Are we becoming a race of trans-humans and cyborgs? by Vijaya Schartz

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The future is here. Many of us already have surgical implants, heart valves, pace-makers, artificial knees, bionic legs, hands and arms controlled by the mind. Some have artificial lenses in their eyes, cochlear implants to allow the deaf to hear. 

Science can now regrow in a lab new body parts or make them from biological material with 3D printers.

Babies can be born with the DNA of three parents. Animals have been cloned. Human cloning is illegal, but how long will it take for some governments to secretly grow their own human clones?

In China, tests have proven successful in creating improved babies by replacing DNA strands with stronger ones, or different ones. Soon, parents will be able to have designer babies, choosing the hair and eye color, the physical strength, the intelligence, the immunity to known diseases. 

Nanotechnology (tiny microscopic machines introduced in the blood stream) will allow us to repair or rectify any malfunction in the human body, cure any disease. Some day humans will be quasi-immortals... and part robots. Linking the brain to computers will increase the capacity of the human brain.

The next step will be to produce super-intelligent human beings, super-soldiers, special individuals adapted to live in  specific environments, like space, or on different planets.

These changes are happening quickly and soon, we'll have to deal with the problems of the future. We'll need new laws, new guidelines, to accommodate the progress of science. That's what makes science fiction fascinating.

And if you like reading futuristic fiction, you may want to try my latest series, Azura Chronicles, set on a tropical planet inhabited by angelic beings. amazon  -  B&N  -  Smashwords  -  Kobo

  

There is a planet out in the universe, emitting a strange turquoise glow. A long time ago Azura refused to join the Trade Alliance. The Alliance sent their military fleet to destroy the Azurans, but their powerful supernatural abilities spread fear even among the fiercest Devil Dogs. Since then, records have been erased. Rumors and legends all but died. Azura is strictly forbidden, and the daring few who ventured beyond the warning space beacons were never seen again...

Vijaya Schartz, author
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How much detail is enough? Tricia McGill.

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When I am writing a historical or time-travel it always causes a bit of a holdup while I work out just how much of the day to day details to put it. Of course, it’s imperative to show just what life was really like in the early days of say, settlement in Australia, and I always feel that the biggest load was put on the females. Imagine life in the bush without all the personal aids us females need. Then there is cleanliness to worry about. It’s all very well letting our characters take a dip in the nearest river or creek, but just supposing it is freezing cold, or you have nothing to dry yourself on but a piece of rag, or worse yet, there are crocodiles, snakes or worse to worry about. Even when they reach a town there will not be any of the amenities we take for granted. No nice warm baths, showers or inside toilets. Melbourne did not have a sewage system installed until around the late 1890s.

By 1838, Melbourne was composed of 3 churches, 13 hotels, 28 places of business, 64 homes, making a total of 108 structures. On August 12th 1842 Melbourne became a ‘Town’ by order of the Governor and Legislative Council of New South Wales. Is it any wonder that in 1850 the river became so polluted a typhoid fever outbreak killed many people.

After gold was discovered in the Melbourne surrounds, it became one of the richest cities in the world. The population in the 1880s was around half a million, yet they gained the reputation of being called Smellbourne, due to the fact that all waste was still being emptied into open drains along the streets. These drain channels then flowed into the Yarra River, and therefore ended up in the sea. That included all kitchen and laundry wastewater, the contents of chamber pots, not to mention the run off from farms and subsequent industries. 

I have to imagine myself in the period I am writing about. Currently my characters are in the early 1840s of Australia. They have travelled the 600 miles overland from Sydney to Melbourne (Port Phillip as it was first called) on what could only roughly be termed a road. At that time it took around a month, so I guess wasn’t much different to the travellers of America who headed west on the wagon trains. I loved those old Western movies in my youth but never once considered the inconveniences they had to endure.

In our travelling days, we would be away from home for at least four months a year and after trying camping out in a tent once I insisted I would never go anywhere again unless it was with a camper trailer or motor home. All that we needed was stashed away in the van and I would always insist on staying at a camp park where we could connect up to water and power. Sleeping rough was not for me, thank you.

So that brings me back to how much detail to insert in my stories, never forgetting that I am basically a romance writer and not a historian who must stick rigidly to fact. I am not the outdoorsy type but did a lot of horse riding in my younger days, yet could not imagine being in the saddle for 600 miles over a month. The road in 1840 was not so bad for a while, once they left Sydney, and there were even a few bridges across some rivers.  There were a few inns to be found in the sparse newly settled towns along the way, but after the first 178 miles the hostelries became scarcer and then the travellers had to sleep rough. There was always the danger of attack by bushrangers, whose gangs often consisted of escaped or ex-convicts.

When researching for my stories it never ceases to amaze me how far we have come in a short space of time. I often feel that some things have not changed for the better—all the traffic clogging our highways and roads for one thing could be improved on. In the suburb where I live there is so much building going on—which is great—but the roads are not keeping pace with the traffic, causing congestion—one thing the early travellers did not need to worry about. Some folk have to spend a few hours each day in their cars, probably an hour or more waiting for the traffic to move. There is a supermarket on almost every corner, making it hard to envision going weeks on the road without a handy store to stock up. And that brings me back to the niceties of life—and the lack of them in the old days. Is it any wonder the settlers were made of tough stuff—especially those women who followed their menfolk over treacherous tracks to build a life for themselves and their children. I salute them.

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Survival kits. Turns out that’s a thing. So, if civilized society is gone and you are on your own, what do you do?

I live in Toronto. A city of 6-7 million people. Does one require a survival guide? Would one find it has expired before you got out of town in the horrendous traffic? Does one need something from a survival guide if they continue to write in third person?

The first thing required is water. OK. It water supply is tainted. I simply walk across the street and there sits Lake Ontario. There must be dozens of gallons of water in it. Problem solved. Or is it. Turns out the sun is glistening off the film of diesel fuel on the surface of the water. No sweat. Take a jug of it home and pour it through a coffee filter. Remember to save some of the filters for coffee. Because, well, coffee is the centre of the universal.

Wait! We actually do need food, after all. The food court is closed so fast food is out of the question. Thus we will no longer have access to those nutritious morsels. Darn. I suggest you grab that fishing equipment and head down to the lake again. Sure, you could fish. What a chore that is. First you would have to invent bait. Remember, the sporting good stores are closed. Here’s the answer. Grab that net, go to the lake and turn around. There will be dozens of pigeons pleading for food. I expect the irony will be lost on them when you invite them for supper.

Of course, there is the risk of injury. Thus medical supplies are required. Should you cut yourself, don’t panic. Just recall the last movie you saw with a gunfight. Follow the steps they took very carefully. First wince and groan at the site and pain of the injury. Secondly, rip a piece of cloth from your filthy shirt. I expect it rips as easy as it does on the silver screen. Pour some liquor on the wound. Take a good long drink. Be sure to spill some on yourself. Tie the piece of clothing securely in place. Don’t worry about all the blood seeping through. It’s cleansing the wound and is also an awesome special effect. Finally, relax. I have it on good authority that every one of those actors survived to make more movies.

If You Enjoy a Good Laugh by Victoria Chatham



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Like all writers, I have to make time to read books, too. I have fairly eclectic tastes from fiction to fact and back again. My own preferred genre is Regency romance, but I enjoy thrillers, cozy mysteries, and now Stuart R. West’s Zach and Zora mysteries. I’ve read several of his books, but Zach and Zora had me laughing out loud. I get that humour is subjective and what amuses me may leave you cold, but I found Bad Day in a Banana Hammock a clever read.

On the face of it, Zach is a self-absorbed dim-wit. Not the most likely character to arouse my interest, but when he wakes up practically naked in bed beside a dead guy, I want to know more. Zach’s almost sure he didn’t commit the murder, but he has no recollection of the previous night. The fact that he’s is a male dancer (please do not refer to him as a male stripper) and is still wearing his ‘uniform’ adds to the mystery.

The one person Zach knows will help him is his long-suffering sister, Zora. With three kids and another on the way, the last thing she wants is to be involved with Zach’s problems. But he’s her baby brother, and she’s a Private Investigator, so what can she do but help him? This excerpt pulls it all together for me as it shows the relationship between the siblings and her way of handling her kids. If you enjoy this book, check out Murder by Massage and Nightmare of Nannies. You won’t be disappointed.

*****

With a diaper bag strapped over her shoulder, Zora hustled Nikki and Justin out the front door. “Come on, kids. We’re going on an adventure.”

“Adventure,” parroted Justin.

Nikki, already the sullen teen before her time, whined, “Mom, what’re we doing? I’m busy!” “Girl, I don’t wanna hear about busy. Just get in the back seat. Enjoy the sunshine. Remember what that is?”

“So stupid!”

“Zach,” she yelled up the stairs, “Samantha’s already in her seat by the door. Grab her on the way out.” A task surely even he couldn’t mess up. Then again, when it came to her brother, all bets were off.

Justin struggled with his seat, always a battle. No wonder her swear jar had evolved into a bucket. “Just stay still…almost….there.” Clack.

“Mom, really, what’re we doing? Why was Uncle Zach naked?”

“He wasn’t naked, Nikki. Just under-dressed.”

“Is he in trouble again?”

“No.” Yes. “We’re just gonna try and help him with some stuff.” Zora pressed down on the pedal, revving the engine. Hoping to speed her brother along, never the quickest guy to get things done. She checked her phone, fully charged and 10:30 a.m. Plenty of time to clear her brother of murder, get back and have dinner on the table for Phillip by six.

Despite the situation, Zora laughed when her brother stumbled out of the house. He had Samantha’s carrier seat in one hand and kept his pants cinched up with the other. A belt lapped off the end-loop, a wagging brown tail. The suit looked like a relic from the ‘80’s, entirely too large and probably never in style.

As Zach rolled open the back door of the mini-van, he sighed. “I know, right? I look ridiculous. Doesn’t Phillip own any regular clothes? Jeans, a polo, anything?”

“Hey, stylin’ guy, shut up and get in. It’s better than you waving your…golden sack around town.”

“Golden sack, golden sack, Uncle Zach has a golden sack!” Justin joined his sister in song. “Golden sack, gold—”

“Kids, enough! I don’t wanna hear that again about your uncle!”

“But, Mom, you said it first!”

“Again. Not a democracy.” She turned in her seat, double-checking Zach’s strapping in of Samantha. Unbelievably, a grin threatened to eat his face off. Clearly proud of the song his niece and nephew had concocted in his golden sack’s honor. No shame. “Get in, Zach.”

West, Stuart R.. Bad Day in a Banana Hammock (A Zack and Zora Mystery Book 1) Books We Love Ltd. Kindle Edition.

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When Writers “Get Social”

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When Writers “Get Social”

Steve Cliffe, a great friend and fellow writer, had never attend a writer’s festival and confessed he didn't think much of the idea. “So, what, we just get together over a coffee and read each other’s books or something?” “Oh, it’s way more than that,” I answered, and so I dragged him off to the Creative Ink Writers’ Festival to show him what he was missing.  He soon learned the benefit that a festival or conference can bring. It’s mainly hearing other, usually well-established writers, talk. Not only about how they got there, but how they write, ideas on building stronger characters, how they promote themselves, and anything else they feel can assist you. There are many novelists that speak so you also learn certain aspects of writing pertaining to many different genres. Usually there is a question and answer session, and more than once a question has been asked and an answer given that made me say to myself, "wow never thought of that."

Most writers are an introverted lot that sit in a darkened room and pound out their muse’s inspiration. So being in a crowd might seem like a daunting task, but when the crowd has a mutual interest, it becomes a whole different matter. There are panels from experienced lawyers talking legal issues, police talking about how they operate, ballistics experts explaining usage and handling of the weapon and also the effect firing the gun has on a bullet, and paramedics passing on their expertise. It helps us immensely, even if it’s only because it makes us realize how little we know and how much research we need to do. Nothing is worse than publishing a novel and have someone email you. "I'm a “blah blah” and there is no way what you did in that scene would be allowed or would work."

One of my biggest learnings was during the Elevator Pitch Panel. For those wondering what an elevator pitch is, well, it’s just that. You are on an elevator and before you reach the very next floor you have about two sentences to pitch your book to the lone agent standing beside you. Here's what I came up with for my new novel, The Joining:

Slam Ghostbusters into a large cooking pot, use a classy hotel as the base, toss in a female Mickey Spillane and Edgar Cayce, stir in a herbal mix of the mob, add a pinch of abduction, season generously with ghosts and serve garnished with a sprig of TinkerBell.

Most of all, I left inspired to pound away at the keyboards again.

On top of all of that there were panels on ways to promote yourself, because most publishing houses these days don't have budgets to do that for you. One of the biggest things I learned is that being a published author is indeed a full-time job, as a podcast Steve and I put together shows. We will both publish and share this on our sites. So, enjoy. And if you really enjoy it, subscribe to his YouTube channel. His style of wit and humor is very addictive!

Steve Cliffe’s YouTube Channel "Inkspot"

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See you next month!

And if anyone wants to listen to my Authors show Podcast it is being rebrodcast this week.

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Sincerely

Frank Talaber

Email: twosoulmates@shaw.ca

Writer by soul. Words born within.

Karma, the seed. Paper, the medium. 

Pen, the muse. Novels, the fire.

Frank Talaber’s Writing Style? He usually responds with: Mix Dan Millman (Way of The Peaceful Warrior) with Charles De Lint (Moonheart) and throw in a mad scattering of Tom Robbins (Even Cowgirls Get The Blues).

PS: He’s better looking than Stephen King (Carrie, The Stand, It, The Shining) and his romantic stuff will have you gasping quicker than Robert James Waller (Bridges Of Madison County).

Or as is often said: You don’t have to be mad to be a writer, but it sure helps.

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WALKING WITH THE ANGELS – DURHAM CATHEDRAL - June Gadsby

Celebrate Spring!

Dangerous Sanctuary by J. Q. Rose
Cozy Mystery

Pastor Christine Hobbs never imagined she would be caring for a flock 

that includes a pig, a kangaroo, and a murderer.

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Celebrate Spring by J.Q. Rose

Has spring arrived in your corner of the world? At this writing, we're having the usual cool days in Michigan with gray skies and rain. But, that's expected because you know the old adage, April showers bring May flowers.

That reminds me of what my school teacher mother would recite every spring with a twinkle in her eye--

" Spring has sprung,

The grass has 'riz.'

I wonder where the flowers 'iz'."

I thought we'd celebrate spring today with quotes that will lift your spirits if spring is still struggling to show up or add delight if you are experiencing a lovely spring day.

The first day of spring.

The true harbinger of spring.

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Springtime is gardening time.

Assured that spring comes after the winter--Rachel Carson

"One more time!"

Spring has that feeling of a fresh start unlike any of the other seasons. New birth, new beginnings. My wish for you is to have a fresh start this season and success with your new projects.

To all those who celebrate these important spring days:

Have a joyous Passover!

Have a Happy, Blessed Easter!

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