write a science fiction novel

My goal is be finished by the end of the year with at least an edited draft. My target then is to write 530 words per day or 3700 words per week.

I think this is going to have to wait until I have some short stories published… I need to have the confidence that I can write well enough that people would want to read what I’ve writted before I write a whole novel! Got a nice rejection letter off F&SF a while back!

I decided to dust off this goal. I came across the Snowflake Writing Method which makes a lot of sense (at least to me). So I have started using it to outline my novel.

Title: Worlds Colliding by: The Guardian, written; 3039 A.D
The Guardian was old over 400,000 years since his consciousness was transferred into the almost immortal android body he possessed. He was worried, and though he could travel to any point in time he had never made an influence on a time line but he must now talk with Leif. This would mean that he would have to travel forward through time nearly 250,000 years. This era was risky for him. This time frame was a catalyst in the string Universe he traversed and any changes in this time could mean the collapse of the entire Universe and as risky ‘They’ could find him there. He liked where he was living about 50,000 years before the beginning of the last ice age. Civilization was at its best, intellectually advanced and though they could exceed in technology far beyond the space time continuum they chose not to. This civilization lived peacefully and spiritually. There cities resembled that of ancient Greece, Rome and Egypt keeping the universe together with love…mars was as well colonized in this era and there was daily shuttles and transports passing between the two planets. Though they possessed advanced knowledge such as interstellar space travel, time travel and teleportation their values were not technology based but spiritually based and they were at peace holding the Universe together in a bond of divine Spiritual love. Emissaries were sent at times to different time periods but never to influence of make changes…
They could see far into the future and they saw the collapse that was coming and this collapse would affect all Universes and all time continuums as well as multi dimensions.
Yes, they knew (the priest) but only the guardian could see beyond the collapse
Chapter One: The Leviathan

The sunlight flickered, filtering through the leaves of the tree. The drops of morning dew glistened and shimmered on the leaves in the bright yellow light.

“Bang!” “Bang!” “Bang!” The ax head slammed into the plastic hard head wedge.

“Bang!” Bang!” “Bang!” Again and again!

The plastic hard head wedge was made from nearly all high strength plastic whereas the head of the wedge was made from steel. This made the striking of the wedge with the head of a timber feller’s ax (usually about 5 lbs) more effective.

The tree shook and the dew poured down on them like rain as the young native continued to pound.
“Cut its heart out” He yelled to the young man with the 0084000 Sthil chainsaw.
Beneath the rim of his silver colored metal hard hat sweat beaded on his brow. Wiping his brow with the back of his hand he removed his hat and then gestured to the novice feller.

“Here, give me the saw” He barked, seeming somewhat annoyed with the native.
They were deep in the Amazon rain forest, not a friendly place and he really did not like being here at all, and mostly he did not like the bugs and the spiders. “Those damn spiders” He thought to himself as he grabbed the saw that was being offered to him by the young man.

“If one of those hairy fuckers drops on my back or shoulder again, I really am going to lose it” Leif states to himself.

And there it was no sooner did he think it, and there it was right in front of him hissing front legs gesturing in the air as if to entice or ward off they danced as the spider hissed. He could see venom dripping from its fangs. “Damn it!” Reaching for his 45 cal. Remington Rand but suddenly he stopped; he was now staring at the young native in disbelief, his eyes were as big as saucers and with mouth agape he let out the most pathetic noise as Leif watched the young native in horror.

The native saw something else, he saw lunch and craftily the young man reached out and pinched the hairy spider behind the neck severing its spine and causing instant paralysis and then death to the spider. The young native neatly put the spider away in a medium sized leather pouch he carried on his waist.

The young man a native of Brazil had complete reverence for this American. He looked upon him with him noticing his long flowing locks of blond hair with the morning sunrise rising behind the man and he thought to himself “He is a God!” He did not see him nor hear his squeal when he was collecting his lunch, had he witnessed this cowardice he may not have felt the way he had about the American Timber feller

Cutting the heart out of a tree you are felling is an old timber feller’s trick to get a tree to fall against its lean, or to get the tree to ‘wedge over’ more easily.

Using a ‘plunge cut’ the American expertly cuts the heart out of the giant tree and the tree begins to scream and crack. “whooooosh!” as the tree rushes to Earth falling through the air…
”Crack!” smaller trees break beneath the leviathan.

Chapter Two: The Talisman

Wayward was his soul, far from him, amidst a world of chaos and ruin he would climb the tower…His eyes glazed over as he contemplated the task before him…He was a huskily built man in his late forties, he looked to be one who has fought many battles.
As he gazed East far into the distant horizon he could vaguely make out the serene outlines of the church. One could tell from his posture and demeanor this was not a man who knew defeat…
“So it has finally come to this.” He exclaims to himself.

Why they didn’t listen to him, he could not understand.

“If only they would have listened to me, there wouldn’t be this damn war”

“Me a stupid timber feller, it was just a mindless hobby of mine, I didn’t know that it would really work” he tortures himself.
“Deep down I knew that it was perfect, and that it would work, I had been working on the solutions for years, I wanted the fame…teleportation, damn it!”

“I sure wish I would have thought it through before I published”

They destroyed everything and in the beginning he had helped them.

“Greed” he thought to himself,
The insatiable appetite of mankind that he devourers and lays waste to everything before him.

They cut all of the rainforest after the new discovery for a bio-chip that was the basis for the new quantum based computers…They could only acquire the necessary ingredients for the ‘bio-chips’ from a type of silica that was distilled down from the celluloid structure of anything green and growing.
It took tens of thousands of kilograms to make one of these bio chips used to construct computer systems. Systems which were based upon the application of quantum mechanics, as a result these computers existed in there own independent universe.
This discovery based upon the earliest theories of quantum physics at first allowed mankind to transmit and receive communications spanning vast distances of interstellar space and beyond; mankind was soon to learn that based upon this newly discovered quantum physical reality that he could teleport biological objects as well as non-biological object along the same paths of communication frequencies.

In the beginning it was the quantum transmitter and receiver that led mankind to his first real alien contact some 1000 light years in the distance from Earth. The communications began with simple mathematical equations which soon after analysis were easily translated into moving pictures or video with sound.

The initial contact was breathtaking, and very shocking for the creatures first contacted appeared to be human in every way. This was astonishing! Of course that was some forty years ago and now it was common knowledge that we were but the ancestors of this alien race. The first meeting was like a family reunion. Most astonishingly we shared many common histories; they had the Egyptian language and pyramids. Quickly we understood each other.

After Mars was colonized the need for even simple quantum based transmitters and receivers had reached such a high demand that the slaying of the forests of the world knew no boundaries, mankind’s need was overwhelming for the Earths supply. Now nearly all Earths inhabitants had fled the Earth to Mars the stars and beyond.
Yet he remained. Why? He was but one among many who remained and he was different. He stayed, not because he did not have a choice like the others.
The others had no choice, they were too poor to leave or they were decrepit and diseased. Modern man had no use for these sorts, they were undesirable. As a result they were simply left behind to a barren wasteland some 30 years hence. However there were parts of the Earth which were now being healed by someone. The undesirables found these havens these oasis’s and they flocked to them and they were not without their technology, it wasn’t long before they too had the ability to travel amongst the stars.

Chapter Three: The Abyss

His heart now brought low hearkens to dark whispers of the ancient craft; but he does not use his archaic abilities, even though he could save them he did not. Perhaps this was because of the promise; one could not know what lurked beyond the shadows of those downcast eyes where light flashed, flickered dancing behind steel blue eyes of ice…indeed he was a warrior of the ancient ways…

“Help me!” she screamed.
”Could you please help me?” Gasping, she hung there helplessly above the abyss from a fraying piece of rope…
The craft eased ever so carefully beneath her. It was the new GM ‘open hover class vehicle, first conceived of in the 70’s, (2070’s), forty years since its conception this GM hover class vehicle had seen some remarkable improvements; but it was still a light craft capable of moving only within and between the planets in the solar system.

The craft was called the ‘open’ hover; because it was used mostly as a good weather sight-seeing craft. Yet it was a convertible, in that, when encapsulated, it had all of the capabilities of a full military version; but it was not capable of entering a star gate. It would be crushed by the tidal gravitational forces needed for interstellar travel.
Gently, with the dome open, Leif eased the craft beneath her.

“Let go, jump!” he ordered. He had waited a long time for this moment; when he could save her. She was part of the plan. He had known this for years. He was on the other side of the planet creating another haven, ten minutes earlier. When an alarm clock had suddenly went off in his hover. The clock had been set 6 years earlier.

Chapter Four: Priscilla

Behind long flocks of curly red hair, bright green eyes opened. Priscilla raises her head from the deep meditative trance state. “He acquired the talisman.” She reflects from her meditation…
Her vision is crystal clear up to the point at which she enters the abyss. Beyond this moment her foresight is un-clear, clouded. Bits and pieces of her consciousness did not seem to fit together correctly, in a cohesive cognitive manner.

Full, sensuous ruby red lips open to form the ‘O’ to begin her Om. She re-enters the trance.
She uses the practice of the Om because this works for her. Harmonically with her vocal chords Priscilla matches her Om to theharmonic frequencies that this Universe is vibrating to of F (Frequency)-.0000000215 mega Hertz below ‘C’ (speed of light) or .1-A (wavelength of light) of the sinusoidal wave… by oming to this frequency Priscilla aligns her consciousness to a place which exist beyond space and time thus opening a doorway for her to travel into the future, the past or the current present…most often though her experience is of a prescient state where she sees that past present and future co-exist at the same moment, this made it very difficult for her to discern between these three independent realities.

“Sound is basically vibrations in air and travels in form of sinusoidal waves. Frequency is a measure of how many waves occur in a particular time frame. The unit for measurement of frequency is Hertz (Hz) which means 1 cycle/second. If T defines the time period and F the frequency then:

F= 1/T

Frequency is also measured for electromagnetic waves. The frequency for light waves can be measured by the formula:

F=c / λ

where F= frequency , c= speed of light and λ= wavelength of light

The lowest frequency with which a string can vibrate forming a standing pattern is called the fundamental frequency or the first harmonic. When a frequency is an integer multiple of the fundamental frequency it is a harmonic. The second harmonic and the third harmonic is two times and three times the fundamental frequency respectively. For example if the fundamental frequency is 50 Hz then the second harmonic is 100 Hz and the third harmonic would be 150 Hz.

Theoretically harmonics can go up to infinity as a multiple of fundamental frequency but in reality the harmonic decrease in amplitude with the increasing frequency.”

Six years ago; Leif was viewing the same harmonic frequency on the machine that he had found in one of the chambers beneath the Earth, deep below the surface of the Earth. The machine he was using was designed for neither travel, nor teleportation but; was for viewing purposes only. This machine was over 100,000 years old. However in that they were both traveling on the same wavelength at the same time a vortex was created and for a brief moment their was some convergence…Leif knew what was happening immediately and turned his machine off, but not before it was too late.

When first Leif published his theories in the Scientific Journal he had made it clear that when teleporting no two sequences of teleportation could occupy the same place at the same time, if one were to do so the consequences would be catastrophic.

His published thesis primarily covered communications covering vast distances of interstellar space, and briefly explained the likelihood of perhaps teleporting along the electromagnetic frequency path if enough energy could be harnessed and then released along these sinusoidal wavelengths which existed on the quantum level …Had he known what they in the scientific community would do with his knowledge he would again never have published.
His archeological discoveries came later…

Far from the Amazon where he was slaying the forest, in a remote region in the Mountain range above Peru called the Andes Leif, entered through the Giant stone doorway into the underground labyrinth.

Chapter Five: Castle Comlongon in the Hovels of Scotland

Shining like the white cliffs of Dover the castle walls shimmered in the distance. Leif had traveled long and hard to reach this place of sanction.

All of the men and woman who lived here were scholars of the ancient Greek, Samarian and those endowed with the lost knowledge acquired from the libraries of Constantine and Alexandria. They had assembled here to the towers, spires and walls of Castle Comlongon. To the lush Green Hills and Rocky crags of Scotland they had fled here seeking sanction.
Amidst this congregation there was one who was dark and he was a rival to Leif. His name was Tohachi and he was a sorcerer of the ancient ways. He did not like Leif at all. He had met Leif a long, long time ago. Leif did not remember Tohachi.

Chapter Six: Tohachi

Deep turquoise blue eyes surrounded by dark olive skin; this man was of true Gypsy descent.
Introduction
The Kretatus Tertiary boundary K.T Event Yucatan peninsula 60 million years ago…it was the height of a civilization which many have refereed to as that of Atlantis, however this was not Atlantis but a civilization far older. There was an Atlantis but this civilization came far later.

I’ve had this idea for a novel since I was 12 years old. It’s been 9 years and I think it’s about time that I start putting forth a little effort and writing something. I’m just so afraid because every time I sit down and start typing, the thing just gets bigger and bigger.

Still, 9 years has been too long to roll some idea around in my head. Well, 2008 it’s time to start going.

I joined the Critters writing group for Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror writers. This is an impressive group with many members being published.

Perhaps those old memories from high school English are coming back to haunt me. Before writing a word, I have created a rough outline of a story. I also joined the Critters writing workshop at Critters.Org. Time to get to work!

I would love to write a science fiction novel, I would really like to collaborate with another author and feed off of each others synergy. Any Takers?

It would probably have some Sci-Fi twist on the great flood myths – mans struggle to rebuild civilisation, his reaching for the stars and the discovery of life ‘out there’.

Joram Contendo was small and skinny for a freshman at Atraville College, and that was proving to be rather tough for him. This was true the day when he sat in a room full of others wanting to enter the Pravus, Dr. Trevor Reproba’s student group, the professor who was world famous for developing a powerful new source of energy. At some colleges it was football, at others perhaps basketball, or academics, or even the parties. But with Dr. Reproba appearing in the news all around the world, everyone at Atraville wanted to be part of the Pravus.
“We don’t take micros in the Pravus,” said Briel Gimei, an upper classman who looked something like a rude cross between a monkey and an ape.
“Go easy Briel,” said Todd Vals, smiling. Todd always smiled, Joram had noticed, even while he was stabbing someone in the back. “I’m sure the micro proton can fight, can’t you? He’ll prove himself. If he doesn’t, well-”
“You’ll do what?” Nick Soek stood in Todd’s face. Brawny and big, Nick had been Joram’s best friend since grade school, and had always stood up for him. But he didn’t want him to do that anymore.
“No,” Joram croaked so quietly that nobody heard him.
“The big muon wants a fight, does he?” Briel spat, taking up the other side of Nick so that he was surrounded by both of them.
“No!” said Joram louder. He stood and slid between Nick and Briel. “I’ll take care of this myself.”
“The micron speaks,” Briel sniggered.
“Joe, out of my way,” Nick pleaded. “I’ve got you covered.”
“NO!” Joram said louder still. “I want to do this.”
“This calls for a dual,” Todd said diplomatically. “I say tomorrow night in the clearing. It will be Briel and Joram.”
“Agreed,” said Joram, thinking that his life had been spared for at least another day.
Biel laughed openly, “If the skinny little micron’s going to fight me, I’m there-”
Dr. Reproba swept into the room so packed with students that he had to hold his black case above his head to squeeze through, with sleeked black hair and piercing, reddish eyes, wearing a dark blue suit accentuated by a light blue speckled tie. When he turned and addressed the crowd, his confidence blew hard across them, causing those in front to back into those behind them.
“This is quite a turnout,” he began with a steel voice and a hardened face. “That’s good, because we have a lot of work to do.”
“Stop shoving me!” said someone near Joram.
“I can’t see!”
“You’re squeezing me!” complained a girl across the room.
The meeting lasted for a couple of hours, and it was well past dark when the meeting broke.
“You haven’t fought before, said Nick as they walked back to their dorm room. “You sure you don’t want my help?”
“No, I want to do it.” Joram was emphatic.
“Alright,” said Nick, turning the other way to hide a seriously worried look. “But what will happen if you lose?”

To read more, please visit www.atraville.com.