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What is this?

Very quick post here.

A few days ago my family and I went to “Swiss Science Center Technorama” (kids always love it!). There are thousands of experiments to do and observe.

Among other things, I found – this.

Earth magnetic field

Who knows what this is?

Those of you who read “The Senthien” will probably recognise it and know right away why was this interesting for me 😉

Unrelated to this post, I changed somewhat “The Senthien” book cover. In my pol, I had many who voted for that cover. My preference was the old one (just a tree), but perhaps this one might draw more attention from the potential readers, who knows?

The cool thing about being a self-published author is that I can do that 🙂 I can simply change things, and that‘s awesome!

Have a great weekend, everyone!

 

 

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The Senthien

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“A mysterious Vision.

An astounding new world.

And a life she never could have imagined.

Five thousand years in the future, the Earth is dead. A galactic network of terraformed planets, connected by teleportation portals, is populated by the genetically improved Descendants. The original Humans, labeled dangerous and barbaric, are kept under constant surveillance.

In this seemingly peaceful society, Dora Dana Dasnan, a gifted Visionaire, serves the leading race of Descendants by reporting her Visions of the future. But when one of her Visions predicts the unthinkable — contact with a Human man — Dora’s carefully ordered life begins to unravel as she desperately tries to hide her thoughts from her masters. Continue reading “The Senthien”

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Dante‘s 9

I wrote “Dante’s 9” end of 2012 after the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting. I was shocked and devastated. I can’t imagine being one of those parents. Getting a call, hearing that there was a mass shooting in the school, finding out that your child was among the twenty that this man killed.

How should one continue living after that?

The worst thing is that one does. One continues living, knowing that their child is dead, and they will never ever be able see her or him again. No parent should have to experience that.

I was so shocked, so sad, so angry when the news broke. And I wrote this story in the grip of my anger and sadness. When I was finished, I read through the story again, but then realized that what those parents needed, what they wanted (what I would need if I was in their place) was simply their child back. I wouldn’t care about the soul of the perpetrator or what happens to him in Hell. I would just want my child back.

There is no eye-for-an-eye in such a devastating event. This is simply bottom-of-the-ocean deep, burning, everlasting sorrow that no one can ever erase.

I know this doesn’t even scratch the surface of it, but this story is dedicated to the parents of Sandy Hook massacre and all other parents who lost their child due to the terrible tragedy.

 

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Stephen, you rock!

I’m reading “On writing” by Stephen King.

I love it, as most of his fans or aspiring writers would/do.

Two reasons:

First of all, this is the first book of his where I can actually “hear” him, Stephen King himself. Not Carrie White or Stu Redman. But Stephen King. And it was very nice to “get to know” him like that. And funnily enough, he reminds me of Dan Simmons’ Martin Silenius, a satirical character in the epic “Hyperion”. Continue reading “Stephen, you rock!”

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Meat on the bone

I’m re-writing Book #1 right now. A few of my beta readers told me the meat on the bone is missing. So, I’m adding the muscle right now, doing some “body pump”, some “jogging”, “swimming”… Hopefully the body will be in good shape once the second draft is finished. In any case, in one of these new muscle-building chapters, my main character encounters a person who she already met at the beginning of the book (that part I wrote new as well). As they approached each other, Continue reading “Meat on the bone”

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Escapism

A few days ago I met two good friends of mine. We exchanged our news over a minimalistic, but dirt-expensive dinner, and sooner or later we came to my new writing career. While talking about books and my writing efforts, one of my friends tells me that she knows she won’t like my books. Continue reading “Escapism”