Read CHAPTER ONE
Well, thought Barton. This looks… interesting.
“Hey, so, is this the right…” He stood in the doorway to the meeting room, and four sets of very serious eyes turned to regard him. “Uh.”
“Yes, Mister Barton,” said the blond captain behind the podium. “You’re in the right place. Please, take a seat, and we can begin the briefing.”
I’m writing a Star Trek freeform for the ever excellent Phenomenon roleplaying convention held in Canberra every June long weekend. It’s fun. You should try it.
You can read the blurb for this game on the Pheno site, but being as this is a large, 30-player freeform, it’s always handy to publish a character list so that players can pre-book characters, especially of those players want to know what kind of costume they should aim for.
So here we are – the characters on offer for Justice & Loss.
Watching the sun set in the south of Poland is a beautiful experience. In winter – it’s winter now, as I write – it’s even more lovely. Stark trees, not a hint of green, bereft of the leaves that normally blanket them, and the horizon… It’s something very special. The sun drops, then lingers, teasing; clouds draw over, and bars of orange light, like fire, leap across the landscape. In the west, it’s all empty trees, skeletal and stark, the shape of things, naked, drawn in bold lines by that dying light.
Turn around, and all the world glows orange, lit by that slim bar of fire. It’s… I’ve seen few things like it.
But when you see that rare, natural beauty spread across the grounds of Auschwitz-Birkenau…
In nearly every open space in the city of Katowice, there are trees.
In the swards between roads… Trees. The verge of footpaths… Trees. All around the city, it’s like Katowice is slowly eating away at a vast, darkling wood. Or, possibly, it’s the other way around – the wood is constantly seeking to take back space that was once its domain.
Because I am giant glutton for punishment, not only am I endeavouring to write a Star Trek novel, but I’m also writing a Star Trek freeform for an upcoming roleplaying convention.
Because, in the words of Kinky Friedman… “You’ve got to find what you love and let it kill you.”
(also, one day soon, I will likely get a that as a tattoo, because that’s a mission statement I can get behind)
Like many people who write for a living, I’ve always wanted to write a novel. It’s practically a fucking cliche, but there it is.
And that’s what this is, though I’m kinda really not aiming that high. I figure, write what you know, right? Write what you enjoy. Write something a little bit personal – though that may not be immediately apparent, but it will be.
So, yeah. I’m writing a Star Trek story.
I write a lot. I write for a living, so that’s a lot of my day spent in front of the word-mill; I write games – when my brain-meats aren’t telling me I suck at it – and every now and then I get the urge to write fiction.
I like writing, especially the more creative side.
Oddly, a lot of my inspiration comes from – of all things – dreams. Not often completely – though that has happened – but from stitching together bits and pieces after the fact; essentially, making something like a narrative or a setting out of the grab-bag of what I can remember when I wake up.
So, I’ve finally gotten around to the photos I took of the Grand Canyon. Not the ones on my instagram feed (which is in the menu to your left, and it’s awesome, of course), but the one’s taken with my trusty old DSLR.
Annoyingly, it’s been so long since I logged on to Flickr that something’s gone very weird with my account, so I’m starting kinda-sorta afresh on Google Photos.
So after a pretty catastrophic end of year period, I’m trying to make some new habits.