Gardener, Chapter 3

When we come to this world, we all face a journey – the one that lasts a lifetime. Our destination is rarely known in advance. There is a start, a clear end, a few milestones in between, but other than that our destination is for us to choose. Sometimes we’re lucky to pick nice wide roads covered in freshly laid tarmac and surrounded by fragrant fields and cool ocean breezes. Sometimes, all we seem to get is a tangle of dark wood paths that go round and round, backing onto themselves, confusing, hostile, and narrow as an edge of a blade. It’s on the glum narrow paths that we pick up talismans, fill them with force of our own belief and keep on going till we get to a good place. When we get to that good place, we might forget about the talisman, or we might keep it, forming that special attachment. What is a talisman? A piece of jewelry, a funny shaped stone, a fiery maple leaf, a memory, a thought, a belief? Life can sometimes be so hard that belief is all we have to go on and a talisman is the vessel to harness and store that belief. The belief that is ultimately ours, ours to transfer to any object we like. Pick your talismans along the way, fill them with all the brilliant force of your belief, but never form attachments to the physical vessel. The belief is yours, the strength is yours, you are the hero of your own journey and I hope you have a good one.

Now, those of you who bothered to read till this line might ask: What’s all this talk about talismans and journeys and beliefs? Well, but of course, what can it be but a “literary” equivalent to: Here you go, read Chapter 3 of the Gardener and I hope you enjoy it.

Fear

Fear… Fear is a feeling we are typically embarrassed of. From an early age we are told not to show fear, we are given examples of heroes – real or imaginary – who are never afraid. Yet, fear is a basic feeling. A feeling most of us are born with; an inbuilt mechanism to avoid danger and ensure survival. Our bodies are programmed to have fear built into them.

We all fear a lot without really knowing it. We fear being late for work, fear that the presentation we’ve been preparing for weeks will end in disaster, fear that our children will get hurt at school. The list of fears for an average modern human is never ending. Yet, when you ask most people about fear, what they think of is anti-courage. Anti-courage is cowardice. Fear can lead to it, just like it can lead to bravery. It’s when a man fears for his family, his country, his people, more than he fears for his own life that a hero is made. So, fear is more of an instinct than a feeling. It’s natural. But what if fears are suppressed, hidden, harbored? What if fear is so strong that it burns inside, consuming everything else? I’m not talking about phobias, I’m talking about feelings that all of us can experience at one time or another. Can fear like that lead to cruelty? Can it lead to death? Or will it make us stronger, forging us a heart of steel?

Gardener, Chapter 2

Life is a mystery, a truly fascinating experience. Sometimes you feel good for no apparent reason and sometimes nothing is able to put that smile back on your face. For me, one of the best anti-sadness devices has always been reading. Now when I’m writing a book myself, reading is also a way of unwinding, getting a break from a particularly stubborn plot knot and letting somebody else do the talking. Reading lets you in on other people’s lives, lets you experience the world in a different way, allows you to become somebody else. What better way to get your mind off your own problems?

I want to offer you the second chapter of the Gardener. Take a short break, forget about your worries and have a read. I hope you enjoy it... and if not, you can always vent off your disappointment in the comments!

Ursus Maritimus, The polar bear

Polar bear – the largest land predator on Earth... and one of the first standing to lose its natural habitat to climate change.

We’re living in times of change. We always seem too. Some changes are man-caused struggles for control and power, like the wars that scar our history too often; others are natural disasters caused by the Mother Nature herself. Change is important for human race. After all, it’s the greatest change of all – the Progress – that got us where we are now, that gave us our comfortable lifestyles and ability to do more than hunt for food most of our lives. Yet, as any change, the progress had its price. It’s not for me to decide whether we’ve paid too much. Is the loss of thousands of species too much? Is the loss of virgin forests, clean rivers and lakes, unspoilt natural resources too much? Could have the progress been achieved for a lower fee, if only we cared more, showed more respect for the planet that bore us? I’m afraid it could have cost less. I’m afraid history has already proven that there is always somebody who wouldn’t let simple moral concerns stand between them and what they ultimately want. Whatever the price.

Global warming

Global warming is the great crisis of our time. Up till recently, the topic was considered controversial, unfounded, sometimes even laughable. A lot of research went into studying the global warming phenomenon, the effect of greenhouse gases, our own impact on the planet and now vast majority of scientific world agrees. There is a problem and it can become a catastrophe if nothing is done about it.

Of course, our planet saw a lot of catastrophes in its lifetime. Even more so, a popular theory suggests that global warming is normal. We’re coming out of the latest ice age and the world is warming up. It’s perfectly natural. Yes, some animals are going to become extinct because of severe changes to their habitats, but, hey, that happened before. Not our fault. Nothing we can do about. Earth survived previous cataclysms and it will survive this one.

Dealing with loss

Before I begin today’s blog, I want to express my sincere gratitude for your kindness and support. It’s been a hard month and your kind words and good wishes guided me through the darkest moments, giving me strength and giving me hope.

When I first wrote an outline to the Gardener, condemning my main character, Alan Walker, to losing the people he loved, little did I know how close I would get to going through that myself. I say close and yes that means my dad is getting better. Oh so very slowly, but better nonetheless. Over the past few weeks he’s been moved to a good hospital, had neurosurgery and is now officially stable, though he will remain in a drug-induced coma for the next 3-4 weeks. His doctors say he has a chance for full recovery, which I know he does because he’s a fighter. He’s always been one.

Gardener, Chapter 1

Heavy envelopes with sample chapters from both Snowflake and Gardener left my local post office an eternity ago... well more like a week ago. Now all I can do is wait. While I wait, though, you don’t have to. I’ve uploaded the first chapter of the Gardener and I hope you enjoy reading it.

While writing this first chapter, I got to know Professor Tony Walker as a brilliant scientist who is misunderstood by the majority of his colleagues. He is not unique and his struggle is not unusual. History gives us plenty examples of gifted talented people who were never understood by their friends, colleagues, by the society they served. It seems that genius of a person is rarely acknowledged by his/her contemporaries; that job is left for descendants, for next generations. Why is that?

Literary Agents, Myth or Reality

That’s it. Yesterday, I’ve sent off the last envelope with my manuscript submission to the last agent. I feel strangely nervous, a sort of stomach-tight high, the way I felt after exams at school and University. You submit the paper; you get your stuff and make your way home. You feel drained and hollow and desperate to know the results. And yet, you feel elated. You’ve done it. All you do now is wait. Wait, but try not to think about it. Waiting consciously has a peculiar effect of stretching the time dimension to infinite lengths. Get your mind on other things and time suddenly speeds up to a gallop.

But as I wait, I have a question to ask. I’ve read a lot about the process of getting a book published over the last two weeks. I understand and accept the difficulties involved in becoming one of the chosen ones who actually get to see their work in book shops. What concerned me were the reports of the so-called rogue agents, the ones who charge reading/editing fees, who promote their own paid services and participate in referral schemes. There is also plenty criticism directed at amateur or incompetent agents. I would like to hear your opinion on this topic.

Dishonesty and incompetence of literary agencies, is it myth or reality?

Writing Synopsis

I’ve decided to take your advice and submit my work to a literary agency. It took a few days fighting doubts and a couple of phone conversations with my parents to make that decision and now I feel scared and exited at the same time.

I’ve done some research during the last week and it made me realise that getting a book published is a long and complicated process. The first thing that I came across was Rejection. Don’t get discouraged by rejections. It’s all right to get a lot of rejections. Everyone gets rejections. Etcetera, etcetera. Oh well, at least I’ll know what to expect...

Gardener, Introduction

Following the general outline of the Snowflake, I’ve decided to start the Gardener with an introduction, a part that’s meant to pull the reader in, give them a glimpse of the story before the story really began. It is this glimpse that I want to share with you today. I hope you enjoy it.

Gardener, The Story

As I promised in my previous post, the first draft of the Snowflake is now complete. But as I celebrate writing circa 100K words (I still can’t believe I’ve done it!), the Gardener pulls at my thoughts, distracting me, demanding my attention.

The Gardener is a continuation of the idea behind the Snowflake, but not a continuation of the story itself. The plot is different, the characters are different, even the location and timespan have been changed. What two books share in common is topic – modern computer/cyber crime, focus on a single human flaw – a feeling minor in itself, but which has a capacity to lead to severe consequences, and a legend – a story that is told by one of the characters explaining the meaning of the novel. Just as the Snowflake, I’ll try to make Gardener modern, engaging and realistic, while trying to deliver a greater meaning (though I promise, no preaching). And so, to the story and its main players...

Answering questions

Let me use this post to answer some of your questions.

Firstly, my “book-writing” software. I initially created the program as a sort of brain dump management (in case anyone wonders, dump is actually an official term used in software world, most commonly referring to memory dumps), a customized spreadsheet that suited me and my somewhat hectic brain structure. Through regular bursts of enthusiasm and weekends spent in front of the computer screen, the program acquired features suitable for story writing. It allows me to input main characters, their physical and psychological descriptions, their relationships, major positive and negative traits. When the main characters are established I can move onto setting out main plot milestones, detailing the characters, the places, the motivations. Once all the data’s in place, the program produces a plot outline, providing an approximate chapter by chapter breakdown, timing for major revelations and for red herrings (who enjoys a book without them). It also produces some nice wall charts that are very useful for keeping a visual image of the story.

Now, this is starting to sound pretty good even to me. Of course, it’s not that wonderful. The program has a few bugs, few problems here and there... and its main flaw – it doesn’t actually write books. It’s a tool. A tool that works fine for me, but would probably cause an outcry of negative feedback if it was ever marketed. It’s handy, it keeps my thoughts organised, it helps me to re-focus my brain from job-oriented to book-oriented and ... that’s all really.

The Gardener

I haven’t quite finished the Snowflake as I write this, but it’s oh so close. I’m planning to type the final stop to the final sentence sometime next week. Still, the story is there. My characters have finished telling the tale and I’m simply documenting it now.

The Gardener, on the other hand, is untold. It’s floating around me like early-morning mist, revealing very little, yet promising so much. Writing a book, as I found out, is as much of a journey for the writer as it is for the readers. And I can’t wait to step onto the new trail and see where it leads me. As always, I welcome everyone along.

Writing full time. Second novel, Gardener, is conceived.

I’m back and I have great news. Spending time at home with my family provided an enormous boost to my writing. That is, in addition to a huge bubble of happiness that’s still floating somewhere in my chest. I have to constantly check that my feet are still touching the ground!

Being away from the day job meant I could write full time and, for the first time since I started, I actually felt like a writer. I had a massive influx of ideas from the day one. Not being able to fit them all in into the Snowflake, I started recording them into my software program. It didn’t take long for it to inform me that I had enough plot milestones to start another book.
I’ve chosen ‘Gardener’ as the title for my second novel. Just as the Snowflake, the Gardener will have a single human flaw entwined into the back-story. And just as the Snowflake, there will be a legend to give a deeper meaning to this modern tale of computer crime. The flaw I’ve chosen for the second book is fear. Fear that either makes you stronger, or slowly erodes your soul until there’s nothing left.