“The Carneeg” – A Novel ‘WE’ Are Writing!

Would you enjoy being part of the creation of a new novel? One that I believe will be a very book-419589_1280big success?  If  your answer is YES, then you are about to join me in its creation! Welcome!

In 2012, I began writing “The Carneeg (c)” based on a dare from a friend who said it could not be done after I explained the premise.  Over the last 5 years, I have had lots of interruptions as I sold my house, my practice and moved to Fl. Since it is 5/2017 and it is not completed that is clear.  Now all these challenges are gone and “The Carneeg” is 60 pages longer that it was in 2012, almost 200 pages total so far.

As I work on the Novel, I intend to keep you updated with what is happening.  What I hope will be the fun part is that you get to comment and offer suggestions and so be part of the insight into what writing an unusual Sci-Fi novel is all about.

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  • I will read  all suggestions, but not promise to follow any of them
  • How to share your thoughts: Comments may be added to the page, as almost all pages on this blog allow. You may also send me a private comment at JanrSsor (AT) Gmail.com 
  • I will not tell you the whole story as that would ruin it for you.
  • If I use your suggestion,  or follow anything anyone recommends in this process, you/they are not entitled to any financial compensation or credit. If you feel otherwise, don’t participate.
  • This is an experiment. If I find it less than productive, I may choose to terminate it.
  • All literature on the site (this project included is Copyright (c)  by me, Janr Ssor aka Dr Joseph A Ross:

    Written By Janr Ssor  – Published By Janr Ssor

    Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 LakeWildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434,  .All rights reserved.

REPRODUCTION OF THIS AND ALL TEXT ON THIS WEBSITE IS RESTRICTED

Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author and the efforts of E-Publishers to provide media in the format you want and need.

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“Pouring out your dreams in a story”. Image manipulation and graphics created by Dr Joseph Ross using GIMP. Superb graphics courtesy of Pixabay.com

Here is the story concept:  In reality, Dale Carnegie wrote a book almost as widely read as The Bible.  It is called “How To Win Friends And Influence People.”   If we all followed his suggestions, this would likely be a near perfect world.  I told my best friend, Steve Ross  (a brother by another mother) that I was going to write a Sci-Fi book based on a world that actually followed many of his concepts (sort of) and was near perfect. The catch was it would not be Earth but it might be 🙂    He laughed and said, you cannot do that. No one will ever read it. Well never tell me you cannot do something!  That makes me want to prove it can be done since I don’t believe anything is impossible.

The growing story now involves several “Nations” that each are their own unique worlds. They are each so unique that they each require their own world building.  It is a very complex and exciting story.  The most fascinating part of its creation is making it possible!  Can I really create a near perfect world?  How different from us would it be? What challenges would they face in being part of our not so perfect universe?  What if you accidentally found yourself there how would you get back home and would you want to? How would a “paradise” come to be in a universe ruled by survival of the fittest?  Could it come about as a result of immense death and destruction?

Lots of these questions have been resolved in the first 200 pages.  Our heros are lost in this world because of an incredible evil that destroyed their world.  What if the evil could follow them here?

Welcome to the writing of “The Carneeg”  (c)  Copyright 5/20/2017  Janr Ssor publications and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Drive, Delray Beach, Florida, 33484

 

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Watch “Interview With The Lifelike Hot Robot Named Sophia (Full) | CNBC” on YouTube

https://youtu.be/S5t6K9iwcdw. This is a very interesting video to me because this concept is a big part of the story I’m just completing called ‘The Carneeg.’  some of the early parts of the story have already been published on this website if you’re curious!

Are Writing And Sleep Incompatible?

I just finished my new novel’s 1st draft, 300 pages!!  I thought I’d get some rest at last. Revisions aren’t that exciting, are they? Perhaps I’ve lost my mind or was that something just reserved for kids? Here I am up at Four in the Morning, excited about revising! I know how it starts, I know how it ends….. can repainting road signs be that exciting? I think however it’s the inspiration of friends I’ve found at Indie Writers…..

There is an addiction to the creative experience that is inspired by nothing but others. What is it I want to make certain I have done? What is to exciting to wait? I’m inspired by those  in my writing group, who I hope like me can’t wait for enough light to again be up and write!  This is how my sleep is undone…

  • Tease curiosity with Alvin Wander’s amazing technique for creating character
  • Create a culture bound to a knife held by a vulture as Walt Kuhlman does
  • Add some subtle but poetic phrases as inspired by Judy Moskowitz (or Billy Collins)
  • Add some heartfelt prose with the gentleness Evelyn Ross does
  • Every day I remember to read someone new as I learned from Gerrie Beck
  • Shine the hot spot light of stage like presence on my character’s speech- Isaac Asimov (I know he’s been here while I was asleep)
  • Or read something magical as from  John C Mannone?  (as close as the internet)
  • A a page of cruelty and violence in a very special way, inspired by Keith Darrel
  • What price can you put on such a thrill?  Authors who have have Disneyland In their backyard!  Maybe I’ve added too, by just catching fire?

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A Sexy Florida Morning

Lying in bed squeezing lids tightly closed, light seeps in under the leaky door
Filling more than the floor it splashes and thrashes washing away the dark sand of night
Spraying like a sprinkler through slices of shades, writing word rows of red marching ants.  Fresh squeezed sweet orange juice dripping, whispering memories of the evening’s passion
Covering the naked curves of sexy tanned night with strips of bright new clothes
Pulling open the shades like and old etch and sketch
Erases the wall and the Dream it did call
Warm days beyond the wall
beckon with no pall

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Why Not To Be A Doctor Or Spock –  A Prose Poem

When as a 36 year old doctor I had severe chronic back pain, Dr John Sarno took me on a journey of recalling all my childhood’s pain. The rain of old memory, cured my back pain by allowing my life’ new memory to peacefully reign. You’ll understand sooner or later, perhaps in this story.

baby-1178539_1920Remembering birth was tough, but time before it was easy. Life in the 1700’s was magnificent but that came from past life regression and this story is not about that journey, but the one after my current birth, not before. I never did manage to remember this more recent birth, perhaps because I really don’t care to or maybe can’t. I do recall however being about age one. It’s not that interesting other than for its wordless description. So I will save you a long recital by telling you it was about cycles. I recall the cycles of the sun behind my crib as day came and went through the window behind where I slept (I slept through most of it). The next interesting thing, perhaps from your viewpoint, was the periodic visitation of floating faces that made cooing noises. I knew they were “nice” as I could feel their happy thoughts. When I could stay awake, seeing them was entertaining.  By the next year, I now knew they were “people” and that with gifts of food or lack of care their visits seemed to bring joy or fear.

When I was about three sitting on the basement floor, I watched my sister assemble a puzzle and for the first time really knew disappointment. I insisted on trying but when I could not do it my mother laughed; it was the first time I ever felt abashed. I did not understand that my sister being nearly twice my age had an advantage. How I “viewed”my mother’s laugh shaped who I am forever – competitive, but mostly with myself. Mom was very creative and to this I was native. There was little TV, just building creative toys and dreams for me.

In kindergarten, the teacher told us to put on reindeer hats and parade in a circle to music and entertain our parents. I refused her, asking why I should do this?  She just got mad thinking that I dared need a reason! From then on I looked at her with derision for her very poor emotional decision. This event that day made me a father to Spock,  emotion free as a rock; though I suspect he was conceived in my mother’s laugh.  We were one and the same with just my name. 

In high school and college, sex I had to acknowledge; but joy for me was being so high on the curve that everyone else would fail. Calculus, Chemistry, Biology all the sciences, her laugh long ago determined how far I would go to leave them all in the dust. 

doctor-2337835_1920Fifty years later having joyfully invented a branch of Holistic Medicine, my patient’s pain had become dark rain. A body cooked long round the spit of the sun finally begins to fail, it ceases to run. My patients grew, old my joy grew cold, for even years after I could still hear her laughter.  It was time to leave!  After 45 years I’d earned that reprieve.

Here in Florida I met a lady who’d been my best friend 40 years ago when I had been painfully divorced.  Her eyes were failing and her surgeons flailing. I volunteered my services for a guided tour that the doctor, not Spock, should have known to abhor. Surgeons well selected, care well directed. But, years of life predicted age could not be interdicted.  Now I remember the reason to retire, watching life end inspires no great desire.

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But being a friend before life’s end is a gift of value that laughter can’t devalue.  As I sit here this morning enjoying the sun, I’m glad that from other’s pain, I chose not to run.  I cannot stop the end of life but with love and caring there is great opportunity for preparing.  

For much of my life I’m again married to a wife, who had been to many daring to be selflessly caring. Now I’m inspired, to be so desired, life’s too short to stay retired. Care given to a friend does spiritually help them mend. Her laughter faded in the ever after. 

 

The Carneeg – Chapter #3 … Help me write it!

Written By Janr Ssor – Published By Janr Ssor. Copyright 2017 by Janr Ssor and Dr Joseph A Ross, 15300 Lake Wildflower Rd, DelRay Beach Fl 33434. All rights reserved. REPRODUCTION OF THIS AND ALL TEXT ON THIS WEBSITE IS RESTRICTED! Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author and the efforts of E-Publishers to provide media in the format you want and need. — Read and comment or email  (JanrSsor(at)gmail.com) your suggestion!  Help me write it! Instructions? -> ReadHere 

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The End Of The Beginning

Back on Earth and thousands of miles away from Nilore a seemingly unconnected event was about to complicate Zearbings’ secret plans.  Janr Ssor and his co-pilot Q were just leaving Earth’s orbit in their experimental Silver S-600 mining saucer.  Using the enhanced Bussardi drive and a new inertial dampening field, they had reached the halfway point between Earth and the Moon in under six minutes after launch.   

This was their stopping point for mission review, after all, this was the first manned mission for mining asteroids with a Bussardi drive saucer ship enhanced by inertial dampening. Before the planned even faster thrust, to complete their mission, engineering review was needed and now in progress.

Q turned to Janr and in his normal hyperactive state said, “Janr, did you and Anne talk about maybe bringing back a gem for her upcoming birthday?”  Janr laughed, and said,  “are you reading my mind again?”  Q responded, “Heck that’s easy as pie! You are so excited about finding a large gem it’s just bouncing off the insides of your head!  I wish I had a girlfriend half as pretty as your Anne to bring a present to!”

Janr laughed and responded, “Anne is deserving of anything I can find. She puts up with my talking about everything: my programming, medical research or anything no matter how technical and she never falls asleep. I know I can go on and on when I am excited. I would love to bring her a souvenir since you know we are each entitled to bring at least one home as a gift for test piloting this space toy.”

MaryAnne, the Artificial Intelligence, then spoke up in a very sexy female voice, “Boys, I don’t know why they call you test pilots when a hot lady like me takes most of the responsibility for this mission!  And what about rewarding me, huh?  Janr dear, if you would take my requests seriously and make me a nice soft sexy bod, you could have a mistress who would never even expect a reward, well at least nothing physical. A curvaceous bod would be enough for me! Get the hint big boy?”  

Q said, “Janr, I can’t believe you sneaked that almost perverted personality chip into this A.I. and got away with it.  How the heck did you do that!”   

Janr laughed, placed his two hands in a steeple like formation beneath his chin and with his most studious expression said, “If you contemplated your plans and actions with the deftness and skill that I do Q, it would be elementary. You are quite aware that MaryAnne, my residential A.I. has been imbued, thanks to my genius, with the blessings of human quirkiness and sexy femininity.  I even managed to achieve this victory without a lengthy discussion with Anne. I try to plan my moves like a skilled chess master. My MaryAnne at home, knows to never use her personality chip when Anne is present or when Anne is at home with me. Actually, she is to only use it when we are alone. This is the brilliant design model I used for our friendly MaryAnne here but without those artificial restrictions.  As for sneaking it in, I will assure you that I presented a detailed logical research proposal outlining the negative effects of social isolation on human performance. As a result my work here is funded for justifiable reasons not just whim! There was no question about the logic of my proposed research. In fact, there is a twin saucer, though it’s an older model, being launched simultaneously with ours that will be used as a control in this clinical psychological research project, as I call it. It is actually occupied by two female test pilots.”

nuclear-2136244_1920The comm light suddenly began to blink, and a soft ringing repeated. It was a request for telecom access. Janr said, “MaryAnne, open this channel, please.  Immediately, the voice of Janr’s close friend, Ibrahim Neu, the director of Earth’s Luna base,  T.I.C. (Terrestrial Interplanetary Communications),  resounded through their ship in his powerful commanding voice. The screen cleared and his handsome face appeared but it was clearly filled with lines of tension Janr had never seen.  Janr always loved to listen to Ibrahim’s deep bass voice in public lectures on physics, telecommunications or the beauty of Islamic teachings, as his genius extended to all those subjects and much more.  However, this was the first time Ibrahim had ever appeared agitated. Ibrahim in an urgent tone bellowed, “Our telecommunications network is being commandeered, Janr! It is on the FM frequency that you noted from the Bussardi fusion eggs. I believe someone here is sabotaging our system I am…….”  And his communication was suddenly replaced by NASA’s emergency broadcast system.

The emergency communication CIA notice appeared as the screens flickered to form a new focus. This quickly cleared as Janr’s wife, Anne, came on screen. Her usual ivory skin and soft freckles were replaced by a nearly grey pallor and lines of tension showed around her eyes and mouth.   Behind Anne stood the president of the United States as well as several military officials who Janr knew quite well.  They apparently were in the oval office, all with very serious looks on their faces.  Anne, whose flowing red hair filled center screen,  spoke up as soon as the green connection light stopped blinking.  Her green eyes were lit with intense focus.

In a decidedly tense voice she said,  “Janr, I am speaking to you as head of the CIA.   Ten minutes ago, we received a transmission that overrode all the services of our telecommunications networks.  In it a fanatical Muslim extremist, known as Muhammad Al Zearbings, appeared and spoke to the world all at once via our commandeered Lunar Network.  He said that in just  minutes, he would begin to wipe the Earth clean of Judeo-Christian civilization once and for all.  He was going to demonstrate his power  by destroying London, Paris, New York and Los Angeles.  

We then received images of his terrorist associates standing at Times Square, the Eiffel Tower, Big Ben and Hollywood Boulevard. Each had an incredibly small football shaped device worn around their necks which he told us was a nuclear bomb like device. He then showed us images of something in their right hand that radiated brilliant red light and he told us that in ten seconds each city we were seeing would vanish forever in a nuclear blast.  

He then did so in exactly ten seconds!  Millions of Americans and our international brothers vanished in a blast of nuclear flame that left deep craters in the earth where great cities and many millions of people had just taken their last breath.  

Al Zearbings has just stated that because the Islamic people are compassionate and just, he will give us thirty minutes of prayer to ask forgiveness of Allah before he destroys the rest of us.   We have now about twenty four minutes.  He says that unlike the total and instant annihilation he has just demonstrated, he will burn our cities slowly until the nuclear fire leaves the same pit in the Earth it has where New York had been.  He will do this to cleanse even the soil from the evil we have created.  The slow burning death is to cleanse our spirits through suffering which, he claims, Allah has decreed we must pass through before we reach our final punishment in Allah’s hands.

He has also told us that for the heritage of future generations, he and his colleague, Al Anif Malik, will fly into space on a Bussardi powered saucer to video the joyous occasion for future generations.

Unfortunately we believe he can do  all he has promised!  Your experimental ship has the first Bussardi cannon as well as drive, which you were to test for mining purposes.  In truth, this cannon is also planned as a weapon for the maintenance  of peace.  We would like you to turn back and immediately attempt to use it to destroy what we believe is his headquarters.  We have it on good information that his headquarters are located in the city of Nilore in Islamabad.  Ibrahim has warned us about the FM transmissions from Islamabad and from the Bussardi fusion devices but, unfortunately, it is too late for millions!  Destroy the entire city, Janr!  It is unlikely he can use his saucer ship to activate the process; however, after you destroy the city, if you sight his ship, wipe it from existence!

It is our only hope!  The cannon is set for a focused small burst as needed for mining but we are now transmitting  the technical information showing you how to widen its beam to take out the entire city.  We believe Al Zearbings has done much the same with Buzzard fusion generators that he has told us he has planted all over the Earth.  His are set for a 360 degree pattern, we believe that is how he destroyed millions of lives just minutes ago.  

As the director of the CIA and with the support of the President of the USA and our leading Generals assembled here, we authorize and command that you take this action immediately!  You will see the security authorization on the telecom panel now illuminated.  Janr, you are to stop your ship now and reset your ship navigation for the target we have just sent your computers.  Q, you are to begin the technical modifications as Janr is navigating back to the Earth.  The tools to adjust the cannons spread are in the locker # 10  where you will see a red mechanic’s tool box.  Use the psion wrench and let the computer guide its settings with what we just transmitted to your robotics database.  To do this you will have to crawl into the panel under your dashboard and open vent # EGG-L1 which is just in front of your seat.   I am sure you recall its final installation and test adjustments on the firing range before launch last week.”

Anne’s voice rose a pitch in tone and intensity and she continued, “We now have less than twenty minutes!  I am praying that you will get to your target and be able to stop this madman before we all die.  We will stay in direct video communications as you begin this vital mission. In addition, be aware that you may see his saucer ship as you arrive at your destination, if so, it will be your secondary target.  Our prayers are with you.  If you have no questions, please hurry with all your might!”

Janr, whose forehead was now covered in perspiration had loaded the navigational changes into the system and was manually stopping all acceleration before Anne concluded her speech.   The ship was now facing the Earth and beginning to accelerate.  However, the change in destination  without pre-programmed settings caused the computer to be unable to engage the inertial dampening system and we could not accelerate as fast as we wished to without losing consciousness or being tossed against the wall and splattered there.

Q, whose hands were visibly shaking, now had the tool box and was trying to get under the dashboard but could not do so until Janr decreased acceleration.  At this rate, the computer was calculating we would not arrive at our destined target for thirty minutes!  It was way beyond what we needed.  

Janr asked Q to rush the fix and began to pre-program the target so as to be able to activate inertial dampening.  This could work.  

Anne continued to addressed them from the monitor as they worked.  With a clear effort to maintain a calm tone, Anne said,  “Janr,  we understand the issue with inertial dampening.  We agree the only way for  you to attain your target is for Q to first adjust the target spread and for you to pre-program the target.  Had we thought of the inertial dampening, we would have sent it with the target data.  Our computer is giving us a 90% chance that you will succeed in time, if you do as you are doing and pre-program the target. Once completed, it should require only  seven minutes to arrive at the attack coordinates.”

With an added sense of urgency Anne leaned forward and said,  “Proceed as you are doing and we will all survive!”

Q’s eyes were stinging as perspiration dripped into them.  He could feel his heart pounding. His mind was well focused on his task but images of the millions of people who had lived in NY, his home, refused to totally recede from his mind.

Janr’s cold hands typed commands faster than they had ever before.  His eyes were riveted to the screens as each update came closer to a final flight plan.  Other than their heartbeats and the hiss of the ventilation system, there was nothing but silence as Q and Janr hurried to make the needed modifications.  After six minutes of silence, a loud clang came from beneath the dashboard as Q closed the maintenance door.  Q ran to return the kit to the locker and sealed the door.  Running back to Janr, he looked up at the comm screen and every muscle in his body knotted up in tensions as he began to scream involuntarily. The oval office was filling with smoke and they were splashing pitchers of drinking water on each other!  Anne’s hair appeared to be smoking!  Q shouted, “What is happening Anne!  I thought we had 13 more minutes?”

Anne coughed and in a hoarse rasping voice managed to say,  “It appears this bastard has started the heating process early.  The temperature is rising insanely fast.  Please! Please help us! “

Janr looked up to see hell’s fires beginning to ignite the room in which his beloved Anne stood, despite the pounding in his chest and tears forming in his eyes, he slammed the keyboard activation button.  With his eyes glued to the screens, his ship ripped through the atmosphere in just under seven minutes and was quickly above Islamabad. The oval office had vanished from his screen and with it the sounds of screaming people dying in a fire, which Janr could only imagine. His blood pounded in his head with every beat of his heart so much that his vision also pulsed. Still, he remained focused and worked as fast as any human could. As they stabilized their position, MaryAnne, the ship’s A.I. reported a saucer launch from Nilore directly below them, the secondary target!

…………………………..  to be continued!  Have a thought?  Share it!