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Alistair Young
Trope-a-Day: Never the Selves Shall Meet
Never the Selves Shall Meet: Averted. While it’s difficult and expensive – to understate the case radically – to meet yourself (albeit less difficult, although no less expensive, to send yourself a message) in the past, and it comes with a host of annoying limitations concerning boundary conditions and suchlike, there
Other Doings...
…besides the remainder of the muckings-about necessary to get a book out of the door, that is. Well, apart from the usual fic returning, I’m planning for doing something else longer soon, and one of the candidates for that involves some free trading adventures out on the frontiers of
Trope-a-Day: Never Recycle a Building
Never Recycle a Building: Rather subverted – inasmuch as while the Imperials don’t tend to go around demolishing perfectly good buildings they don’t have a current use for – (Leading to the related phenomena in which some buildings have been in continuous use and upgrading for something like seven thousand
Nelyn-class Deck Plan
Because I couldn’t stop scribbling during my final formatting pass, okay? Main hull: 1. Flight deck, right for’ard, and not on either of the decks strictly speaking, since it’s in the nose of the craft in what amounts to a transparent dome. The pilot’s command seat
Nelyn & Élyn
Usually I prefer to avoid inflicting my dire drawing skills upon y’all, but what the hell, I’ll make an exception this once. The diagram to the right is my quick size sketch of the aforementioned Nelyn-class modular cutter (in blue) and the Élyn-class modular microcutter (in green). As
Drake-class Frigate: Post-Hoc Modifications
Because despite this and this, there are always a few modifications once you actually start beating brass and doing detail work: The 4 x “Slammer III” dual turreted mass drivers have become 2 x “Slammer III” duals and 8 x “Slammer III” singles, four up front, two in radiator-tip (wingtip)
Trope-a-Day: Never Mess With Granny
Never Mess With Granny: Played straight an awful lot, albeit not with people who look much like little old ladies inasmuch as, well, immortality. As such, people can keep their physical fitness quite handily while accumulating a great many years of badass experience. (This is, of course, cheating – but then,
Gentlesophs and Adjuncts, We Have Manuscript!
Oh yes, oh my, oh my, oh yes. Pages: 389. Words: 98,213. So, now that the content is ready, what else is there to do: Cover art: moving along nicely, should be ready soon. Permissions: waiting for. Blurb: need to write that. Cover: can’t do that yet. Submission
Trope-a-Day: The Neutral Zone
The Neutral Zone: Played straight, although given the nature of the stargate plexus as, essentially, a mesh network, it’s not so much a zone, but a list of Neutral Nexi. No-one tries to enforce deep space as a neutral zone, mostly because it’s just too damn big and
Happy News, Citizen-Shareholders!
Second-pass editing: complete! Now just the final pages to insert into the formatted file, and then it’s down to me to build covers and e-book versions and ship off to jolly old Amazon. (Current proto-book-file-page-count: 325.)
Trope-a-Day: Neuro Vault
Neuro Vault: Played straight. Only the old-time classical version, though, where you hide it in people’s memories using good old-fashioned memory palace techniques, or closely related gnostic overlays emulating them. The trouble with imprinting stuff on bits of the brain that aren’t the usual memory regions is that