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Spark: Rock the Baby

Posted by Tim at 02:46 on 2011/08/02
Aug 022011

Writers are often asked, “Where do you get your ideas?” The answer, for me anyway, is pretty much everywhere. Here is the inspiration fora piece that I posted as a serial last year, Rock the Baby.

Last summer I was looking for a new writing challenge. I combined a few ideas into what became Rock the Baby.

Although I like the short forms of flash fiction and poetry [which is why I mostly write in those forms] I wanted to try my hand at something longer. At about the same time I was reading some of the serialized stories propagated by PJ Kaiser and Tony Noland through Tuesday Serial. That seemed like an obvious match to keep me on a schedule.

I had a rough outline of a sort of science fiction story that centered on a tiny perpetual electrical fire. But what to do with it? I read a magazine article that suggested trying to write in the style of a favorite author as a writing exercise. [Wait, I had to do that in my high school English classes too....] One of my favorite authors is Kurt Vonnegut and his Cat’s Cradle seemed like a natural fit for my sparky idea. Actually, I probably got the sparky idea from Vonnegut’s Ice Nine — I’ve had this outline in the back of the drawer for a loooonnnnggg time.

In Cat’s Cradle Vonnegut uses the children’s string game as a metaphor. I played off that by choosing Rock the Baby, a simple yo-yo trick. I extended that by using names of yo-yo tricks as the names for each episode in my serial. In Vonnegut’s book the narrator is a journalist documenting the events leading up to an apocalypse. I made my narrator write in a journal beginning right after an apocalypse.

All that gave me a structure on which to begin building my story. I added some bits to my outline and jumped in. Oh, wait, I added another degree of difficulty for myself. I gave my narrator a speech impediment. He can’t pronounce the “J” sound. As a result, he never uses words with the letter J or a soft G. Even though this is supposed to be his written record and there is little dialog [another challenge, as it turned out] I figured that if he avoided words when speaking he would avoid the same words when writing.

It was difficult, in a good way I think, to write in his voice. I would revise sections and find words that I use but he wouldn’t and then have to figure out what he might say instead. Using “icebox” for “fridge” or “refrigerator” was pretty easy, as was “only” in place of “just,” but try explaining combustion without “oxygen.” And as a private joke as much as anything else, the leading female character is named Gigi; he calls her Doc. Even though I had the character explain that he never spoke words with the “J” sound, I rather like thinking he might not be aware that he doesn’t write them either. But I doubt anyone else would notice and I think I made the work much harder for myself for the sake of a joke that no one but me would ever get. Fun, but not very productive.

A common dilemma for writers is deciding how much to outline and how much to let the story develop as you write [planner vs. pantster]. Since most of what I write is very short I tend to be a pantster. After all, when the total word count is just a few hundred words I can rewrite the whole thing from a different POV just to see how I like it. This came back to bite me a little in Rock the Baby. My characters wanted to go in a direction that was inconsistent with earlier episodes and I wanted to let them. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that with the earlier parts already posted. Had they not been posted, I would have kept writing and made notes on what needed to be revised in the earlier parts. That, and a change in my schedule, is why the story remains unfinished.

I haven’t decided whether I’ll go back and finish writing Rock the Baby. In many ways it has served the purposes I wanted it to serve: it gave me something new to post on a regular basis for several weeks, it gave me practice in writing a longer form, and it gave me a new appreciation for the difficulties of writing serials. If I do go back to it, I won’t post pieces as I go. And if I post another serial, it will probably be either limited to a few episodes [so there's less room to stray] or I’ll finish it before posting any of it.

Do you read or write serial fiction? If you’re a reader, do you notice when the actions of a character are inconsistent with earlier episodes? If you’re a writer, what do you do if characters want to go in some new direction you hadn’t planned on? If you’ve read Rock the Baby, do you think I should revive and finish it?

No, Baby

Posted by Tim at 23:59 on 2010/10/26
Oct 262010

Drat. My schedule didn’t allow time for me to finish the next episode of “Rock the Baby” this week. Next week is going to be pretty tight too. I will conclude the series soon though. Thanks to those of you that have been following. [Hey, if you haven't been following now you have time to get caught up!]

Rock the Baby - Episode 16

Posted by Tim at 03:38 on 2010/10/19
Oct 192010

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Double or Nothing

Doc held the case in her hand and a quizzical look on her face. I showed her the deep fryer pot, the cooler, and the bottles of cooking oil. I told her my idea. What would happen if we covered the cold fire case in oil and then opened it? The oil should act as an insulator. And since cold fire is by definition cold, the oil should not burn. So won’t that stop the cold fire? And won’t that stop the magnetic field?

A tiny crease formed across her brow and those dazzling eyes darted left and right a few times as she considered the idea. Then her face relaxed and a great smile spread across it. “I think it will work,” she told me. “Or it will blow up in our faces.” For that smile I would risk getting my face blown off and more.

The case didn’t fit in the fryer pot. That would have been my preference. It fit easily in the cooler though and we poured every bottle of cooking oil we had over it. I tried insisting that Doc go inside. I didn’t see any sense in putting both our lives at risk and this was my idea after all. She tried insisting that I go inside since it was her experiment that caused all this in the first place. We stood appraising each other’s resolve for a minute or two and decided we were in it together.

I held the case down so it was completely covered by the oil. Doc released the lock and slowly lifted the lid a tiny bit. One big bubble glooped out of the case like belch. Several smaller bubbles silently followed. When we had gotten all the air out that we could, Doc relocked the case.

I grabbed a screwdriver from the workbench and tested it briefly against Doc’s arm. It stuck. I moved the tool to the cold fire case. No more magnetism. It worked. And there were no explosions unless you count our whoops of happiness. I grabbed a couple shop towels and we wiped the oil from our hands.

Suddenly Doc threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. She held the embrace and cried freely on my shoulder. I breathed deeply and wrapped my arms around her. Nothing in my life ever felt as good as her body pressed tightly against mine. My heart thumped so hard against my ribs I was sure they could hear it across the street.

Or was that the sound of helicopters traveling overhead?

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Rock the Baby - Episode 15

Posted by Tim at 03:04 on 2010/10/12
Oct 122010

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Brain Twister

Ever since I found out how hazardous the cold fire was I had been mulling over what we could do about it short of taking it all the way to the BokonoCorp lab. We didn’t even know for sure that the lab wasn’t knocked out by the EMP. And then what? How far would we have to go? And could we even get there now that people were searching for us?

I went out to the utility room. Sure enough the gas grill was there, thanks to Doc. Dad’s workbench was well stocked with hand tools. He had lots of hardware sorted in tiny drawers and plastic containers. There had to be something in there we could use to neutralize the cold fire. My first idea was to convert a bicycle pump to create a vacuum. I’m not sure how well it would have worked, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t find the pump anyway. I had told Doc I had an idea though and I would feel foolish going back in empty-handed now. I kept looking.

It occurred to me that it might be possible to replace the air rather than try to remove the air. The shelves held a variety of bottles and cans — everything from cleaning products to fluids for the car. I surveyed the containers of motor oil, anti-freeze, and windshield washer fluid. The extra propane tank sat on a shelf next to a cooler. Beside that, a deep fryer. I had forgotten about that thing. We deep-fried a turkey. Once.

I wondered if we could use the propane to replace the air around the cold fire. We have plenty and it’s heavier than air, but I suppose it might make an explosive mixture during the transfer. And how would we make the transfer? I eyed the hose from the propane tank on the gas grill, still thinking that might be our best choice in spite of the risks. Would the hose fit through the drain plug on the cooler? I pulled the cooler off the shelf and caught a glimpse of large bottles behind it. I pulled one out. It was the cooking oil from the deep fryer.

I pulled out more bottles. The pot on the fryer was 32 quarts and we had at least that much cooking oil. I swear I heard a “ping” sound and the light bulb appeared above my head. I called Doc outside. “Bring the case,” I told her.

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Rock the Baby - Episode 14

Posted by Tim at 23:29 on 2010/10/05
Oct 052010

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Over the Falls

I peeled the skillet from her hand and tried it on my own. It didn’t stick. Doc told me that she got magnetized by the massive EMP that knocked out all the electronics only because she was so close to it. Being near the case with the cold fire in it was not especially hazardous. Except that now there are people in black helicopters looking for it.

I maintained that leaving immediately was not our best plan. At the very least we should pack some food and water. And I still think it makes more sense to leave in the morning. Let’s say they do know where the accident happened. They would spend a little time investigating there before they go looking around for the stuff, right? And what are the odds they would think to look here in the middle of suburbia? They would probably go looking at other BokonoCorp locations first. So we might be easier to find in the lab than we are here.

I wondered again what the world is coming to when I am the voice of reason. Doc agreed though that my reasoning made some sense. I got her to sit down on the couch and pretty soon she didn’t look quite so scared any more. But then I didn’t quite know what to do. I sat next to her for a few minutes and felt awkward as hell. So I stood up and started practicing my yo-yo tricks again.

She had rattled me more than I realized because it took me several tries to hit even the simplest of tricks. I was starting to get into the zone though when Doc started talking. “I’m sorry I got you into this,” she said. “I’m sorry that I’m so much trouble.” And those big blue eyes looked close to tears again.

I put the yo-yo away and sat next to her again. I told that she really hadn’t been too much trouble. I mean so far all she had cost me was a steak that was going to spoil anyway. That reminded me that someone stole the gas grill so I didn’t know how we were going to cook another meal. I guess we could check with the neighbors, see if we can share resources. But then Doc told me that after I left she couldn’t get to sleep right away. She had pulled the grill back into the utility room.

That was really good news and simple as it sounds we both started feeling better. That got me thinking about all the tools and stuff that Dad keeps around the house. I wondered if there wasn’t some way we could neutralize the cold fire without having to go all the way to the BokonoCorp lab. “Wait here,” I said. “I’ve got an idea.”

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Rock the Baby - Episode 13

Posted by Tim at 03:11 on 2010/09/28
Sep 282010

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Roller Coaster

Doc’s blue eyes were blazing like nothing I’ve ever seen before. She ran to the guest room and grabbed the small metal case that held the cold fire. Then she grabbed my hand and started to pull me toward the door. I stood my ground — more out of total confusion than anything else.

I didn’t understand what the rush was about. If we left right then we would never make it to BokonoCorp before dark. That would mean having to find someplace safe to hunker down for the night. Or traveling all night which sounds even less appealing. Plus, shouldn’t we pack some food and water first? What’s the world coming to when I become the voice of reason anyway?

Doc turned to face me and I don’t think I have ever in my life seen anyone that looked so scared. I told her what I thought about leaving right away. I asked her what the hurry was for. She told me that the lab where the accident happened is in an industrial park west of here. Helicopters over that area means that they have located the center of the area of destruction.

“They aren’t coming to bring help,” she said. “They’re looking for the cause. They’re looking for me.”

I had to admit, it made sense that they were looking for the cause of the end of the modern world. Of course, now we knew it wasn’t really the end of the whole world, but it sure knocked the crap out of our little corner of it. But how, I wondered, could they possibly know that Doc was involved? Or that she was here instead of where the accident happened?

She looked close to tears. She said she had something to show me. She asked if I had a compass. To draw circles with? No, the kind that points to the north pole. Not that it mattered. I didn’t have either one. She brought a cast iron skilet from the kitchen and put it on the side of her little metal case. It stuck. Big deal. So the case is magnetic.

Then she explained, the case isn’t magnetic. It’s an aluminum alloy. Non-magnetic. The magnetic field is caused by the cold fire inside. It’s strong enough that they can track it from the helicopters. It was an EMP after all that caused all the electronics to fail.

I was regretting that I never asked her whether it was safe for us to be around that thing when she said there was more to show me. She peeled the skillet off the case and placed it on her outstretched hand. She turned her hand over but the skillet didn’t fall. It stuck.

“You’re magnetic?” I asked.

“It’s not my freakin’ personality.”

Was she mocking me?

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Rock the Baby - Episode 12

Posted by Tim at 15:50 on 2010/09/21
Sep 212010

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Stop and Go

Someone stole the gas grill. I had left it on the patio like we always did. Silly me. I should have remembered we live in different times now. Still, they can’t have gotten far. I wonder whether it was a neighbor or some roving bandit that took it. Either way — damn.

Suddenly I was worried that they may have gone into the house as well. Doc was in there alone. Probably asleep. And the cold fire, the cause of so much destruction, was in there somewhere too. Or was it? I didn’t know whether to hope that it was still there with Doc or somewhere far away. But if someone took it without knowing what it is, we could be facing another level of devastation.

I ran into the house. The place wasn’t ransacked; that was a good sign. I didn’t see any signs of anyone having been there other than me and Doc. I made my way to the guest room. The door was open. She was curled up on the bed. Snoring softly. Adorable. The steel case was on the floor next to the bed. Other than the missing grill, everything seemed to be as I left it. How odd what’s starting to feel like “normal” these days.

I allowed myself a moment to wonder what it would be like to be curled up next to this beautiful woman. To feel those luscious curves. To look into those big blue eyes at the beginning and end of each day. I’m such an idiot. I hope she never reads this. I retreated to the family room and pulled out my yo-yo. The hypnotic effect of watching it travel up and down the string, spinning, practically flying at times had the desired effect of quieting my mind.

I didn’t hear Doc get up so I was startled a bit when she walked in and stood next to me. I told her the good news about the choppers being seen. However big the area of destruction is, it’s obviously not the whole world. But she didn’t look happy about the news. She looked scared. “Where,” she wanted to now. “Where were the choppers exactly?”

Well, of course, I don’t know where exactly. But I remember the runner said they were west of here. Over an industrial park. At that her eyes — Oh, my god I can’t get enough of those eyes — got even bigger.

“We need to get out of here,” she said. “Right now. We have to go.”

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Rock the Baby - Episode 10

Posted by Tim at 02:30 on 2010/09/07
Sep 072010

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Elevator

I probably spent a good five minutes or more running through my limited repertoire of yo-yo tricks. Finally I turned around and asked, “So, Doc, are you hungry?” She had been sitting waiting patiently while I was yo-yoing.

I told her the food was going to spoil if we didn’t eat it. I wrapped the onion rings in tin foil and grabbed the steaks from the counter. She followed me outside and I fired up the grill. While I tended to the food she was content to stand on the patio and watch. She still seemed a little drained from the revelation she had made a few minutes earlier.

There were a couple [okay, more than a couple] questions running through my head. I make it a point though to avoid asking questions that I don’t really want to know the answers to. That severely limited the potential for my inquiries.

Some people overwork food on the grill. They constantly poke and prod and flip. I think it’s best to keep the lid closed. Let the heat come at it from all sides. You only need to flip the steaks once to get the grill marks on both sides. Other than that, leave ‘em alone. Today I found I was poking and prodding and flipping. As soon as I realized that I closed the lid and took a deep breath.

“What exactly do you need to do to that thing in there?” I asked.

She explained her plan. The lab at headquarters has a vacuum chamber. She was going to put the cold fire in there and remove enough air to halt the combustion, then put everything into an insulating material to keep it from reigniting. I wanted to ask how to fix what was already messed up — power, water, transportation, communication, pretty much all of modern life — but I didn’t.

Instead I asked, “How do you like your steak?” I didn’t tell her, but I was afraid I had already messed up the food with all the flipping I had done earlier. We were going to get what we get whatever her answer was. I had to smile when I opened the grill and she said they look perfect as is. She volunteered to go in and set the table while I put the food on a platter.

When I brought in the food there were two places set at the table each with a bottle of water. The steel case was no where in sight. I was grateful for that. At the same time I wondered where she had stashed it. Something about not knowing where it is now that I now what it is had me feeling a little uneasy.

The steaks turned out better than I expected them to. I think the onion rings were really good too, but I like mine a little on the soggy side anyway. She said everything was wonderful but kind of in that way that any guest says when she doesn’t want to be impolite to her host. I wondered how long it had been since she ate last. Seems to me that it would be another impolite question for me to ask though.

I decided to risk being impolite in another way. There was one question that kept nagging me more and more. It went against the way I was raised to ask her, but I figure that anyone who brings a bomb into my house has already taken us beyond the limits of normal social interaction.

I looked across the table into those wonderful blue eyes. “Why me?” I asked. “Why did you ask me for help?”

Her answer, “Your yo-yo.”

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Rock the Baby - Episode 9

Posted by Tim at 01:11 on 2010/08/31
Aug 312010

New episodes of Rock the Baby are posted each week. Read from the beginning here.

Break Away

I had to sit down. It’s been four days since the world as we knew it ended. Electronic devices don’t work any more. We have no power. We are running out of water and food. And now I meet a woman who tells me that she caused this with something that she has in a small steel case sitting five feet away from me.

I asked her what it is because I was too afraid to ask her what I really wanted know, was it safe to be sitting this close to it? She sat down across from me and rested her hands on the case. She said they call it “cold fire” and she was part of a team that had been working on it for several years. I looked at her and wondered again how much trouble I was getting myself into. Her eyes glowed like a summer sky.

She went on to explain that cold fire was a combustion process that produces light but not heat. They had recently developed a catalyst/enzyme chip that not only sparked the combustion but then reacted with the light to reclaim and recycle nearly all of the materials consumed. Put one of the chips in a sealed glass container and you have a light bulb that lasts almost indefinitely and never needs electricity. Totally self-contained.

But four days ago one of the prototypes had broken in the lab. There was a sudden and violent reaction when the cold fire met the air in the lab. An unexpected side effect was an enormous electromagnetic pulse. That’s what knocked out all the electronics. She was able to re-confine the materials, still burning, to the steel case that now sat on the table between us.

Since the EMP was unexpected she couldn’t estimate how far its effects extended. Already it was well beyond anything she would have guessed. Her hope was that the lab at BokonoCorp headquarters was still functional so she could use their equipment to extinguish the cold fire she was carrying.

And then her eyes — those incredibly deep blue beautiful eyes — started to well up with tears. She told me that she hadn’t told me the worst part yet. No way did I want to ask her, but I couldn’t sit there like an idiot [any more than I already had] so I did. The worst part, she explained, is that what was supposed to be the ultimate in low-cost illumination now looked more like a small, inexpensive, devastating weapon.

Un-freakin’-believable.

I stood up and spun out my yo-yo. I didn’t realize until that moment how I much use it now to clear my head.

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Rock the Baby - Episode 8

Posted by Tim at 14:56 on 2010/08/24
Aug 242010

New episodes of Rock the Baby are posted each week. Read from the beginning here.

Lariat

Mr. Evans gave me a wink and a nod. I felt kind of bad that I wasn’t waiting around for the latest news, but this woman says she knows what caused all these problems. That’s gotta be worth something. Besides, she said she needs my help. What else could I do?

She was holding some kind of little steel case and I offered to carry it for her. She said no, let’s go. I told her my name is Ray as we walked to my parents’ house. Of course, that’s not really true. How do I explain to a woman named Gigi that I can’t pronounce the “jay” sound? What the hell do I call her? I got a little bit of a break on that. As she explained where she is from and where she wants to go she showed me her ID from some place called BokonoCorp. She has a PhD. She may not like me calling her “Doc,” but at least I can pronounce it.

We didn’t talk much more on the way home. She wouldn’t give me any details until after we were safely inside the house. Basically, she wants to go to BokonoCorp headquarters which, it turns out, is a few miles on the other side of my apartment. I’m not thrilled at the idea of walking back there, but I do know the way.

When we got to the house she asked if I had water. I told her about the water in the bathtub and that there were bottles of water to drink that weren’t cold of course. She asked me for a big mixing bowl. I pulled the biggest one I could find out of the kitchen cabinets. She explained she was going to dip a bowlful of water from the tub, use that to freshen up a bit, and then pour it down the toilet to flush it. I didn’t ask where she got her urban survival training.

While she went to clean up I pulled out the gas grill and checked the propane tank. Full. Good old dad even had another full tank on the shelf. Who does that? Anyway, it reminded me that I still don’t know where my parents are. I wonder if those people running around getting the news can pass the word around that I’m looking for them?

The freezer yielded some steaks and onion rings that were starting to thaw. I set them on the kitchen counter and pulled out my yo-yo while I waited for my guest. When she walked in the room looking even more beautiful [if that's possible] I asked her to tell me what caused all the electronics to stop working.

“I did,” she told me. She put that little steel case on the table. “With this.”

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