Well as often happens, there's been a big gap since I last wrote, have been busy with my other hobby which is photography and work.

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Now however NanoWrimo approaches, that means November will be cancelled.



I have an idea and this year will be my first NanoWrimo story where I know in advance where it starts, the stories midpoint and how it will develop. I am so so clear yet where it will end, the idea starts in 1943 and while the idea starts from existing events and has caused me to do historical research the idea runs to at the very least 1946 and onward through to at least the mid 1950's.


It appears I've trilogy on my hands so I do need to decide where its going, I have sorted my main characters and in that sense I'm good to start but some have to die, indeed one who should live has to die and one who died has to live and so we split to an alternate reality yet it has to stay reasonable and logical. Hence the research, for the first story everything has to follow what has or would have happened.


Book two? I guess will move further away from that yet I feel I need to know where that story will will start and even end, so before November I have much research and some advance planing to do.


Well this blog post has clarified my need to have basic plots for at least three book's and they say blogging is dead, yet writing in one creates clarity.

2014 Why does it feel like 1984

I haven't been writing here for a while thats not to say i haven't been rather it says I have!

So NanoWrimo has been a success this year 2013 just past

This year it was much easier to write the 50,000 words yet I only just made it as work was busy and I had to push myself to write so much,

The story a Dream of Jersey represents the third book in a trilogy that was orginally to be a novelette. The story was the Hero being caught passing information to Wikileaks and being caught, when he left jail many years later England was  very Orwellian and he left for Australia and the story is set against that backdrop but then it collapsed at about 40,00 words into silliness.

When writing NanoWrimo the important thing to do is keep writing and I did, this has now spawned a follow up story that owes much to Japanese Anime and I belive its a corker and am now rewriting the part from the story having added extra to the early part of the story and changing a few elements.

Well thats it for now, I have photography and writing as well as work, but have largely abandoned Second Life.

Life gets in the way. its Novemebr 2013 and after an abortive NaNoWrimo in 2012 that yet was a  success as I have continuned to write that story through this year.

Now the unthninkable book two has become at this moment it has just passed 5,000 words and going strong.

What is the secret John has hidden in the secret bunker build under the block off flats his parents left him?

What is the secret John has hidden in the secret bunker built under the block off flats his parents left him?

D.I Rawley, was insistent she wasn't to look around or she will be back with a search warrant  Problem is that won't happen ans she is going to be very pissed when then happens, it would be better if she didn't find that out.

I really couldn't see a way around it, it was starting to look as if one off her officers was not only a Mossad agent but had killed my date and framed me so he could get time in my flat to search it. He didn't know about the hidden bunker where all the documents were stored but he had torn the house up looking.

I was not concerned that she was going to find that  out but attempts to get a search warrant were going to make it a problem for me and she was going to keep banging away till she had an explanation, what to do maybe she should vanish but no that would alert Mossad.

Nanowrimo Chap four (rough Draft) as chap three is way to rough to post)

Nameless Slave Chapter two (Rough Draft)

Chapter 2

Observation

Nurses Chapel and Corby looked at each other across the patients hospital bed, well bed it hardly was more a floating life support and environmental platform. Alien in design the dam spiders had designed it for them as they said “quite low tech but it will suffice. Its purpose was supposed to be only for critically ill people while they healed but the company making them had found the shared dream making element built in for comatose patients adapted well as a virtual world interface and the sales of this gamer table had gone ballistic. All around the world people were jacking into these things to play games. Games in virtual worlds indistinguishable from the real world for the participants, Sadly more were ending up as patients or dead after they died or became ill because they spent to long in the virtual worlds, other went mad not being able to tell the difference after a few months off constant immersion.

Well thought Chapel at least this one is doing as designed the real McCoy as it were, looking a lot like an old star-trek medical set the person lying there the display proclaimed was one John Starch. Reading the output she said to Corby this looks good his reformed brain is working and he is engaging the simple world we have placed him into. Yes Corby commented its every mans wet dream world no wonder men do so well in recovery, much better than women with the same injuries. Yet commented Chapel the woman that pre choose this world to recover do so as well physically. Oh yes scowled, Chapel except they grow to be totally subservient to men. Whatever its not for us to judge said Corby. They both looked at the screen showing output from the neural sensors showing John walking down a quayside and ogling a cage full of naked girls while a slightly plump but tall female followed him as she had no option because of the chain attached to the collar around her neck and his belt.

Well Aquilah Johnson does seem to work well with these guys she has had nine full recoveries is she gets this one its ten out off ten. Thats her quota she wont be allowed to do any more. Like she needs to snorted Chapel, its $400,000 for each successful recovery she gets paid on top of her pay, then THEN every single guy has begged her to marry them. This guys a multi millionaire if he is her tenth success and he follows the pattern, he is going to want to marry her and there is no reason she shouldn't. Mark my words she is going to be very rich and happy she is basically programming these guys to adore her. Bitch, She spat! I mean look at her the fat little freak, they looked at the assistant therapist Aquilah Johnson` 39 years old, no legs and needed a wheel chair to move around in. Of course the new tech could re-grow her legs, lost in a freak motorcycle accident 20 years at the age off 19 ago when a bike had been hit by a car and knocked of the road at high speed and into the roadside bench she was sitting waiting for her boyfriend. The motorcycle had slammed into her and caught her legs between it and the bench all but tearing them off. The surgeons had amputated them a a few weeks later as gangrene had started to set in. The boyfriend she said never even came to see her he had been late that day had he been on time she would have been elsewhere at the time.

Her mother had blamed him and nearly ended up in jail after trying to run him down but it had settled eventually. Her mum had been too busy with her to worry about the very ex boyfriend. As she recovered she had made a good recovery and at first volunteered in the hospital and then, taken up training as a nurse specializing in trauma recovery for patients much like she herself had been, then her mother had gone down with cancer and the procedures and endless drugs had taken all their money, Aquilah had given up her job to look after her Mum but six years later she died from complications requiring a drug that they were not able to purchase as the money was all gone.

Returning to work she had found herself no longer qualified and only able to work as a nurses aid, then a doctor had asked to to become involved in a project with virtual worlds aim at combating clinical depression in patients as they stared at ceilings for months as they re-grew body parts in the tanks the alien tech healed the bodies but people suffered and went mad from depression and regressed into vegetative states as the bodies healed. The money was better and she found in the virtual world she was able to walk, dance and do all the things she had always wanted to do. The neural interface made it completely real and she immersed herself there, eventually the doctor pulled her from the program for her own sanity as she said.

Three weeks later a knock on her door and two army officers walked into her life with an offer to join the army as a full Lieutenant Colonel to do the same work for ten times the money. The catch a ten year minimum term off service and she had to be available to one patient at a time 24 hours a day, mission time they called it. The sweetener a army commission, ten missions and then she would go in the tank to re-grow her legs the army would then give her a new identity to hide who she was because of the highly classified nature of the work the operatives in the tanks were engaged in and reassignment to a training facility and promotion to a full Colonel.

Nameless Slave Chapter one

Notes on this writing, (It owes much to John Normans Gor storeys yet is moving away into my own concept it is likely on a subsequent re-write it will become my own world similar but different).

Chapter one

The Docks

John was suddenly aware, he heard creaking sounds and the splash of waves as he woke his eyes were blurred, everything seemed grey then his vision cleared as the grey mis-formed clouds vanished.

Shaking his head he looked around, to find himself standing on a dock, looking for the source of the creaking he saw a sailboat coming into the dock driven by oars but was more concerned with how he came to be there. He was aware he had just woken, but standing upright and why could he not recall.

The sun was bright and he felt the warmth on his bare arms and legs, odd he he thought looking down he saw he was wearing red tunic like garb with a green patch on the shoulder. He was wearing a wide brown belt at his waist and from it hung a small leather pouch, some keys and a dagger. Pinching himself "ouch", that hurt he realized he very muscular and his pinch on his bare skin had drawn blood.

I must be dreaming he thought, "That at least made sense" *he thought to himself, I'll go with that for now! Having decided he was dreaming he decided to enjoy the dream it seemed so real. Walking towards the water he saw the setting was quite medieval, workers scurried around moving goods. Looking at the ship he saw cargo stacked on the deck. Tied with ropes. Approaching the boat a dock hand called to him “Stay your distance, wait till we have docked, plenty of time to see our wares then”.

Stepping back he stumbled over somebody close behind, as he went to apologize he realized she was almost naked save for a piece of green cloth draped over her shoulders and tied at the waist. Then he noticed the chain fastened to a metal collar around her neck, the collar had a rivet hammered through it securely lock it around her neck a lock was fitted to hold the chain to it-at the other end the chain was attached by a similar lock to his belt. The girl was a beauty her hair was quite long and black, her body a little plump quite tall with long legs, her skin a olive complexion, she carried herself well and had a sparkle in her eyes.

Shaking his head. “Girl why are you so fastened to me? I seem unable to recall?”. My Master she giggled, “I am your girl the house has given me to you in order to guide you and help you to remember who you are”. You had it was told to me a terrible injury the physicians have tasked me with your care and learning now your body is healing, Today is your first day out, If I do well and you are pleased with me I am yours as long as you remain in this fine city . If you are not pleased with me then I will be beaten and another girl given to you. I am only a poor kajira Master I wish you to find me pleasing and able to help you.

Confused I stared at the girl, tell me girl what is your name? Please Master I have no name I am but a nameless slave, a beast you may use me how you wish save in the furs. No Name? * This seemed odd to me “how can you have no name”, I asked. Because she replied no Master has seen fit to give me one. Has this always been so I asked? Before I was a slave my name was Aquilah I was a free woman of the house off Sambae a trained helper to the houses physicians I was to be his free companion, then the night before our joining his slaves drugged me and carried me out unconscious into the night I have a memory of flying in a Tarns basket but was hooded and tied. A fellow brought me here and I was sold as white silk slave to the physicians and branded. They had been told of my coming and value my poor skills highly. I have so far been spared training as a kennel slave and given clothes. Now I am yours if you find me pleasing and choose to keep me. Please Master keep me for I do not want very much to be beaten.

I have attended to my sisters that have been beaten, they heal but are in dreadful pain while they heal and then live in dread of being displeasing again, I am in dread off displeasing you Master. Please Master girls will try her hardest to please you. Very well I said but can I really call you nameless slave when I know you have a name? As it pleases you master. Well I said it seems to me you need a name so I can address you so you know to whom I speak. I will name you Olive I said after your skin, it seems a good choice and better than nameless slave. She fell to my feet Master she cried “Thank you Master for giving this worthless beast a name. Please Master may I touch you? What an odd question I thought, Smiling you may I replied rather liking this girls attitude.

She hugged my leg pressing her face against it, I felt a dampness and looking down i saw she was crying, Why are you crying girl I asked “Master I am so happy you have given me a name I am no longer a nameless slave”. Please Master how can I further serve you? I find myself at a loss here girl, what can you tell me to make me understand better? If it please you master may we go to the house and I will get you Drink and food, this is the first day you have been up I hope you will rest so as to not excerpt yourself overly while I try to explain. Very well girl you had better lead the way, Yes Master please keep a tight grip on my collar least I get to far ahead, its this way. She turned and looked at me, indicating where we should go I started to walk away from the docks and she led the way, still puzzled by my lack off memory.

As we left the the wooden walkways of the docks behind, we crossed a wide but short bridge and I saw the docks where we had stood were floating as was one end off the bridge so as to allow the boats to be tight firmly to the docks to help load and unload their cargo's. On the wide cobbled Quayside stood two large wooden cranes and one was in operation lifting a cage from a larger boat. It was being lowered to the ground. Livestock I supposed, but on looking at the contents I saw not livestock but naked and disheveled girls. These girls despite their condition all seemed very beautiful to me. fascinated I wandered towards them forgetting the girl chained to my waist and making her stumble as I had caught her off guard, a large burly man stepped forward to block my path to the girls, raising his arm he showed me his palm, “Tal” He said, not recalling how to even greet I feeling foolish responded in the same manner, “Tal” This seemed to satisfy him he continued “These girls are not for sale yet, they are to go to the house off Master Dreyuss to be trained and made fit to serve If you seek more slaves you should go there. Do you need instructions as to how to get there? I shook my head, No they just caught my eye, Well if there is one in particular that has caught your eye then visit Master Dreyuss I have heard he will allow an expression off interest on a girl though off course it adds much to her price.

I looked at the girl asking do you know off this place i asked? Yes my Master she replied, many are beaten there and I have to attend them. Turning back I thanked him, Tal he spoke and stood back to allow me to pass, I felt the conversation was ended and indicated to the girl we should continue. Walking away we passed small shops with tiny windows and a tavern from which music came interested by the sound I moved towards it. Master may I beg to speak the girl said quietly I looked at her, she was silent it dawned on me I was supposed to reply, Speak Olive I said. Master I collected you from the dock when you arrived if you tarry I shall be beaten, I beg you to save me from that, let us proceed to go to your home where the head physician will be waiting to see you and explain how you recovery may be assisted by her guild.

The walk was short to the house, there were several houses set inside a high wall with a guard at the gate, a monster of a man standing there he looked about 7 ft tall and had long red hair, dressed in a red tunic with leather bindings on his arms and wearing a short sword on his belt. He rose as we approached Raising his arm to me in the same way the man at the dock had Tal Free he said but smiled at the girl while not speaking to her. Instead he addressed me, State your business here he said. I am being brought her to meet a physician I replied. He looked at the girl is this he whom you were sent to collect he demanded off her, She looked at me, girls begs permission to answer she said softly. I looked at her, Just answer when you asked something I said, shaking my head why did she keep asking me for permission to speak? I wondered. Yes Master she said to the guard then enter and welcome friend he said to me. To the girl hurry girl, he has been there a while waiting its best you beg forgiveness when you arrive there for your lateness.


May we go Master she asked off me, I gestured her forward walking inside the wall there were formal gardens surrounding each of the tiny houses, almost huts I thought so small were they. The walls seemed to be off wood and the roofs had a thatching off straw a barrel was placed by each hut to catch rainwater from large gutters and small pipes ran out into the garden to water the plants which I noticed contained not flowers but herblike plants with small bushes resplendent with small red flowers that smelt like lavenders. This way if it please you My master she spoke, may we hurry ? Lead on Olive I said.

We soon arrived at what was to be my house I supposed much like the others but over the door I saw a strange symbol like a green snake wrapped around a staff, What is that symbol I asked off her. It is the mark off Aesculapius, she said Master may we enter ? I gestured for her to do so but she opened the door and stood aside for me to enter so I did.