N is for Nebula

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Of all the objects in space, nebulae are some of the most beautiful and awe-inspiring.  These giant clouds of gas and dust span light-years, and often contain stellar nurseries where new stars (and with them, new planets) are born.  Few things can fill me with a greater sense of wonder than a detailed, high-res image of a nebula.

Many of the classic nebulae images come from the Hubble Space Telescope, which has probably done more to bring that sense of wonder to the general public than any other telescope.  These images, all of which are released by NASA into the public domain (with very few restrictions), have been shaping the pop culture dialogue about space and astronomy for more than a generation.  They’ve certainly had a tremendous impact on me.

There are many different kinds of nebulae.  The largest and most stunning ones are mostly diffuse, meaning that they have no clear boundaries where they begin and end.  These come in two basic flavors: emission nebulae, which glow on their own due to ionized hydrogen gas, and reflection nebulae, which consist mostly of dust and don’t glow on their own, but reflect the light of nearby stars.

The Witch Head Nebula is a classic reflection nebula.  Doesn’t it look eerie?  It’s probably because of the way it reflects blue and purple.  Many reflection nebulae share those same colors.

The Orion Nebula, one of my personal favorites, is a massive region of star formation visible just below the three iconic stars of Orion’s Belt.  It contains large regions of both reflection and emission.  In the center of the thickest clouds are dozens of young stars with protoplanetary disks–new solar systems in the process of being born.  How many of these will go on to form planets capable of hosting life?  Just a few billion years ago, our own sun may have been born in a cloud of gas and dust like this one.

The Helix Nebula, also known as the Eye of God, is apt to make you do a double-take the first time you see it!  It looks almost like an eye, watching you from the midst of the heavens.  Just as clouds here on Earth tend to form shapes and patterns that look like other things, so do nebulae.

The Cat’s Eye Nebula is another one of those gorgeous space objects that’s apt to give you a double take.  Both the Cat’s Eye and the Helix are Planetary Nebulae, which form after a star burns off its outer layer and collapses into a white dwarf.  The name is kind of misleading, because they don’t really have anything to do with planets at all–they just look a bit like them, when all you’ve got is a low powered telescope to view them with.

One of the most famous Hubble images is the Pillars of Creation, a close-up image of a stellar nursery within the Eagle Nebula.  Stars form when clouds of gas and dust become so dense that they collapse on themselves, creating a gravity well that sucks up more of the surrounding dust and gas.  As enough matter accumulates, the pressure and heat at the center grow until the whole thing goes nuclear.  When nuclear fusion begins, the newborn star sends out a strong stellar wind that pushes away any remaining dust and gas from the rest of the nebula.  After several million years, the whole cloud is blown away, leaving us with a star cluster like the Pleiades.

In the Pillars of Creation, the long, finger-like clouds of the nebula are so dense that they appear dark and opaque, blocking out any light from the other side.  These kinds of structures are called molecular clouds, after their ability to form molecules due to their increased density.  In this image, though, we can see a group of newborn stars just starting to blow away the cloud’s outer shell.  Once the cloud is completely blown away (in just a few thousand years or so), these stars will shine clearly enough for us to see–but for now, they’re hidden inside those pillars where they were born.

The Crab Nebula is particularly fascinating, not only for the stunningly complex structures visible in this image, but because less than a millennium ago, it used to be a star.  In 1054, medieval astronomers in Europe, Asia, and the Americas reported the appearance of a new star, bright enough to be seen even in daylight.  What they actually saw was a supernova, the spectacular death of a massive star.  When a star goes supernova, it explodes with as much energy in just a few days or months as it put out during its entire lifetime.

The outer layers were blasted out to form this nebula, while the inner core collapsed and formed a neutron star–an object so dense that it contains as much as three times the mass of the sun in a sphere roughly the size of New York City.  If the supernova is really big, the star might even collapse into a black hole.

Because of how fascinating and gorgeous nebulae can be, it should come as no surprise that they often show up in science fiction.  When you have a starship and can travel at ease across the stars, nebulae become a part of the geography of space, just like forests and mountain ranges in a fantasy setting.  I haven’t played any of the Mass Effect games yet, but apparently they do this quite a lot.  In the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica series, the colonists are able to set a course for Earth after using the Lagoon Nebula to orient themselves relative to the stars of the zodiac.  And of course, who can forget the classic battle between Kirk and Khan at the end of Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan?

In real life, though, it’s much more likely that nebulae like the ones above wouldn’t even be visible if you got up close to them.  Even though they’re much denser than other regions of space, they’re still for the most part much less dense than our planet’s own atmosphere.  From a distance, they appear bright because we can see the entire structure in one field of view, but up close, it’s possible that you wouldn’t even know you were in one.

That being said, it sure makes for more exciting fiction when the nebulae are these giant mysterious clouds capable of hiding an entire space fleet.  And really, who knows what these things are actually like up close?  For now, all we can do is watch them from afar.  But someday, if science fiction becomes reality, we may be able to be firsthand witnesses to the births and deaths of stars.

I will turn this time suck into a powerful new writing motivator

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Last night, I caved and bought the new FTL game that all my friends have been talking about.

OMIGOSH.

Six hours later, I was screaming in agony as my awesome starship went down in flames.  AGAIN.  In sector eight (on the easy setting, though, so not too impressive).

Seriously, this game is AMAZING.  I haven’t seen such a perfect combination of strategy, skill, random chance, and dumb luck since Star Control II.  There are SO MANY things you can do … and SO MANY ways you can die!  I love it!

Granted, with every game like this, there’s a danger that it will become a huge time suck (minecraft, anyone?).  However, this one is different.

Famous last words, right?

But seriously, each round takes only an hour or two, there’s only one save slot, and you die so frequently that it’s hard to become too attached to any one game.  In other words, this is the sort of game I can pick up and put down again without devoting too much mental space to it.  Which (hopefully) makes it a perfect carrot to get me to write more.

Here’s what I’m going to do: for every thousand words in my WIP, I’ll allow myself to play one (and only one!) round of FTL.  If I hit my daily goal, I’ll allow myself to play as much as I want.

It’s still too early to tell if this is going to work, but I’m going to give it a try.  Seriously, though, once I told myself “you can play FTL as soon as you hit that first 1k,” all I wanted to do was write!  And now that I’m more or less finished with this blog post, I think that’s what I’m going to do.

Later!

And now for a little Minecraft…

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I call it Teotihuacan.

The temples each have a base of 31×31 blocks and a height of 13 blocks, with the topmost level a 7×7 square.  They are spaced kitty corner five blocks diagonally, in a sort of equilateral quadrangle.  The biome is actually a swamp; I added the jungle trees later for effect.

The idea came to me a couple of weeks ago, when I was playing with my toddler nephew.  I built a Mayan step pyramid out of Duplos with him, then figured why not do the same thing in Minecraft?  The first attempt was in survival mode, which took FOREVER, so for this one I decided to go creative.

Overall, I’m rather pleased.  This was my first time playing around in creative mode, and I must say it’s a lot more … creative.  Go figure.

Don’t worry, I’m still writing.  This was just a little diversion to keep me busy between job applications and temp jobs.  The staffing agency has kept me pretty busy until now, so I’m looking for something a little more steady.  Had an interview at J-Dogs today that went pretty well–hopefully, I’ll hear back from them next week.

In the meantime, I’d better get some sleep.  G’night!

Well, that was a quick revision

SW-V Dreamweaver (thumb)First of all, sorry for forgetting to do a Trope Tuesday post (again!).  I guess I’m really flaky about doing those.  Oh well–better to be flaky about blogging than flaky about writing, right?

In fact, the reason I didn’t write-up the post was because I was busy doing a 2.0 revision pass for Star Wanderers: Dreamweaver.  This is the novella that retells the events of Outworlder, but from Noemi’s point of view.  I hadn’t looked at it in the eight months since I wrote it, but sometime over the summer I gave it to Laura to alpha read, and she just got back with her comments a couple of days ago.

Well.  Reading through those comments was simultaneously the most excruciating and most invigorating thing I’ve been through in a while.  I’ve changed a lot since I wrote the first draft, and a lot of things about it are horribly embarrassing, but the story … the story is actually pretty solid.  Oh, some of Noemi’s motivations weren’t close enough to the page, and some other elements needed a bit of pruning, but the structure, the bones–it all seems to be there.

So, long story short: I got Laura’s comments on Monday, and finished the revisions today.  TODAY.  Of course, it still needs to be proofread, and I’d like to send the new version out to some other first readers … but I don’t anticipate making any major, earth-shattering changes to the story.  In fact, I could publish it tomorrow, and most of you would probably love it.

So far, my Star Wanderers books are selling much better than any of my other titles.  They’re also much shorter, which means that I can put them out a lot faster–or should, at least.  I probably angst over them more than I should, trying to make everything perfect.  But I’ve got the extended series planned out to Part X, and I’ve already written half of Part VI.  Some of those might get moved up or down, depending on demand, but the more I write in this universe, the more stories present themselves.  And hey, if that’s what you want to read, I’ll be more than happy to write more of them.

If all goes well, Dreamweaver will be out in the first half of April, perhaps as early as the end of March.  As always, newsletter subscribers will get a two-week coupon code to download the book for free on Smashwords.  This also provides access to all future editions, in all ebook formats, completely DRM free.  If you enjoy it, I hope you’ll review it or tell a friend about it.  I’m not sure how I’ll end up pricing it, but I don’t anticipate going higher than $2.99.

In the meantime, here’s something to leave you with: an awesome remix of Jewel by Solarstone & Clare Stagg.  Man, I love Solarstone’s work.  I picked up his newest album, Pure, over the summer, and have been pulling songs from it for book soundtracks ever since.

Night! 🙂

Trope Tuesday? Oh yeah, about that…

I’ve been so hard at work on the edits and book teaser for Stars of Blood and Glory that I completely forgot about Trope Tuesday.  In addition, I’m working a two week job that runs 8 to 5, with a half hour lunch break.  Sorry for those of you who enjoy this feature, but it looks like Trope Tuesday will be on hold for a week or two.

I haven’t forgotten about it, though.  If there’s any particular trope you’d like me to cover, I’m open to requests.  Just mention them in the comments below.

In the meantime, here’s a good example of the cannon fodder trope.  After watching this video, no explanation should be necessary.

Take care!

Trope Tuesday: Space Cossacks

I’m going to take a break from the hero’s journey trope posts for a while, until I have the time to do them justice.  In the meantime, let’s have a little fun.

Some of my favorite science fiction stories are the ones about a culture of nomadic starfaring people wandering the universe in search of a new homeworld.  Earth is usually a half-forgotten legend, and their starships have probably seen better days.  On tvtropes, the page for these stories is Space Cossacks, named after a real world culture in historic Russia that basically experienced the same thing, albeit on a terrestrial scale.

The description of this trope on the tvtropes page is so good, I’m just going to repost it here.  Seriously, every one of those cross links is worthy of your click.

There is no hope and You Can’t Go Home AgainThe Empire is spreading out. Even The Federation has too many Obstructive Bureaucrats. There is no way for free men to get out of the reaches of The Government and even mounting La Résistance will be of no avail.

So what do you do? You become Space Cossacks.

You flee to the border and live in a tough area where you all have to be sharp. You set up as Space Pirates or as Hired Guns or as Intrepid Merchants. Or all of these at once.

With you are various dissidents like people who feared being Made a Slave. There might be a Noble Fugitive or two, perhaps even a Defector from Decadence. You and your brave band of Fire-Forged Friends will struggle on to survive and maintain your freedom and heed no laws but your own.

One of the things that I think should qualify a story for this trope is that the society of space cossacks is just that: a community of people who share at least a few cultural bonds.  Battlestar Galactica definitely qualifies, but I’m a little on the fence as to Firefly, since that story is more or less about a ragtag band of failed revolutionaries.  Are the Browncoats all from the same culture, like the Kurds or the Circassians or the Ossetians, or are they just a pologlot group of frontiersmen from all over the settled worlds?  Does it even matter?

In the end, I suppose it doesn’t.  The spirit of this trope is a lot like that of Fighting for a Homeland: a bunch of displaced underdogs on the fringes of civilization trying to make their way in the universe.  The nature of the conflict is such that by the end, they can’t help but form their own distinct subculture.

I don’t know why I love this trope so much.  Maybe it has to do with the way it blends elements from the Western genre in a classic Science Fictional setting.  Maybe it’s because I was born in the wrong century and naturally dream of settling the frontier.  Maybe it’s because this is one of the best ways to get awesome space battles.

Whatever the reason, I can’t get enough of it, as you can probably guess from reading my books.  In Bringing Stella Home, Danica and her band of Tajji mercenaries fit this trope to a T.  Stars of Blood and Glory delves quite a bit deeper into their background, with Roman as a major viewpoint character.  In Heart of the Nebula, the people of the Colony basically become Space Cossacks over the course of the novel.  Both of those novels are currently unpublished, but I hope to put them up in the next year.

On the subject of roving bands of displaced Eastern Europeans, I listened to this Circassian folk song maybe a dozen times while writing this post:

Awesome stuff–I’m totally putting it in the soundtrack for my next Gaia Nova novel.  Also, I’ll have to name a moon or a planet in the Tajjur system after Mount Elrus or something.  Space Cossacks indeed!

Grape harvest update

Sorry for missing the last Trope Tuesday post.  We’re in the tail end of the grape harvest here in Georgia, so I’ve been spending a lot of time helping out with that.  The next trope post is going to be a big one, so rather than trying to pound it out in the village (where most internet sessions are cut short by a power outage), I figured I’d just wait until next week.

In any case, here are some pictures from the harvest that you might find interesting.  Georgia is pretty famous for its wine and grapes–there are over 500 different varieties in the country, many of them indigenous to the Caucasus region.  Almost everyone in the village has their own vineyard, so most of the stuff you buy in the market is locally grown and locally produced.  Let me tell you, there are few things more awesome than being able to get freshly picked fruit right in your own backyard.

Picking grapes. A bunch of the neighbors came out and helped, in exchange for a basketful of grapes and a nice dinner.
Grapes, fresh on the vine.
It takes a little more infrastructure to grow them this way, but the end result is much better.
The best part of picking grapes is being able to snack while you pick them. 🙂

In terms of writing, I’m making fairly decent progress on my next novel.  It’s a fantasy story, so it’s a pretty big shift from all the space opera stuff I’ve done over the last few years.  At least, that’s what it feels like.  I’m trying not to worry about how much it sucks right now, but if it’s anything like all my other books, it will turn out a lot better than I think it will.

That’s about all for now.  I’ll leave you with this hilarious youtube clip of a bunch of Koreans going ape over a Georgian dance troop.  The Georgians are awesome, but it’s worth watching for the Koreans’ reactions alone.  Seriously, best thing I’ve seen in a long time.

See you around!

I cannot tell you…

…how much I’m looking forward to being back in Georgia.

My flight leaves from JFK on Saturday and arrives in Istanbul at about 6 am on Sunday.  The flight to Tbilisi doesn’t leave for another seven hours, so I plan to take the tram downtown and see some of the sights.  I’ll arrive in Tbilisi late that afternoon, spend the night at a hostel…

…and then take off the next morning for Kars, Turkey.  I plan to meet up with a friend there and go tour the ruins of Ani, ancient capital of Armenia.  I have no idea yet how I’m going to get there, but there should be some buses in Tbilisi or Akhaltsikhe, and from Kars you can charter a taxi.

So after all that, I’ll head out to Baghdati to meet my new host family!  For the fall semester, I’ve been assigned to the school in the village of Rokhi:


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It’s about an hour south of Kutaisi, right up against the Lesser Caucasus mountains, and it looks like an awesome place!  A couple of other TLGers have been there before me, and they tell me it’s really great.  It’s definitely going to be a change of pace, going from city to village, but it’s one I’m looking forward to.  There are only 300 students in the school (grades 1-12), so maybe I’ll learn all my students’ names this time.

The family I’ve been assigned to sounds a bit older, with a thirty year old son who works at the school.  It sounds a bit rustic, with Turkish toilets and no internet at home, but I’m looking forward to that, especially the no internet part.  Don’t worry, I plan to get out and blog regularly–I’m sure there are local internet cafes, plus Kutaisi isn’t that far and I know where to get internet there.

Getting out to church is going to be a bit tricky: I’ll probably go into Kutaisi on Saturday, take the noon train into Tbilisi (5 GEL) and spend the night at a hostel (15 GEL), or take the sleeper train (10 GEL) and show up in the morning.  Getting back shouldn’t be too difficult: the Baghdati marshrutka leaves from Didube at 16:00 (or so I hear), and from there it’s only about 6 or 7 kilometers.

I have no idea how long I’ll be in Georgia this time: my contract runs until the end of December but I may extend again, depending on what other options open up.  I’ve really fallen in love with Georgia since coming there, and may just choose to stay on another year.  The Caucasus is a really amazing place, full of hidden treasures and remote places.

Which reminds me: I’m bringing a tent and sleeping bag this time, to do some backpacking in Borjomi and Tusheti.  Packing them was tough: the airline restriction is 20 kg total of weight (44.1 lbs), and after a whole lot of work, I finally got it down to 42.5 lbs.  The disassembled backpack frame is going to have to go as a separate piece of luggage, since it was too big to fit in any bag, but it shouldn’t be too hard to reassemble it out in Georgia.

That’s about it.  I’ll leave you with this awesome Georgian song I found on youtube.  The dance troop is Erisioni, and they put on an amazing show that’s kind of like Riverdance, except for Georgia.  Let me tell you: when it comes to dance (folk or ballroom), I don’t think anyone in the world is as amazing as the Georgians.

Magaria!

My Muse

A long time ago, I did a whimsical post about my muse and what she is like.  Imagine my surprise when I found a picture of her on Deviant Art!

I had a lot of fun with that post, so I thought I’d revisit it.  Enjoy!


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My muse is about fifteen years younger than me and three thousand years older. She listens to my philosophical dabblings like a younger sister, but is a lot closer to the pulse and rhythm of this world than I have ever been.

She has a soft spot for Homer and the old Greek epics (I suppose that’s right around the time when she got her start at being a muse), but she’s been deeply in love with space adventures since the days of Wells, Burroughs, and Heinlein. Her love of the stars must have started back in the days of the Greeks and Romans, because that’s the only thing that’s ever on her mind. She’s definitely a night owl and I think she spends her nights stargazing while I’m asleep.

In contrast to my blunt, forward, and sometimes overly-aggressive manner, she doesn’t really speak to me unless she knows that I’m listening. She doesn’t slap me upside the head to get me working, and she usually doesn’t come to me until I’ve been slaving away for a good long while. If I choose not to listen to her, she shrugs and walks away without an argument.

As much as I love to toy with ideas, she likes to touch, taste, see, and smell things directly with her own senses. She’s the kind of person who would take off her shoes to walk barefoot in the grass, even if it makes her late to where she’s going. She’s easily distracted and she never really lets me know where she’s going until we get there. However, if I listen and humbly follow her, she always leads me someplace worthwhile.

My muse is very mischievous. Her favorite thing is to give me random flashes of inspiration when I’m in the middle of something else. I can’t tell you how many crazy ideas I’ve had while driving on the highway, or taking a class, or working a mind-numbing job. She teases me, too–if I don’t write everything down in the moment of inspiration, she won’t tell me again until I fall on my knees and beg her.

My muse looks young and innocent, but don’t be deceived. She’s a wanderer who isn’t likely to settle down anytime soon. Blood, violence, battle, and death excite her. She gleefully urges me to torture and confuse my characters as much as I can. Still, deep down, I think she wants the good to win out in the end, and the evil to be revealed for what it really is.

I have no idea why she chose me out of all the writers out there, but she’s been with me long as I can remember. Whatever I do and wherever I go, I know she’ll always be there.

Trope Tuesday: Slap Slap Kiss

There aren't enough scoundrels in your life.

Unless you have an unhealthy aversion to kissing books, you’re probably familiar with Slap Slap Kiss.  It’s common in genre romance, but you’ll often find it in science fiction & fantasy too.  When done well, it’s a great way to make sparks fly, but when done poorly…I think you can fill in the rest.

The basic underlying concept is that love and hate are just two sides of the same coin.  Both involve strong feelings for another person, the kind that drive you crazy and make it hard to think straight.  According to this theory, it’s a lot easier to fall in love with someone you hate than to fall in love with someone you don’t really care about.  And once you fall in love, the rest is easy. <snark!>

Kiss Kiss Slap is the Tsundere’s standard MO.  An effective way to end the will they or won’t they? phase, though the trope is so common that you can spot it almost as soon as the slapping starts (Dinosaur Comics has a good commentary on that).  Sometimes happens in conjunction with Foe Yay, though the couple doesn’t have to start out as sworn enemies.  The kiss itself is usually one of those “lovely trick[s] designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.” When set up properly, is often accompanied by a Love Epiphany.

Of course, it’s possible to go too far.  There’s a fine line between “all’s fair” and kicking the dog, and if you cross it…good luck.  Alternately, if the slapping doesn’t cross the line, but the kiss doesn’t live up to expectations, it’s also going to fall flat.  And if the main reason you invoke this trope is because the plot demands it…let’s just say, you’re doing it wrong.

In general, I think it’s important to keep the following in mind:

  • The attraction needs to be properly foreshadowed.  If the characters start slapping each other without even a hint of sexual tension first, no amount of backpedaling is going to make up for it.
  • Neither of the characters should tear each other down.  There’s a big difference between a slap and a punch (and a roundhouse kick, for that matter).  Even though the characters may abuse each other, they have to have at least some mutual respect.  After all, Han still called Leia “your highness,” and Leia still complimented Han on his “bucket of bolts” (albeit sarcastically).  Once the respect is gone, so is any hint of romance.
  • The kiss needs to be proportional to the slap.  Lots of slap with an innocent little peck is going to feel anticlimactic, while a tap on the chin with a giant make out moment immediately afterward is going to feel melodramatic.  The two need to be balanced in order for the trope to work.
  • The couple should have at least something in common. “Opposites attract” is often just an excuse for shoddy character development.  In real life, if the two people don’t have at least something in common, value-wise and personality-wise, the romance is pretty much doomed to fail.  As always, however, Your Mileage May Vary.

Finally, even though there are a lot of reasons to hate this trope, there’s a reason we keep coming back to it.  What that reason is exactly, I can’t say, but I know it when I see it.  After all, you really shouldn’t over analyze some things.  Like this video:

I think my work here is done.  What sayest thou?