing out that's only 25 cents a story. A good deal compared to going to the movies in my opinion. Anyways, it's there, read it so I get more sales than from my wife and parents.

The Battle of Vesuvius INSPACE! done. Hooray! Hooray for me. Writing again after a brief pause where I sold my house, quit my job, moved to another town and bought a new house. Hmm, still need a job since this isn't exactly paying yet. So, the Battle of Vesuvius. INSPACE! Yes, that Vesuvius. The same one that goes bang was the site of the first big victory of Spartacus' Rebellion. It happens about 150 years prior to the other event. So how does a battle from over 2000 years ago provide inspiration for one involving ships, space marines and lasers? To which all I can say is; learn your history and buy my book!

 Quick short story, it's kinda adjacent to the space opera. Sorta. Never Punt an ET. The first rule they hammer into you when going outside the Sol system is 'do not punt the ET'. Even if they are annoying. Especially if they are annoying. No matter how much you want to pick up the ET by whatever and drop-kick them away, as far as the local gravity allows. No matter how much the local law types thought the puntee deserved it or how much they are laughing you will be deported back to Sol, There you will spend the rest of your sorry life working off the deportation charges and EarthSec will keep an eye on you forever as well. There are benefits mind. An entire subculture exists around punting ETs, never mind the legalities and ethics. And as someone bold enough to do it freestyle, while the Goverment takes a dim view, the same cannot be said for the people. The current ET in question was a Franeck, sort of like a hexapedal, feathered avian about the size of a cat if you'v...

 Please, stop believing the narrator Yes, yes I know. I already posted something today. That's because I have goldfish brain and had left the draft about fictional fascism sitting in limbo for a while. Hears today's rant. I noticed it as I completed the first arc for what began as Sparticus(inspace!) and is increasingly looking like Macbeth, also in space! Glynn and Artura are getting more like Mr and Mrs Darth Vader, sorry Lord and Lady Macbeth with each page. Which is okay, that Will said something about imitation after all. Anyways, back to what set this off. Our protagonists believe different things as a result of having different upbringings and whatnot. Their pairing is, well a mismatch. Anyways both Glynn and Artura believe in a version of history about what happened during Contact.  Glynn's one is purposefully wrong, it's obviously close to the party line and well, should be suspect on that alone. It's like reading some mid-century account of the colonisatio...

 Fascists don't get things done. A disturbing trend I see in popular culture is this weird notion of Democracy equals weak and Autocracies, particularly Fascist ones, are strong. This is quite a worrying thing for a member of a free society because I happen to like all these weak, pathetic freedoms. The ability to say what I want, believe what I want, love who I want all the while having some power to decide who calls the shots is dear to me. Also, autocracies commit all sorts of blunders because no one is able to tell them differently due to being in a grave or gulag. The rejection of Einstien's understanding of the atom being 'Jewish science' on the part of the Nazis and the Soviet's embracing of Lamarck over Darwin because it matched their ideology better is well known. So why is this less of a feature in our fictional societies? Ofttimes they stride the world like the colossi the propaganda of their real-world counterparts depicted them as doing. We see nothing ...

 Old weird stuff  I've been writing bits and bobs since ever. Here's an earlier thing. The working title was The Valley Girl. It was a pleasant evening. The air was warm and birds twittered and chirped at one another as Andrew waited for the bus. Checking his watch he noted it was another twenty minutes before it was due. So he decided to walk home. Had he known what was to transpire he would have wisely chosen to damn well wait like a good patient commuter. Andrew was not feeling patient and didn't like the bus trip home. He felt the driver contrived to hit every bump and pothole. He also liked walking and was in no hurry to get home.   Andrew walked to the corner store and bought a coke. He then began my walk home, reading his book and drinking the coke. He decided he would cross the common, walk down the road, cut through St Andrews and stop off at The Exminster for dinner before getting home for bed. A f...

  Killed him! It took a while, but I finally killed that damn bureaucrat. He's been awaiting death since March. Of course, a little thing happened then and my mind was on other matters. Still, he was hard to kill and that was a minor character! Eventually, I'm going to have to kill off a major character. Hopefully, it doesn't take as long.  What made killing him off had was that this is where Glynn, our main point of view protagonist actually commits to the revolution. Oh, sure humanity's overlords are callous colonialist types and representatives of The Man. Sure, the entire system is rotten and rigged. Sure, everything at the moment has The Third Servile War as an inspirational springboard and the hero has 'to get on with it' but the hero has to choose to do so.  Up till now, Glynn has just been reacting, trying to make the best of a situation spiralling out of his control. This is where he steps past that and has to make the break from the known and proceed i...