Emergence Collective by Joseph Hallett is a suspenseful science fiction novel. When Frank Friedman dropped out of college and left his parents’ home in 1969, he decided to hitchhike to start a new life. He was picked up by a painted school bus filled with similarly situated young adults on their way to Oregon. With no specific destination in mind, Frank decided to join their group. Their commune in the Oregon mountains consisted of fifty free spirits. Eventually, the members left the commune, except for Frank. He enjoyed life alone in the mountains with a few friends who lived nearby; however, he was bored. He became fascinated with a hole on the land that the commune had used to dispose of garbage over the years. The hole never filled up. Decades of garbage and old appliances, including refrigerators, never filled the hole. He decides to investigate the depth of the hole and engages his friends, including a geologist at a local university, to assist him. What secrets will they uncover about this mysterious hole?
Chief Master Sergeant Barney Derrick of the United States Air Force has been studying deviations in the magnetosphere. His study of the deviations over the last two years became his pet project for personal reasons. He assembled a team to accompany him to Washington state to investigate the anomalies. Mark and Trina are a young couple staying at the commune in Oregon when they find themselves in the middle of the mysteries surrounding the hole, the anomalies, and the ambitions of Barney Derrick.
This book is a page-turner. There are several unexpected twists that kept me guessing until the end. The existence of the hole is a mystery and it was intriguing to gradually learn more about it. It was captivating to see how each of the characters approached that mystery and tried to discover more about it. Each character brought a unique perspective to the investigation. The characters are what I liked most in the book. They are well-developed and interesting. Frank and his friend, Willy, had developed a deep connection over the years. Their relationship became more like family. The relationship between Mark and Trina was also well-written and realistic for a young couple. They had the unique perspective of teenagers as they investigated the strange occurrences.
Barney Derrick is a fascinating character. Without divulging any spoilers, he goes through many changes through the course of the book. Initially, he is demanding of his subordinates who accompany him on his quest. This seems natural since he is a Chief Master Sergeant. However, as the story progresses, his demands become more and more unacceptable. The contrast between Barney and Frank is significant. Their objectives and the way they treat others are vastly different. There was nothing that I disliked about this book.
I recommend Emergence Collective to fans of science fiction novels. I also recommend it to readers who enjoy mysteries and suspenseful novels. There were more than ten errors in the book, so I don’t believe it was professionally edited. With some additional editing, this book is worthy of a perfect score. Because it has more than ten errors, I give this book a rating of 3 out of 4 stars.
Tag: writing
Trying to gain exposure
This self publishing thing is frustrating when you are all but a recluse. How does one gain exposure? (seriously I am trying to figure this out) In the beginning I just sat and wrote, then it was ready so I hired a publisher, hired a cover artist (Already more money out than I expected to shell out). I am not expecting to make a living off of this I am a realist. but the passion project is getting expensive. I found onlinebokclub.com to review “Emergence Collective.” and decided to give it a whirl. see if that would generate interest, and hopefully a positive review. At this point only a few friends and the editor had read it so I was eager for fresh unbiased feedback.
It was nerve racking waiting for the reviewer to read rate a review. It took about a month, but I wasn’t dissapointed. 3 out of 4 stars. The review mentioned that there was a lot of format and gramatical errors (more than 10) and was nice enough to point out the page and paragragh those errors were, so that I could correct it. And had there not been those errors they would have gave 4 out of 4 stars. And that they felt it was not professionally edited… Here I have to defend the editor. First, as I went to page and paragrah noted, the most of errors the reviewer sited, I did not see. About half were hyphens at the end of sentences that did not belong and I did not see after looking where they pointed. My editor offered more than one round of editing, but I could only afford the first go around. That being said, My Professional editor did a fantastic job especially considering there were only about 3 or 4 actual typos and grammer issues. I will post the onlinebook club review in the next post. Anyone have any thoughts on these review places?
What is it all about? (Spoiler alert!)part2
spoiler alert! I just wanted to warn again that some of the previous post and this one has spoiler type material about “Emergence Collective.” I personally hate spoilers. I dont even like it when your watching a show, and they tease THE NEXT scene during the commercial break. For me I love the suprise and discovery as the story unfolds.
I use transcended and ascended interchangeably, even though they are not precisely synonymous. I think it still fits. I still think a lot about the nature of consciousness. What is it? Where does it come from? One of my favorite theories is that the human body is like a marionette where our consciousness pulls the strings outside the body. You cut the strings, and the body dies or is in stasis like a coma.
But where is the puppeteer? In a higher realm, a higher resonant frequency outside of conscious reality. And our brains act like a filter preventing us from experiencing that higher realm. It is only when we alter our state of mind that the filter is removed, and we can experience the true reality as its resonant frequencies are revealed. Whether it is through strict meditation or mind-altering chemicals like Ayahuasca, a potent hallucinogen that contains a chemical called DMT or dimethyltryptamine. Whatever the catalyst is that allows us to escape the prison of our brain doesn’t matter once free, and one is perceiving a higher reality, the awareness of the nature of the universe expands. We start to fully understand our place in it. Learn that we have abilities that were previously only imagination. Learn to connect with others on a deeper spiritual level, communicate and express ideas. Travel throughout the realm and defy the physics of the reality our bodies are trapped in.
I know this sounds like the ravings of a metaphysical stoner. I think I communicated the essence of these ideas in the story well enough. But wait! There’s more; however, I will not bore you any longer. I do explore these concepts much more deeply in the next book. I think that once you get your feet wet in the first book, the second will be more satisfying as you explore your own thoughts on the potential of what could be done if all of this was real. I would love to hear your thoughts on this!
Decisions, decisions, decisions….
I don’t write stories in order of events. I imagine different scenes or interactions with characters and then put the pieces together as I go. I don’t know if this is common or not. As I have most of the concept of the plot and events in mind, it is easy to pick and choose where some scenes would make the most sense to go. My dilemma now is that this is a continuation of a story. I need to fill in the gap between them. I am trying to keep in mind that not everyone starts at the beginning of the series. Say they didn’t know there was the first book and start from book two. How do I clue them into what happened previously while keeping in mind there are readers familiar with the story? I don’t want to bore those people with a rehash of the first book.
My options are to write a prologue or info dumps. I am leaning towards the prologue. It’s neat and tidy; I get all the background info out of the way. On the other hand, Info dumps can be used effectively if I want to dangle a bit of mystery to the new readers while knowing the fans of the first book are just getting a refresher. What I am probably going to do is, well, both. At least at the first draft.
I’ll write a prologue summarizing past events (which works for me too as a tool to ensure events that are important to point out are in order). Then, as I add more to the story and build plots, I can scatter that information into critical points. Who knows, I might end up doing a combination of the two. Where I omit certain things from the prologue and drop them into the story like little knowledge bomblets.
Who knows how this is going to end up. I’ve mentioned before that sometimes I am as surprised by the story as the audience.
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Whats in your bag of tricks?
I make a lot of rules or tricks for myself when doing different projects. Things I keep in the back of my mind to stay consistent, or just keep things straight in my mind. When I was writing “Alone” I had to keep the twin characters straight and not confuse myself about which one was which. My solution was to name the right side twin (they were conjoined at the head) was named Randolf and the Left side twin was Luis. I would love to hear what tricks or tips you use.
Sometimes uncharted waters are the best place to go.
I’ve heard that to be a good writer, write what you know. That is solid advice; you are an expert about “what you know” than writing about something you have no experience in. I may have broken that rule or bent it, or maybe just dated its cousin. Writing Emergence collective began organically enough; I was writing a science fiction novel primarily about a hole in the ground that never filled up. But as the story grew (started writing itself, really), things went in unexpected directions.
I discovered I was exploring some deep spiritual and metaphysical ideas. I, however, am, for one thing, a Skeptical scientist. I am a literal rocket scientist. I am very non-theistic as opposed to Atheism, which is very anti-religion. So when my story evolved into one that went in a spiritual direction, I just went along for the ride. I listened and questioned people about opinions and ideas in this subject and drank the proverbial cool-aid for the story’s sake. I am not trying to be vague on purpose, just trying not to spoil the story if anyone wants to read it. I keep finding myself trying not to tell people. Hey! Read my book, but I don’t believe any of it. In the end, I tried to do justice to those who are spiritual, while adding my own science fiction spin to it. I think I did a good job. Let me know how I did!
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Character snapshot: Mark and Trina
It’s a character snapshot, but these two characters are equally important together as they are apart, so I decided to lump the snapshot together. I really enjoyed writing the relationship between these two. I really wanted to express the kind of purity of love two people could share if they had the freedom of innocence….
Mark’s beat-up Honda fishtailed around the corner of the driveway and then skidded to a stop in a cloud of dust in front of the longhouse. Trina had a white-knuckle grip on the dashboard as if she was holding on for dear life. “Why do you have to drive like a crazy person?” she shouted, but the look on her face was one of excitement rather than terror. “Umm, because it’s fun?” he said with a chuckle. “Well, here we are. Let’s find the best cabin before anyone else calls dibs.”
“Yeah, good call,” she said as she got out of the car and stretched her back. “This is a cool place,” she said as she looked around, taking in the layout of the place. “But geez, namaste much?” Mark chuckled at that last remark. “Yeah, he was the poster child for hippies, I guess. That’s probably why my dad and Grandad pretended he didn’t exist.” “I think you might be cut from the same cloth, honey, ya know? A long-hair dropout in a family of lawyers and doctors. You’re not gonna get rich, but I love ya,” she said softly.
He walked over and put his hands on her tiny waist, and pulled her close to him. “That’s how I know you love me. You’re not a gold digger. He whispered in her ear, “That makes me richer than any of ’em.”
“I think this place is making you mushy,” she whispered back. He moved closer to her ear. “It’s also making me horny.” Then he playfully swatted her butt. She pretended to be mad and started to push him away but grabbed his hand and started pulling him to the cabins. “Let’s go find us a cabin, my ‘mushy’ man,” she said and winked at him. He dared not resist as she led him down a random path. “These cabins are all in good condition. I was imagining something like sleeping in a dirty barn,” Trina said as she peered into the window of a pleasant-looking cabin. “I like this one, but I want something, ya know, a little more private.” “Anything for you, love,” he said, smiling. “Yeah, I think Uncle Frank had a lot of time on his hands and kept the place up nicely.”
They reached the end of the path at a cabin that seemed to be the farthest from all the others. Mark walked up the few steps to the porch and opened the door. “Should I carry you over the threshold?” Trina pushed past him with a smirk. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, bucko,” she said sarcastically.
“Well then,” he said with an exaggerated bow, “after you, m’lady,” then followed her in.
Character snapshot: Willy Winston
Writing Willy’s character was fun. I like characters that can be equally tough and tender…
Willy turned around to face his friends and make sure everyone was out and ok. Sandy started to sob and fell to her knees as Jonny put his arm around her. Frank, still huffing from his sprint, bent over to catch his breath. Gregory and Daniel looked around, frantic.
“Where’s David?” Gregory asked in an awkward girlish-sounding voice. Frank stood up straight and looked toward the tent.
Sandy gasped. “Oh, oh my God!” she cried, seeing the tent collapsed.
Gregory and Daniel rushed over to the tent, calling his name. Willy and Frank followed, quick to help, struggling to find the tent opening in the darkening light of the sky. Frank froze cold. He looked down, and his voice turned a chilling tone of horror. “Blood,” he whispered, forcing the word out of his mouth.
Willy looked down at where Frank was staring. Fresh splats of blood dripped at Willy’s feet.
Frank looked up at Willy. “You’re bleeding, old man,” he said with a relieved tone.
A trickle of blood ran down from Willy’s forehead and nose into his beard. He reached up and touched his forehead, searching for injury. “Oh,” he said with a nonchalant tone as he pulled a toothpick-sized piece of cable from his head. “Would ya look at that.”