Nethermore

I just finished reading an article about time and where it goes when it’s wasted. Dr. Jeff Daya of the Coworldal (who comes up with these names?) Development Lab at MIT has discovered that there are tiny holes in the fabric of time, much like there are tiny holes in cheesecloth. (In fact, the pictures in the article, which you can find here, look a lot like photos of cheesecloth holes under a microscope.)

Dr. Daya has theorized that when time is wasted, it’s actually sucked through these holes in a process called Time Leak. Time is accumulating at such a rapid pace in a parallel universe to our own that it’s entirely normal for people who live there to have too much time on their hands. I suppose once they’ve wasted some time that they find there’s always more time to waste.

Dr. Daya’s next project is a vacuum that sucks time back into our world. Somehow I don’t think this will work because I’ve always thought that vacuuming was a waste of time.

“Wasting Your Life and Time” is the name of the article and can be found in this month’s issue of Nature.

We have something Mexico wants: jobs. Mexico has something we want: Cancun. Trouble is brewing! I don’t think Iran or Korea has anything to worry about as long as we have to keep paying such ridiculous prices for vacationing. Write your Congressman, your Senator, the President and let them know! We want Cancun and will take it by force if we have to.

There is a saner solution to this political entanglement. We could trade immigration slots for parcels of vacation land. This will avoid the bloodshed and will both regulate immigration into the United States, giving immigrants the prize of legality. And it will also give us what we want: tropical paradise. I see no clearer solution to this problem.

In all seriousness, if we don’t give the power to someone to control immigration, then the immigrants will take the power for themselves and there will be no regulation.

If you’ve come to America legally and are willing to follow our laws (which sadly, not all Americans do anyway), you are welcome here.

Those who demand the rights of citizenship without the responsibilities of citizenship should set down the flags of their countries or return to their own countries, where they can wave their flags proudly.

From the point of view of an immigrant, it’s hard for me to blame them. I would probably feel the same need to go to the streets and demand rights. It’s a hard balance we have to achieve. Hopefully a solution will be reached that will achieve long-term good and disrupt as few lives as possible, no matter which flag they claim as their own.

But here on the soil of the United States, it’s our flag we wave.

Here I am at the first post of my blog, chronicling the day-to-day struggling of a video game animator as he tries to break free from the corporate world and forge into the world of full-time writing.

A bit of history to begin with. My first piece of writing was a report about Tyrannosaurus Rex. The report was written on lined paper that has that dotted line going down the middle so you know where to put the lower-case letters. You know the stuff. I was six years old. Almost every word was spelled wrong in the four sentences of that report . . . all the words except the names of the dinosaurs. Somehow, I had gotten those right.

I started writing seriously at the age of fourteen or fifteen. By the time I was nineteen I had about fifty rejections of short stories and poems. Some of them were personal rejections. Most of them were not. I remained unphased. Before my nineteenth birthday, I co-wrote my first novel, Tribute to the King, of which 104 thousand words were mine. By this time I had probably written a dozen short stories and begun two or three novels.

Then came college, and I was brainwashed into believing that writing was not a valid career. So I did Pre-Dental, but somehow wound up in the arts. I graduated with a degree in Industrial Design and work at a video game company as an animator. My first big release can be seen here.

Now I look back at the wasted years—wasted in the sense that I wasn’t moving toward my ultimate goal—and it’s time for me to kick into gear. I realized that I’ve been working on the ideas for my latest novel Nethermore for over six years now.

I’ve got a problem. I don’t start novels, therefore I don’t finish them. I’ve been binging on world creation for far too long. It’s time to do some serious purging—right onto the paper. I’ll call it Novelvomit. And that’s what I’m going to be doing between now and July of this year.

There. It’s out. Do or die Nethermore will be done by the end of July. You can check back here to see my progress. Soon I’ll have a little bar at the top of the page showing how close I am to meeting this goal.

In the meantime, this blog will be about working on the book, about random thoughts that I have, or cool websites that I find.