Thursday, 20 December 2018

GoFundMe

I have reduced the over all total of the goal to £5000, as I'd rather have something to start and it's a more realistic goal, any costs left over, I'll just have to see, but for now I'm just aiming to get this through maybe to a decent agent?

I'm kinda losing faith in the self-publishing route, as either way, I'm met with fees that vary and don't makes sense. From per book, to a set fee between £3500-£5000. This only covers paying for the printed books, and I still find myself lost.

Anyway as highlighted on Twitter, someone set up a GoFundMe to pay for 'the wall' and I chose to ride along the hashtag in hopes of finding some generous donors. Alas...

Monday, 17 December 2018

Publishing Project Reboot and GoFundMe!!

Well it's been an emotional roller coaster and I'm feeling all sorts of things.

I've been doing my research and well I explain it all here on my GoFundMe.

https://www.gofundme.com/publishing-project-reboot-terra-firma

So, just to wet the appetite for all those who have taken the time to share and donate, here is the prologue and first chapter of Project Reboot:Terra Firma.

Please enjoy and let me know what you think!!


                                    Prologue: Genesis
The world, planet earth. A tiny speck, revolving in the everything and the nothing. This once luscious green and blue orb harboured a clean living plethora of creatures, over time sentient beings rose up and created civilizations. Today it is a very different world, consumed by mankind. The greed, the gluttony and the lust for power has put the once sacred earth into a deep turmoil. War is rife for territory and natural resources, governments are corrupt and ignorant to the common mans plea but all is not tainted. Advances in science and technology has improved life, cured disease, purified water and helped mankind understand much more about themselves and the vast universe they live in. Just as well, religion has turned to extremism in certain parts of the world, where there is one step forward there has been ten steps back. The advance in technology has given the world the means to communicate in ways that in the past were inconceivable. But with this power of technology, the world has become a place dependent on it. Hunched over laptops and PCs, glaring at mobile phones and tablet devices. With factory mass production, everything has become simple to construct and obtain and so mankind has lost its connection with true simplicity. The world has become vain, the media has intruded into the homes and minds of everyone, of all ages, and now shapes the way we think and perceive ourselves. We no longer think independently, a world of sheep, and the shepherds are the ones who have self-proclaimed their highest position in society. So what if all that had been accomplished by man had been eradicated? Wiped from existence, nothing, but a blank template, with only what is organic left behind. Why don’t we find out…



Chapter 1: New Dawn

It’s a day like every other. The sounds of bustling human beings, polluting the atmosphere with their factories and auto mobiles, people staring down into their cold devices, judging anonymously from behind a screen. Families sat around dinner, eating their processed foods, discussing trivial matters and gossiping. Those who care for it are gawping at the latest fashions, falling over themselves for the next pair of gorgeous or trendy shoes. Swarms are inning and outing from High Street shops, sipping coffee, others mulling over how their next bills are to be paid, yet squandering the money they don’t have. Children listen intently or not so to their tutors, scrawling doodles on ruled paper. Members of high society enjoy a lifestyle others would kill for and some even have. Pen pushers sit at their desks, writing meaningless rules and regulations to buffer their egos and to establish their sense of self-importance, doing the same thing day after day each one looking for something to break the monotony of life. Members of parliament jeering like children on a school playground at one another, blaming others instead of solving problems and delaying any kind of important matters with their narcissistic self-beliefs, attempting to implement their new ideals most of which only hinder rather than help society. Criminals locked and unlocked plotting and rotting or just existing in the underground and in plain sight. It’s your average day.

It’s summer, the heat welcomed on a dreary United Kingdom, all types enjoying the seasonal weather. Some reside within the comfort of the shade given by a bedroom curtain, blocking the sun’s rays as they attempt to penetrate the material to fill a dark and gloomy room occupied by a reclusive young lady. Hunched over her desk, light reflected from her monitor in her glasses. Steadily scrolling through pages of procrastinating material. Sighing and smiling, tutting and grimacing as she reads the encrypted scrawling of billions of people online. Her face is pasty pale, her eyes a fading blue, illuminated by the artificial glow of her technology. A lonely individual, distant from social interactivity. But she is one in 7 billion for whom life is going to change in a way no man could ever conceive.

Peering over to the window, the sunshine seemed strangely bright. Curious by the sudden increase in divine light shining over the land, the girl got up from her chair and walked over to the curtains to do something rare to her indeed. Twitching the curtain aside, she gazed upon the landscape.
Living within the city, smog and noise pollution are to be seen and heard all around, music, nattering, cars honking, children screaming, crying and laughing, nothing out of the ordinary, except the sky. The blinding light pained the girl’s eyes, making her squint till focused.

Everyone seemed too busy to notice, it was subtle, but bright enough for the young lady to notice. Leaning out her window, she observed the passing people below, the sky was appearing paler on the horizon and now the brilliance of the light could no longer be ignored. The girl shielded her eyes with her hand, as did people below as they gazed up to the sky. Before anyone could panic or react the pure white light had enveloped everything.

All stood still. For a few seconds that felt like a lifetime, all man-made material had de-materialized. The girl aware of everything darted her eyes around the room. All that was happening was going so fast, but to her it felt like the world was dissolving in slow motion. Her personal belongings seeming to evaporate around her, the window she was leaning out of falling away to dust as everything that belonged to the earth was returned, leaving her suspended in the air. Books, tables, toilet roll, to name a few had become the trees they once were before they were cut down and pulped for their uses. Frames, jewellery, cars, trains, planes, warehouses, anything built from raw metal had been returned to the rocks and ground they were mined from.

All that was unnatural, built over generations, and had been cultivated over millennia, places of worship, monuments, ancient wonders, hospitals, emergency services, palaces, castles and other places of significance had all been taken by a mysterious overwhelming glow from the heavens. Even the very clothing that dignified humanity had been taken from them all.
As quickly as it had saturated the earth in its blinding light, it had gone. All living creatures frozen in position all standing where their homes, workplaces and hangouts had all once stood. Completely stark naked as the day they were born. Then snap.

Chaos swept over the entire world. Screams and cries, even howls from all who had just witnessed their instantaneous downfall, as everything anyone had ever built up, saved, treasured, loved, had all disappeared and returned to the ground. Trees, mountains, meadows and rivers were all that stood before all. Mass panic, anxiety and fear infiltrated the minds of humans. Amputees reliant on blades and artificial limbs had become reduced to wailing on the grass they were now lead upon. The morbidly obese exposed in all ways they could ever fear, prison inmates free in all terrible ways, the elderly left completely vulnerable and the diseased and terminally ill left with no hope.
The girl. She stood still. Her arms wrapped around her body to conceal her naked flesh. Her eyes wide open, could do nothing but stare, though without her spectacles the distance appeared hazy. Her mind drew a blank, and all the horrifying screeches and cries became white noise.

Something truly incomprehensible had just happened in the blink of an eye. As the chaos unfolded in front of the girl she slowly stepped around to look behind her. There were no remains of what she held dear, no photos, diaries, paintings and no phone. Her apartment above an art supply shop had vanished. In a complete trance she began to walk forward, just a foot in front of the other until she felt her foot become wet.

Stepping back, she gazed down to the ground and saw her pet goldfish, struggling in a pool of water seeping into the soil below. A single tear rolled down her face as she went to pick up her little golden friend, scooping up as much water as she could before it was absorbed by the new, fresh ground. Collapsing to the floor, she held on to her aquatic friend and sobbed as people rushed passed her running around aimlessly it seemed as they were looking for answers, shelter, somewhere to hide from their exposure.

Still cupping the goldfish in her hands, lead in the foetal position, all she could think of was her family she had abandoned and left behind and the friends she had forgotten to live her life of solitude. Now she was truly alone. Her family and friends may only live in a twenty mile radius, but finding them and knowing they’ll still be there had now become an almost impossible challenge.
A breeze swept over the bewildered girl and awoken her from her entranced state. Gently sitting herself up, she began digging a hole between her knees. Tears now streaming down both cheeks, she picked up her goldfish and gently whispered “Goodbye Shimmer.”

Lowering her now deceased pet carefully into its little grave, she then scooped the soil she had unearthed back on to his delicate corpse, slowly covering its shimmering scales. The art shop manager and other staff were still in the area. The girl looked to sky, the sun now it’s usual shining self, breaking through a drifting cloud. Looking back to earth, she drew a deep breath as she absorbed the magnitude of the situation, as tall trees and hilly landscapes had replaced the city skyline, and all around her was lush green fields, flowers and bushes.

Pulling herself up from the ground she stood on her feet, placing an arm in front of her chest and one hand over her groin as she noticed the shop manager and others around her. The manager was sat on the grass, his knees up to his face and his head down as he rocked back and forth, crying uncontrollably. Some of the staff were sat around the general area of where the store room once stood, all dumbstruck. The landlord from the pub across the street was huddled with his family, their pet dog jumping around excitedly. Members of the public shouting out for help, calling for loved ones. People trying to make sense of the impossible.

Ava.” A feeble voice called out. The girl turned to see who had called her.

It was the art shop manager. She had frequented there for art supplies, the guy in charge and a couple other staff members were the only people she saw regularly, though if she could find what she needed online, Ava avoided traversing downstairs as much as she could. The convenience of just stepping out for what she needed allowed to her to use her creativity as it was fresh in her memory, so if she couldn’t wait, she had to go.

Ava gingerly stepped towards the middle aged man, she was completely out of her comfort zone, but then so were many others. “Co..Co..Colin…” she muttered as she approached him awkwardly.

Colin was in complete awe of the situation, so much had happened to him in the past, he surely didn’t think his life could get much worse. Usually a man of calm demeanour, a master of hiding his past torment was broken by the weight of the situation, but still he felt compelled to reach out. “Ava, I don’t know what has happened, I’m scared Ava,” he spluttered “I’m sure you are scared too, but I hope you are OK.” Colin poured out to Ava even after the loss of everything, he was still able to care about the lonely recluse.

Colin was a quiet but caring character. He enjoyed trying to coax conversation out of Ava, as she was always purchasing canvas’ and acrylic paints, he was always interested in her latest little projects.

I..I need to find my family.” Ava replied, her voice quivering as she began to swell with tears again. “I think you should do the same.”

Colin pulled himself up, one hand cupping his groin as he stood. “Well, this isn’t awkward is it?” He joked still with a lump in his throat.

The pair looked around them, the people they knew from the shop were moving on, wandering aimlessly and the crowds of people in front and all around were starting to settle with few still hysterically screaming out and sobbing whilst getting their heads around the terrifying situation.

Where do we start?” Colin said with a perplexed expression. He wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at Ava. “I never got to tell you this,” his voice went somber “I don’t have any family, but I guess the best thing to do is to help you.” A smile crept across his face, as if attempting to put Ava at ease.

Thank you Colin.” She simply replied, as she stared at the ground. Turning to Colin, she gave a confused expression of affirmation and began walking forward across the new meadow laid before them, and weaved through the crowds of anguished faces. 

Tuesday, 11 December 2018

The end is near.

I have had a tumultuous week and my depression and anxiety have ran me ragged, but I'm doing it everybody, I'm actually freaking doing it!

I was stuck awake for 48 hours because I just couldn't sleep, so every waking hour I could write, I did.

I've been consistently writing every day for the past week now and the story has finally reached the point where is no where to go but the end of the installment.

The cut off point of book one of Project Reboot is, currently at the words per day written, one and a half days away from ending.

The build up to the end of Terra Firma is enveloping me with so many emotions, the most prominent being motivation. Complete motivation to finish what I started writing four years ago!

I did a recalculation of the time I first conceived the idea, I was sure that 2009 was less than 8 years ago for some reason... But then my partner promptly reminded me it was almost 10.

...

Ten years ago I coined the title to an idea of a story I had been thinking about. Project Reboot: Terra Firma sounded like something that would be interesting to write, something that I should write. And it took me till the spring of 2014 to start it.

I kept thinking about it, the story, the plot, the absurdity, the fact that I hadn't seen anything like it before and that it came from my own mind.

The influence of world politics and society and my trauma spurred me on to write something that means something... to me.

It really doesn't have to mean anything to anyone else. I just hope for someone to read it and wonder; Why on earth did they write this?

And that question itself is valid.

I hope to raise questions, I want people to seek answers, and above all I hope someone will learn something about themselves and take a positive action from it.

I know I had a mental breakdown and protested I would never finish, but depression is an incredibly stupid curse.

I can already see the finish line on the horizon, the sun is glaring across the azure sky, I'm winning this one person race, to reach the end.

I'm excited, and my only wish is for at least a few people to see why that might have been.

Sunday, 9 December 2018

Final Cover

Just toyed with the colour a bit and made a few more prominent features that show the 'Event' taking place.



Saturday, 8 December 2018

Book Cover v2!

I kinda burnt myself out last night from staying up and writing until almost 4 in the morning, so my new concentration was to redo the cover I had save at the top of my document.

When I first made the cover, it was spring 2014, I had just started to write Terra Firma.

I put my author name as my married name at the time and that has been plaguing me for a while, so for an extra boost of motivation, here is my old cover with my new cover for comparison!
OLD

NEW


I'll be tweaking the cover art here and there, but I'm pretty satisfied.

I've also written and introduction and acknowledgements as my family have played a key role and keeping my enthusiasm up and encouraging me to write.

The most touching memory I recall is from my Uncle Dave who sadly passed away.

Looking forward to writing the next chapter.

Friday, 7 December 2018

I'm getting on with it!

OK. I've had my minor breakdown, and I'm back on track.

The story is falling into place and I couldn't be happier, as I can see the end of the beginning in sight!

This has been one of the most exhilarating yet frustrating processes I have ever been through, but I know in the end it will all be worth it. 

If I never picked Project Reboot: Terra Firma back up, then I would forever regret never finishing it.

The conclusion to the first book is coming fast at me, and with that I'd like to announce the next book titles in the series!

Project Reboot:

-Civilization

-Industry

-New Era

AND!

Project Virus: Society ...

I have already got the plot figured for all installments, and I'll be taking my time on the next but keeping consistency!

Now, all I have to do is finish Terra Firma- Onward and upward!


Wednesday, 5 December 2018

Being Defeatist.

OK.

Depression won yesterday, but I'll fight back and try again.

It's 11pm, been trying to get my son to sleep for the past 5 hours, he's wide awake and pressing the ESC button as I type.

But I'm gonna just gently steer him away as much as possible.

It's hot, the heating is on, I'm incredibly flustered, and here I am typing in this blog.

And shortly after I'll now try and attempt to write... I guess...

Tuesday, 4 December 2018

Deadline.

I've told myself over and over my deadline is before Christmas.

I have to finish this before Christmas.

Children have a way of making things harder to stick to schedule, especially when you have a 19 month old son.

I haven't been able to write in almost a week.

But I'm dead set on the 15th of December.

It's been almost 9 years, If I put off writing it any longer I will never finish.

I've started to feel the boredom trying to keep up all the continuity and making everything relevant to the story. I have lost the energy I had when I initially restarted.

It will just be first draft, that's all I care about done, but I'm losing time and concentration.

I don't know if I'll make it.

I have poured so much thought into  this story but I am losing steam because of my circumstances.

I want to rise like a phoenix from the ashes, but that new flame isn't catching as quick as I would like.


If I don't finish by the 15-12-2018... I quit.

It was a nice thought...