Thursday, January 25, 2018

I Had a Dream

I did. Once upon a time I had a dream. I so wanted to inherit the ranch and run a riding academy for city kids. Long story short, my brother got the ranch and I joined the army.

I still think about that dream though, even though there is no chance it will ever happen now. So recently that dream found it's way onto my computer screen, and currently that document is over 200 pages long.

There were a few changes though. I took your average family - loving parents, two boys, and a girl in that order (not like my family). The parents were totally involved in the horsing world, and their primary income came from boarding horses. They also bred horses, and offered a couple stallions for stud services. They made a pretty good living that way.

Suddenly, when the girl turned 15, a horrible accident happened which took both parents away. Since the oldest brother was old enough, he inherited the business and the property, as well as raising his sister. He, however, had no interest in the business, and so it slipped away, leaving empty barns. The sister, who was like her parents, very passionate about horses, couldn't spot the changes through her depression. It wasn't until talk of selling off property crossed the table two years later that she woke up.

In looking around, she realized how the place of her dreams had slipped into a run-down dump with only three customers keeping their horses there. The office was a den of dust and spiderwebs. After these eye-opening discoveries, she discovered that her brothers had been selling off things for a while now; all her mother's treasured paintings were all gone. Gone to buy drugs, she discovered. Thus begins her journey of being totally pissed at her brothers. But thus also begins her journey to emancipation and power of attorney.

In her efforts to figure out what she could do about the business, she went to talk to her parents' banker. It was there that she learned about her second brother's many stints in detox. After her meeting there, she went to the police station to learn more. It had all been a carefully hidden secret until now.

Due to a fortuitous chain of events, the family lawyer also became involved and she got her wish. Of course, her brothers being arrested for possession, and possibly selling, kind of sealed the deal for her.

Now you might think this would be the end of the story, but it wasn't. Her brothers' involvement with drugs meant they were involved with dealers, and dealers don't like being ripped off. So with her brothers off to serve a stint in jail, said dealers came after her. They wanted their money. Herein is the guts of the story.

At the moment, they are just learning who has put out a contract on her head, and the current price is well more than the initial missing funds, mostly because of the fact that it was discovered that she happened to be a natural crack shot with her mom's 357 pistol.

I'm having fun with this story. My little girl is kicking some serious ass and she has acquired quite a reputation in darker circles. This is where I am now. What will happen later, only time will tell. If you have a suggestion for a cover, I'm all ears. I might have to go with a painting for this one though. Your thoughts?


Thursday, May 11, 2017

Believable Non-human Character

I've given a lot of thought about how a centaur could exist. I mean, I've thought of it ever since I was a kid. I once saw this kit where you could see through the skin and see how all the bones and organs fit together. I'm pretty sure it was something that needed to be put together maybe something like a puzzle. I never got a chance to actually look at it. I never got to handle the box even. But then, not long after that, I saw one of a horse. I so wanted to get both of them and see if I could build a centaur out of the pieces. But then I've never seen them again, and I know I wouldn't be able to mold the pieces well enough for my idea to work.

So that left me with my imagination and what little I know of the anatomy of both creatures. Of course the biggest issue is things like a heart and the intestines, because if you just shove them together, you get two. Here is how I put them together in my head and subsequently in my book, Druid Derrick.

Heart, digestion, and reproduction is all in the horse part where they belong, albeit with a few alterations which I'll get into later. Up in the human half is all the throaty stuff normally found in the neck of a horse, though sized and adjusted just a little differently too, what with the more upright posture.

So how does the chest and arms work in all this, you ask? Quite simply, really. We all know that the bone structure is there to support muscle, and there is an entire chest and back structure necessary to support arms, even the ribs are important in this, SO they are there. Upper body ribs in a centaur are less important for protecting vital organs so there aren't so many of them and they are wider to support more muscle as well as the bone structure of the shoulders. Shoot a centaur in the human-half heart and you'd be lucky to get past a rib let alone hit an artery, which is there.

That accounts for most of what one might see, but there are other differences smaller and more subtle.
  • The hand:
We know from archeological digs that the horse evolved from a small critter that actually started out with five toes. What might count as your little finger and your thumb never touched the ground, and through evolution, they quickly became vestiges. Of the three remaining toes, the two outer toes withdrew up into the ankle leaving only the center toe we see today. If you feel around in that area, you can still feel something of a narrow palm-like structure, like if you were to squeeze your thumb and little finger together.

Since I didn't know about the five finger thing with early horses, I went with a four finger structure, giving my centaurs an opposable thumb, but it's not like ours. For us, if someone were to tell you to hold up your primary finger, you'd probably hold up your first finger since it is the most versatile finger on your hand. If you were to ask my centaur to do this, he or she would hold up their middle finger. It is the heaviest and strongest of the three, and their thumb is directly opposite that finger. For us it would be like it was growing out of the middle of your wrist, and no, they cannot set their hand flat on the ground.
  • Eating:
The digestion of a horse is something like that of a human, only they have a much larger gut. To my thinking, since centaurs are hunters, their diet would be much like ours, getting little useful sustenance from grass. Following that logic, their gut would be trimmer around the belly. Now if you were to stand a grain-fed horse next to a grass-fed horse, the grass-fed horse might look pregnant by comparison. I took that comparison one step farther toward the skinny end and gave them a noticeably thin waist and possibly a tighter appearing rib-cage. I figure this structure would also lend to agility if fighting in close quarters. Also this trimness gets a little thick around the middle with childbearing and age. I mean, we all get kinda thick around the middle as we get older.
  • Face:
Faces are interesting, and centaur faces are a study in blending. They need to have a humanoid face, but I let them be a little heavier than your average man. Since they are hunters, their eyes are in front, but they are still very horsey in appearance - not human eyes - no whites to speak of, and not inset like ours.

Their noses and mouths are very horse in nature, being more molded into their face than ours, and being more closely molded into their lips, which are also very horsey - You wouldn't put lipstick on these lips no matter what. However the mouth is flexible and articulate like ours making speech possible, they just look horsey.

Their hair is also very horsey, as is their ears. They have a mane which gives them the horsey forelocks and it trails clear down their human-half spine until it reaches their horse-half withers.
  • Size:
I took an image of an average man standing next to an average horse and the man's shoulder was about even with the horse's withers - that's the top of the spine at the shoulder. I figured a centaur would be roughly the same as a man sitting on said horse, so if your average man was to approach one of my centaurs, his head might be about even with the centaur's elbow.
  • Coloring:
For this, I'm using every kind of horse color I can think of. There are dominate kinds of coloring per herd, but centaur clans also tend to mix as young males are known to travel to other clans in search for a mate. Not always, but it happens frequently enough to keep the colors mixing. And since they are covered entirely in horse hair just like any horse, the coloring can extend even onto the face, and it's not always symmetrical.
  • Society:
I had a lot of fun with centaur society. There is a ritual with the changing of leadership, and there is a very elaborate affair surrounding a marriage, but I don't think I'll go into it with this post. Suffice it to say, since I have a marriage, I need to have a divorce something too.


Monday, May 1, 2017


We just finished listening to this. I only just ordered the last two books and so I've never known the ending.

Christopher Paolini was only fifteen when he first wrote the whole thing, never thinking of publishing. He spent another year revising it and then handed it over to his parents to read. It was they who decided it was good enough to go after publication. 

Can you imagine, sixteen years old, and your parents think you've produced something worthy of publications, or at least trying. Add to that, someone else reading it and agreeing AND promoting it to THEIR publisher, who ALSO agrees. WOW!!!! If only I had that kind of encouragement way back when - heck even like 1% of that kind of encouragement. 

The sad thing about that whole story - Christopher Paolini has not published anything else at all. Or if he has, it's under some pen name and not at all connected with this series or this author page on Amazon. It's in all the different formats and in several different languages, some of which the letters aren't even recognizable, meaning it's in like Japanese or some such - I can't tell. All that effort put into this one series, and yet there is nothing new. It's a great story, but really, it's kinda sad that there's only the one.

And to add insult to injury - the movie. 

Do I need to say anything about that? It's as if Stephan Fangmeier raped the first book and stole the title. Because of what he did to the storyline, there was no way the rest of the books could have ever been filmed. Don't get me wrong; the movie Eragon was a fine movie, but only if you never ever read the book(s). 

But really, I'm getting totally away for the reason for writing this post. My husband is not a reader; he had trouble comprehending sentences - my youngest son is the same way. But he does enjoy audio books so I have a few. I got a kick out of him yelling at the book, telling the main, Eragon, what he should or shouldn't do. Twice I reminded him that the writer was a fifteen-year-old kid who never went to public school, telling a story about a sixteen year old kid who grew up in an isolated village in the mountains. The funniest part was the ending. As foretold in book one, Eragon would sail away and never return to his home country. And there were tidbits of foreshadowing here and there along the way. But at the very end, he does leave. 

My husband riled at that for hours. Eragon might be seventeen years at that point, and throughout the entire series, he was hard in love with an elf princess who, though she liked him, she saw him as a child - NOTHING in common. She did her best to divert him too, but he just couldn't help himself. And then he sail off, knowing he'll never see her again. My husband's issue? The poor kid never got laid. He's going off to raise a bunch of dragon hatchlings with a few elf guys for company and help, and the poor kid is still a virgin. Plus, since he's heading off across the ocean, there isn't even any guarantee that he'll reach his destination. So - virgin + whale turds. He even made me go search today just to make sure there wasn't another book out there somewhere. I wish I could send Christopher a message. 

Thought you might enjoy this as much as I did. Oh, and give the book a listen. You won't regret it.
Gerard Doyle is a fantastic narrator. My husband wants him to do my books. Now if I could find a way to contact him.