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Questionable Minds: Meet the Protagonist

“Simon Taggart’s plunge into the abyss happened in an instant.

Col. Moran, seated at the dining table on Simon’s left, had said something to the Duke of Falsworth about a fellow hunter Moran had known in India committing suicide. Falsworth snidely observed that given the man’s debts, hanging himself had been the only possible solution.

And suddenly Simon was standing in the drawing room again. Staring up at Agnes in her white nightgown, hanging from the ceiling with her tongue protruding, her face blackened. Rage consumed him at the memory, rage at the men who’d brought about his wife’s death. Pearson Bartlett, mesmerist. The Guvnor, who’d given Bartlett his orders. And behind them, the unknown man who’d paid to have Agnes slain.”

So Questionable Minds opens. As you can tell, Simon is not a happy man.

Up until Agnes’ death, Simon’s life was good. The Taggarts are baronets, which is very low-raked as aristocrats go, below even earls. The Taggart baronetcy is old, however, which gives Simon confidence. So does his wealth: the Taggarts are good at marrying rich and Simon’s American mother was a particularly wealthy heiress. Life peers (the title can’t be passed on to the next generation) are often insecure in their new status; a Taggart is never insecure.

Simon’s marriage to Agnes was to further the family fortune. Like so many aristocratic marriages in that era, it was understood that once Agnes provided a male heir “and a spare” she’d be free to take other lovers; he, of course, could take them a lot sooner. It never sunk in that Agnes was in love with him. Finally she took drastic steps to make him aware of it (no details, they involve a major spoiler). This didn’t change his feelings towards her but he did restrain himself from sleeping around. He was still a bit of a flirt, though, so when he came home one night and saw Agnes had apparently killed herself, Simon blamed himself. Clearly he’d given her the wrong idea; in despair she’d committed suicide.

Fortunately Inspector Hudnall of Scotland Yard spotted the signs that she hadn’t acted of her own free will. Bartlett had compelled her to do it. Why? He’d been paid a sizable sum, funneled through the Guv’nor, the mysterious overlord of London crime. Nobody besides the Guv’nor could say who’d put up the money.

From that moment on, Simon has had two goals. One is to find the Guv’nor and learn who had Agnes murdered. It’s not easy: the Guv’nor is Professor Moriarty and even Sherlock Holmes took years to learn that. In my world, Moriarty is ten times as cautious, setting up his organization so that even human telegraphs (i.e., mind readers) can’t learn who he is.

Simon’s second goal, although he doesn’t really think of it as such, is to be a better person. He gives generously to charity, helps investigate crimes even when they don’t involve the Guv’nor and if he ever marries, he intends to marry for love. Though as his mother reminds him, that may not be practical: the Taggart estate and title pass to sons only, and Agnes’ only child is young Ann. If Simon doesn’t beget an heir, his obnoxious, idiot cousin becomes the next baronet and probably spends Hollowcroft, the family estate, into bankruptcy.

Simon’s biggest asset in fighting crime — the reason Scotland Yard puts up with him — is that he has something unique: mental shields. Telegraphs can’t read his mind. Mesmerists can’t control him. Clairvoyants don’t see him. Vampires, mentalists who drain mental energy from other, can’t affect Simon. That’s how he discovered his strange gift: fighting the vampire Asquith Varney, he survived the latter’s attack, then eventually learned why.

The reaction to his gift is mixed. Scotland Yard respects it but many people think of it as a deformity. Mental power is clearly the next great step in human evolution; sure, not everyone has powers yet but to be completely cut off from the evolutionary advance? What did Simon do in his past life that he deserved this curse? He gets several letters a week from spiritualists and others offering to “cure” his condition. But from his point of view, it’s a blessing.

His biggest weakness is that his trauma over finding Agnes hanging manifests in extreme anger. He’s violently assaulted members of the Guv’nor’s organization in hopes of beating information out of them. When the bad guy threatens Ann in Questionable Minds, Simon’s response is not a rational one.

Simon’s biggest fear is that his anger and his urge for revenge are consuming him: if he had to choose between capturing the Guv’nor and saving Ann or his mother, he worries that he’d let them die to bring himself peace. Dealing with his trauma and his fear is the emotional arc of Questionable Minds, just as stopping Jack the Ripper is the plot arc.

Next week: the women of the book.

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It’s a trap — and I walked right into it!

Not really trapped but I do perhaps feel a little hemmed in. As it’s by good stuff and I had a good week, perhaps it’s more that I’m a bird in a gilded cage?

Yesterday McFarland mailed me the PDF of The Aliens Are Here for me to proof, edit and index. This is quite a job, especially the unimaginable tedium of indexing. Due by early September (the book comes out late that month). And wouldn’t you know, after a couple of months of quiet, Leaf suddenly has a ton of articles available. And one of my other clients wants me to do an accounting article.

I think this will rule out any chance of writing any more fiction this month. But that’s okay: I knew the proofs would arrive, I know from experience how much time it takes so I was prepared to drop everything. Well, except the paying stuff.

Oh, and I have a story I need to approve the edits on. I got an email Monday offering to buy Death Is Like a Box of Chocolates and of course I said yes. I got the email today saying they’d done the edits, would I take a look please? But hey, that’s a job I’ll do with pleasure.

I’ve also got some work to do on promoting Questionable Minds. That’ll have to wait, but it can’t wait too long.

But that’s a boatload of sudden deadlines when I normally don’t have any. I’m not really complaining because it’s all good, I just wish the timing had been spaced out. Still, having too much work as a freelancer is better than not having enough work.

Prior to everything heating up, I went over Don’t Pay the Ferryman and I think it’s in good shape. I’m ready to give it a final edit, but obviously not right now. And I finished this draft of Impossible Takes a Little Longer. It’s not looking as good but a first shot at replotting went surprisingly easily. Possibly the problems are more fixable than I thought. Again, not something to tackle right now.

Oh, I also had a filling adjusted yesterday. And posted a couple of articles at Atomic Junkshop, one on the debut of Marvel’s SHIELD and another on comic reboots that missed the point.

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The Dismal Diarrhea of Defeat!

I thought I would end July with a productive week.

Alas, not so much.

I spent last weekend at ConGregate, a Winston-Salem con, and had a great time. I was on eight or nine panels, chatted with a lot of NC writers I know and discovered an excellent coffee/tea shop across the street (really good loose leaf tea). The hotel restaurant was reasonably priced. I also picked up some good used books at a sale table (two Philip K. Dick, one Andre Norton) though that kept me from buying anything new from my friends.

There was also a nice moment on one panel — I forget which one — in which I was commenting on how many of my stories get turned down of late, and John Hartness of Falstaff Books commented “and yet, you’re in this side of the table as a published author.” I think I needed to hear that.

Oh, and I sold one of my books after one of the attendees heard me give a reading from The Wodehouse Murder Case.

I came home Sunday and decided to devote Monday to various tasks around the house, such as finding a contractor to fix a small siding problem. Then back to work Tuesday. In hindsight, not the best call … and not productive on the task side either. Neither of the contractors I asked for quotes were free to do the job.

Monday afternoon, Trixie began demanding to go out and crap every couple of hours. The poop wasn’t as runny as in some times past, but it was semisolid at best, and in remarkably small quantities every time. Knowing this could keep up a while, I volunteered to sleep with Trixie in the spare bedroom (the shot of her in the laundry basket has no relation to her being ill, it just looks cute) so that TYG could get some sleep. Sure enough, every couple of hours Trixie decided she needed to go out. I’d thought I might be able to work in between walkies as I wouldn’t get back to sleep but various matters distracted me so no sleep and no work.

Needless to say, I was a total wreck Tuesday, unfit for work; besides sleeping I think I might have done some blogging, but not much else. We tried making an appointment for Trixie but had to settle for Wednesday. Tuesday night passed without problems and I slept like a log. So soundly I woke up late which left me off-balance the rest of the day. I know it’s a weakness but I really need a couple of hours before the dogs join me downstairs if I’m to get my head in the game.

As Trixie seemed fine we canceled the appointment, then guess what happened Wednesday night? I slept through it with an Ambien — I was going to drive the car to our dealer for some servicing and I wanted to be awake for that — but we canceled that and made another appointment for Trixie that day. The doctor decided the antibiotics from her UTI might be the cause. We have her on a concentrated probiotic regimen for a couple of days. Last night she slept with me in the spare room again, just in case. She had no problems but as often happens the night after I take Ambien, I didn’t sleep well.

So the long and short of it is I got next to nothing done. What I did accomplish included proofing the golem article I worked on last year and doing some promotional work for Questionable Minds. I signed up for a blog tour to promote it so I spent Thursday getting a lot of details for that in place. We’ll see if it gets results down the road.

I didn’t get my exercise routines or most other routines done this week either. Though looking over my July goals, I got way more of them done than usual, and all the important ones done. That’s cool, even if this week doesn’t feel that way.

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Minds over matter: the development of mental powers in Questionable Minds

The key development that turned the world of Questionable Minds into a steampunk setting happened about 17 years earlier, when Edward Bulwer-Lytton encountered the Vril-Ya.

In our world, Bulwer-Lytton is best known for inspiring the Bulwer-Lytton Contest for writing a terrible parodic opening line. He is not well thought of. Back in the Victorian age he was quite successful, with a string of popular novels including Last Days of Pompeii, Paul Clifford and a fictional account of the subterranean, psionic Vril-Ya, The Coming Race (I had to make a conscious effort to remember my novel’s characters will not sneer at him the way we do now). In the world of Questionable Minds he encountered the subterranean Vril-Ya for real and returned to the surface with knowledge of their psionic technology. He used this to create the first Lytton Rods, which enable people who have latent psi-energy — not everyone does — to tap their powers. He is now Viscount Claren.

Around 1880, Madame Blavatsky, the founder of theosophy, took things a step further. Guided by her cosmic masters (who didn’t exist in the real world), she showed it was possible to train and develop mental abilities without a Lytton Rod. This was a major game changer, obviously, getting her a baronetcy.I didn’t want things to sound too much like contemporary SF so I worked on the terminology. Psi power in general is known as mesmerism. The various types include levitation (TK), mesmerism (mind control), human telegraphy (mind probes and mind-to-mind communication), incendiary (pyrokinetic), electrician (casting small amounts of electrical power), healing and clairvoyance (what it sounds like). There are also multiple odd powers that have been recorded once or twice but no more.

As Bulwer-Lytton was English, he gave his research to the British crown. Blavatsky built on his work. As a result, England is the only nation with a significant population of mentalists though this hasn’t had a major impact on the world stage yet. For the English, this is just proof God is an Englishman; they can’t imagine their monopoly won’t last. Indeed, China has already developed its own forms of mental disciplines, which revolutionaries there are using to work against the British Empire.

The development of mentalism is widely seen as the next step up in human evolution. There’s no “kill the mutie” hatred here, but there is a lot of unease around class and gender issues. One aristocrat complains early on that marrying a mentalist if you’re not one is insane — how can a man be master in his own house if a woman can just levitate him out the window? And England has developed clear, arbitrary rules for relating class and mentalist power. Among the upper classes, physical power such as levitation is an embarrassment; telegraphy or mesmerism among the lower orders is a threat.

How this will affect society by, say, 1914 and the start of the Great War, I do not know. If the book sells, however, I’ll have an incentive to figure it out.

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Sleepless, again

The past week my sleep has been very poor. I’m not sure if it’s bleed-through stress from TYG getting stress or summer heat, which often messes up my sleep patterns. Of course, I have the option to start work early, then nap later, but I’m still feeling rather worn out right now.

That contributed to becoming very disorganized this week. It didn’t help that first thing Monday morning we took the dogs to their physical therapy (feel free to laugh, but it really helps them). Then I’d planned a relatively light day of work because I was also taking Trixie in for a checkup to see if her UTI had gone away. As she was still on antibiotics I had to cancel but somehow I couldn’t cudgel my brain into making effective use of the free time. Then I had to go in to pick up the pee collection syringe, then bring it back in after collection. Little stuff like that wouldn’t, I think, have been a huge problem normally, but I was already out of sorts and tired, so …

But Trixie seems to have recovered. And I love her.I did get work done, though. I completed another Accounting Seed article. I continued redrafting Obalus, but ran out of steam — annoyingly, late enough in the afternoon I couldn’t bring myself to switch and work on something else. I suspect I’m going to need to lengthen it — the opening scenes are great, but once we transition to a fantasy setting, everything in the old draft wrapped up too fast. Doing it right will add length, I think.

I put in some work on revising the cover copy for Questionable Minds. I looked for book bloggers who are into steampunk but the list I found turned out to be a)they weren’t into steampunk; b)they charge; c)not taking reviews. Back to the drawing board.

That was pretty much it. The article took longer than it should have, and I’m off today. I shall spend some time this weekend thinking how to cudgel my schedule back into shape.

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Questionable Minds: historical research

Questionable Minds draws heavily on fiction, as I mentioned in my last post about the book. But it’s set in a historical period and while mentalist powers will undoubtedly change that history by 1900, in 1888 things are still close to real history. And I’ve borrowed quite a bit from history.First, as my antagonist, I have Jack the Ripper. Perhaps the most infamous serial killer in history — though to a large extent that’s because he’s the first modern one — he’s the big bad in this story. There are many theories about who he really was but his identity here is entirely the product of my imagination. My resource for the details is Donald Rumbelow’s excellent Complete Jack the Ripper. Rumbelow isn’t pushing any particular theory of his own which makes the book that much more credible.

Madame Helena Blavatsky, the founder of Theosophy, plays a supporting role. In our world she’s a huckster with a compelling line of mysticism; in my book she’s one of the primary teachers of psi-disciplines (I’ll get into that side of things in a later post), passing on the wisdom of her spirit guides. My main source for research was Peter Washington’s Madame Blavatsky’s Baboon.

Writing in a historical period requires getting the flavor of assorted little details: food, polite dining, clothes, how you address a duke, card games. Daniel Pool’s What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew is really the go-to source for all such information. Written primarily to explain Victorian society to people who still read Trollope, Austen or Dickens, it works well for writers to. Matthew Bunson’s Encyclopedia Sherlockiana, making similar explanations to Holmes fans, was another useful asset.

Sarah Wise’s The Italian Boy is set several decades earlier than Questionable Minds but it’s very good at showing the deep resistance England had to creating a big, professional police force and how strange much of modern policing seemed to the English at the time. The idea police were rather seedy thugs remained strong for a long time, and that plays a role in shaping the clairvoyant Miss Grey and her goals.

The British Empire was, of course, a huge deal for the Victorians, and would remain so on into the 20th century. Novelist George MacDonald Fraser (no relation) has written about how huge it loomed in British minds in the 1930s; one of my older teachers spoke of the colonies gaining independence with a great sadness. Not everyone was down with this Simon’s hated half-brother, Francis Duquesne, is devoted to undermining the Empire in the name of freedom worldwide (how? Well, read the book and see). There were real-world anti-colonial groups in England back in the day; while I don’t do much with them in Questionable Minds, if I ever write the sequel that will play a large part.

I’ll discuss class and gender in my next post on the book, along with the history of mentalist powers.

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Questionable Minds and the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

Questionable Minds has been in the works a long time.

I started it in the late 1990s. I knew at the time I wanted it to include some characters from Victorian fiction along with my own creations. A part of me was annoyed when Alan Moore did it League of Extraordinary Gentlemen — would editors just assumed I’d ripped LXG off?

Probably note. Unlike Moore, most of my core cast are original characters. And plenty of other creators have borrowed from Victorian fiction since then, from TV’s The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne to Viola Carr’s Electric Empire books. The advantage of taking so long to sell QM (and ultimately, of course, accepting it hadn’t sold and moving on to self-publishing) is that if my use of fiction doesn’t stand out, it doesn’t scream Knock Off either.

Another plus: Sherlock Holmes is out of copyright. He doesn’t appear in the book, but plenty of his supporting cast do, and I no longer have to file serial number off.

Moriarty casts a large shadow over the setting. While Simon doesn’t know this, Prof. Moriarty is the Guv’nor, the mysterious overlord of London crime. Moriarty’s off-stage but his right hand Colonel Moran plays a large role — my protagonist, Sir Simon Taggart, knows him socially. Jonathan Clay, the schemer of “The Red-Headed League” also has a role.

Dr. Henry Jekyll plays another role. As far as anyone in my alt.timeline knows, Edward Hyde blackmailed the respectable medical researcher over some youthful indiscretion; Jekyll’s lawyer Poole found evidence of Hyde’s crimes and forced the man to flee to the continent. Since then Jekyll has devoted himself to good works, helping London sex workers start new lives. I assume most readers will realize this official history may not be entirely accurate …

Like Moriarty, Sax Rohmer’s Fu Manchu is very active behind the scenes. In the novels, his primary goal was to overthrow Western imperialism and restore China to independence and great-power status, so I’ve gone with that as his motivation. The Rohmer books are still racist and Fu Manchu is embodies the Yellow Peril villain but I hope my use of him won’t be offensive. If it is, I’ll accept the criticism.

Madam Sara, a creation of LT Meade and Robert Eustace plays one of Simon’s allies. Yes, she’s a murderer and a poisoner, but she has valuable connections in the underworld and the mentalist (as psychics are called) community. Nevertheless, Simon suspects that some day they’ll wind up working against each other — but not in this book. I do recommend the original stories.

Several other characters don’t play a role in the book, but I do mention them in passing. Inspector Lestrade. Anne Perry’s Inspector Pitt. Loveday Brooke, a professional woman PI created by Catherine Pirkis. Simon’s lover Janet mentions being trained in lockpicking by the Artful Dodger. There’s probably a couple of others I’m not thinking of right now.

Next week (probably), a history of psychic powers in Questionable Minds.

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Cover reveal for Questionable Minds

At last! Courtesy of my friend, Samantha Collins, who’s both an artist and a writer, here it is:A Victorian world where psi-powers work. Dr. Jekyll, having escaped the shadow of Edward Hyde, works ceaselessly to help women of the streets. Professor Moriarty rules the London underworld. Jack the Ripper is at work in White Chapel. Baronet Simon Taggart is unique, gifted with shields that can withstand any psi-attack. When Red Jack’s true motive for the murders becomes clear, Simon may be the last line of defense.

The book will be out this fall. More details soon.

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I defied the dizziness!

Despite the unpleasant vertigo I endured this week, it was, once again, enjoyably productive. I finished the rewrite of Questionable Minds — it turns out I did a really thorough job last go round. Now it’s a matter of a)spellcheck, b)getting a cover and c)setting a release date so I can do some promotion. I really liked the cover artist I was working with but I think she may be overloaded with work and stress. We shall see.

I did a rewrite of Oh the Places You’ll Go! and it’s 95 percent solid. The 5 percent is that the ending still feels like it needs something and I’m not sure what. I rewrote it so it pays off what I set up the beginning but it still feels like it needs more. Only I’m not sure what. I may recruit an extra beta reader to give it a look-see. I also submitted a couple more short stories and wrote a few Leaf articles.

I rewrote the first chapter of Southern Discomfort to put it in Maria’s first-tense. It does add to her personal tension and maybe makes her a little more likable. I don’t think it ramps up the tension as much as my first feedback suggested, but we’ll see how I feel after a couple more chapters.

Snowdrop is now routinely exploring the house when he comes in, as in this shot where he’s descending from snooping around the second floor.TYG successfully put a collar with a bell on him early this week. He protested a lot and tried to bite it off, but it’s still on him several days later. It’s a little harder to hear him than Wisp as his floof mutes it some. Below, he and Wisp debate control of the couch. Never mind where I get to sit.Next week will probably not be so smooth. I have our car’s annual inspection (assuming I’m not too vertiginous to drive), the housekeepers come in for their monthly gig and we’re getting a new dishwasher installed (can’t wait!). But I’ve accomplished so much this month already, I won’t feel too bad if things slow down to a crawl.

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I slept well this week. I imagine DST this weekend will fix that

Switching back and fro from Daylight Savings Time to Standard has disrupted my sleep schedule (and millions of other people’s) for years. As I’ve aged, it gets worse. There’s a bipartisan push in Congress to end the switch; I hope it works.

But for some reason I did sleep remarkably well this week, even with Wisp occasionally in the bed with me and demanding petting. Getting a full night’s sleep sometimes works against me — being able to work uninterrupted in the early morning has some advantages — but this week it didn’t. Partly that’s because my various projects require research reading and research viewing (for Alien Visitors) which makes it easier to squeeze in a little extra work. The doggy care wasn’t particularly demanding, though I am getting quite wiped after lunch walkies. Thinking back, it’s the first time since Trixie’s injury last year that I’ve been giving her a full morning walk while it’s still cool enough for a full lunch walk. Apparently that and the heat is taking its toll. I’m going to try hydrating heavily before lunch walks next week and see if that helps. I sure hope so — there’s no way I can rejigger my schedule to avoid working in the afternoon. Though in a couple of months it’ll probably be too hot for big walks anyway.

So what did I get done while I was so wonderfully rested?

I did my Leaf articles, of course, though there were fewer to claim than I expected. I made it up by doing a couple more pieces for the Veterans Network website (my first article, on K9 Veterans Day, is already up). This looks like it will be a steady source of additional work, which is always welcome. I also spent an hour chatting with my friend Lisa Wildman, who works there, about the gig and what they’re looking for.

I did a lot of reading on golems and wrote a rough first draft of the paper. I still have more reading to do, but having it down on paper gives me a much sharper idea where I’m going, which is reassuring. I also took time out of Wednesday to go pick up some research reading from the Durham Library. Normally I’d have waited for the weekend but I had a couple of other errands that needed doing, so …

I started the final draft of Chapter Four of Undead Sexist Cliches. It needs more work than I hoped, but it will get the work until it’s good to go.

I skipped working on Questionable Minds as I mull over a couple of edits I’m not sure about. I got a little bit of work done on the Alien Abductions chapter of Alien Visitors. I’m starting to get a feel for that subgenre faster than I thought.

Oh, and I published a blog post about DC’s Kobra over at Atomic Junk Shop.

Overall a satisfactory week. Fingers crossed DST doesn’t disrupt the flow too much next week.

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