tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38094358869504495092023-06-20T06:17:58.381-07:00SPACE INVADERS !My-work-in-progress-novel. Copyright (c) Andy Sewina 2008-2010. All rights reserved.Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-65971219609779759712010-01-16T10:37:00.001-08:002021-02-28T07:37:00.629-08:00Zblog #12<span style="font-size: large;"><i style="color: purple;">Zblog #12</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: blue;">VERY IMPORTANT PEOPLE</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Phew, is it really January 2+10 already? Okay then, watch this space. One of the things about being old is that you can look back on your life and remember people and incidents that happened way back in the past. In my life I've met a number of very important people, I didn't know that they were important at the time, but looking back, I now realise that they were/are. </span>Anyway, one of these VIP's told me that 'The more you do in life, the more you're asked to do.' Have you ever noticed that? Well I have, and at the moment, I'm up to my eyeballs in projects, but a promise is a promise, is a promise, so I'm back! And I'll be posting here again on a regular basis, so watch this space!!<br />
<div style="color: blue;">THE STORY SO FAR</div>Yes this will be up soon!Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-59488061730750266742008-12-02T13:53:00.000-08:002021-02-28T07:38:55.010-08:00January<div style="color: #cc33cc; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Please note that owing to a technical difficulty<br />
I will be unable to post to this page <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">until</span><br />
January 2010. Sorry folks!<br />
</span> </div>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-47250226886749866832008-10-20T02:19:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:41:50.025-08:00<span style="color: #3366ff;">THE STORY SO FAR<br />
<span style="color: black;">is coming soon!</span><br />
</span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-84961863881969707502008-09-22T16:37:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:46:06.920-08:00Zblog #11<span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #990000; font-style: italic;">Zblog #11</span></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #3366ff;">PHEW!</span><br />
Well, sorry everybody about the delay in getting back to you. I know some of you thought I'd given up on this little project. Sorry to disappoint you. I'm back and nearly back in business. First I need to kick-start the old computer which has all my Space Invaders stuff on it. I know what you're thinking, you're thinking why doesn't he just get a memory stick or put it on disk? If only it was that easy. The old pc doesn't have a usb port and the disk drive is a floppy one whereas this machine only has a cd type thingy. Anyway...<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">POSTING</span><br />
I'm going to be posting new stuff to Space Invaders! this week, but I'm not sure which day yet. So, this is what I'm going to do. I will e-mail each new post out to anybody who leaves their details on this <span style="font-style: italic;">Zblogage</span>. You can of course if you prefer, contact me by e-mail, my details are in my complete profile which you can clink-the-link to from my right-hand side-bar.<br />
<span style="color: #ff6666;">UPDATE<br />
<span style="color: black;">Okay, I don't expect people to leave their e-mail address on this blog or any other place on the web for that matter but you can leave a comment saying you want me to e-mail the next post to you and send me an e-mail with your address on it under plain cover, so to speak. Many thanks to Stan, Lynn, Dave and Kevin who I know read every word on these pages and thank you to all of my readers new and old alike for sticking with me. We are very close to revealing the next chapter...</span><br />
</span></span></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-14310576267582253952008-07-31T17:42:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:47:20.961-08:00Back in September..<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;">Sorry Folks!</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="color: #3366ff; font-weight: bold;">Gone Camping!</span></span></div>Will post as soon as possible..<br />
Have you tried my other work-in-progress-blog yet?<br />
<a href="http://gobsplot.blogspot.com/" style="color: #cc33cc;">Gobsplot.blogspot.com</a>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-29231272324065736242008-07-22T14:43:00.001-07:002021-02-28T07:47:43.113-08:00Zblog #10<span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Zblog #10<br />
</span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #3366ff;">MUNDANE MADNESS<br />
<span style="color: black;">Try as I might I just can't seem to win with this blog. I've been over at my other blogs and at other peoples blogs and have had absolutely no trouble posting whatsoever but on Space Invaders! nothing seems to go right. I think the problem is that I use a different computer for my-work-in-progress-novel and the connection is really slow. It is however, linked to the machine that I'm bashing the keys on now so you wouldn't think that there would be much difference but unfortunately there is.</span><br />
</span></span><span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 100%;">BACK IN BUSINESS<br />
<span style="color: black;">Okay then, back to the <span style="font-style: italic;">nitty gritty</span>, we've just finished Charlie Chapter Three and I can't decide whether to go back to <span style="font-style: italic;">The Party People</span> or to press on with <span style="font-style: italic;">Jason's Mission</span> in Delta Chapter Four. In some ways I want to go back and visit the devious and deluded <span style="font-style: italic;">General Ratz </span>and his buddy <span style="font-style: italic;">The Major</span> and to find out what plans they're hatching right now. On the other hand I'm itching to see if <span style="font-style: italic;">Jason</span> can unlock the secrets of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Metropolski</span>. I guess you'll have to wait for my next posting to find out which route I take.</span><br />
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</span></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-84590570052803039242008-07-08T16:40:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:48:25.535-08:00CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post five)<span style="color: #3366ff;">CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post five)<br />
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: black;">The security man stands in front of the presidents desk in a private side room. The room is soundproofed and only personell with the highest clearing are allowed in. "Okay sir!" says the Security man, "I'll arrange for a mission to be sent."<br />
"Tonight!" barks the President.<br />
"Yes sir, Mr President! Tonight!"<br />
"Jason," begins the President, addressing the security man by his first name. "I sent for you because I believe that you're the man for the job. When you volunteered, you confirmed that for me."<br />
"Thank you sir."<br />
"Jason, you won't thank me when you find out the extent of the mission."<br />
There is a silence in the already very quiet room, it is the President who speaks again first. "You will leave tonight for the east, our people have arranged for you to take the place of a journalist on a student trip... these are your papers, the orders are in the envelope. Good Luck Jason."<br />
"Thank you sir," he replies and before he leaves the private office, he adds "I'll need it over there."<br />
</span></span></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-49166356176546889912008-07-01T15:21:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:49:11.746-08:00Zblog #9<span style="color: #990000; font-family: verdana; font-size: 130%;"><i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Zblog</span> #9</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">MARCHING ON</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Slowly the story is marching along nicely now. We'll soon be at the end of the third chapter, in fact I'm going to wrap it up this week. Then we can move on to see what's happening elsewhere. I've got a new character in my head Natasha, I think I may have mentioned her on an earlier <i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Zblog</span></i> posting. Anyway, it appears that Natasha's son mysteriously disappeared only an hour after he was born, not only that but another boy who was born in the same maternity room on the same day as Natasha's son also went missing... The plot thickens!</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">DEFECTED?</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">If you've been reading the recent postings to <i>Space Invaders!</i> you'll know that a top agent has defected from <i>The Party Peoples Republic</i> to the <i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">FreedomLanders</span>.</i> But who is it? and just how important is the information he carries? Not only that but why has he defected now? The answers to all of these questions will be revealed as you read on... Well, in Chapter Four anyway!</span> <span style="color: #3366ff;">UPCOMING</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Where am I up to with the overall work? And what can you expect to see on these pages in the coming weeks? First things first, I'm only actually up to where you can read up to, this is an <i>Online Novel</i> as far as it goes, by that I mean, that I'm writing it in little snippets directly onto the web page. This work is very much a first draft warts an' all project. As for other stuff that I intend to post soon, I want to scan the original <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">play script</span> of <i>Space Invaders!</i> that I wrote in Manchester's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Withington</span> Library in 1984 and post it on this <i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">bloggage</span>!</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">FULL CHAPTER</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;"><span style="color: #330000;">Another thing I'm in the process of doing is pasting all the snippets together to make a full chapter. At the moment I'm working on Chapter One and later this week I will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">reposting</span> it as a complete chapter. The idea is to knit all the bits together and post them as full chapters, there will be a <i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">clickable</span>-link</i> to transport you from the latest post to the start of an unbroken and hopefully readable chapter. So, by the time I finish writing this story, there should be a completed second or third draft version Online for you to read. Phew!</span></span><br />
<i><span style="color: #660000;">More <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Zblog</span> soon..</span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Please bookmark this site and come back often...</span></i>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-1842593088363451422008-06-30T14:07:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:49:41.614-08:00CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post four)<i><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-one.html"><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Back to start of novel..</span></a></i><span style="color: #cc33cc;"><br />
</span><br />
<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlie-chapter-three.html"><span style="color: #660000;"><i>Back to start of CHARLIE Chapter Three..</i></span> </a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post four) </span><br />
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“Correct!” Answers the President, and then adds. “The walled City, as I believe it’s called in the service.”<br />
“Sir, you do realise that none of our agents have ever been there?” The security man poses the question, carefully.<br />
The President looks at the man, and then seems to look right through him. After a chilling moment he gives his answer. “Yes, I’m aware of that,” he replies. “I know only too well the dangers involved in this kind of mission…” The Presidents voice tails off as though he’s thinking about something that happened a long time ago. “However,” he continues. “We have to, we must, penetrate the Metropolski. I’m convinced from talking with the defected agent that the Walled City holds a special clue for us.”<br />
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The security man knows that it is his job to obey orders and he thinks that if he doesn’t volunteer to go to the Metropolski, the President and worse, the Presidents staff will think that he is a coward and that just won’t do.<br />
“Sir!” he shouts, standing to attention in front of the leader of his country. “I want to Volunteer Sir!<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;"><i><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/07/charlie-chapter-three.html"><span style="color: #cc33cc;">Read on..</span></a><br />
</i></span><i><span style="color: #3366ff;"></span></i>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-18882626102760768212008-06-27T15:33:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:50:19.513-08:00CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post three)<span style="color: #cc33cc;"><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-one.html"><span style="color: #cc33cc;"><i>Back to start of novel..</i> </span></a><br />
<br />
</span><i><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlie-chapter-three.html"><span style="color: #660000;">Back to the start of CHARLIE Chapter Three..</span></a></i><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post three)</span><br />
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Just as the men start to leave the room a messenger enters and approaches the President. He whispers something that only the President can hear.<br />
“Wait!” shouts the President and immediately the men begin to regroup. “Men, we have just heard that the radio signals are getting stronger and stronger and that our satellite stations have picked up definite radio messages.” He is reading from a card that the messenger has given him. He turns it over then upside down and then back the right way. “At this minute we are trying to make some sense of them.” He says and quickly looks to Professor Kearns for support. “Correct Professor?” he questions.<br />
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“Yes, unfortunately Mister President…” The Professor ad lib’s. Then taking the messengers card he turns back to face the men. “Gentlemen, we could be on the verge of possibly the most exciting encounter in the whole history of man.” He speaks as though he has just thought of this, as though nobody knows that he is reading it off the card. “On the other hand it may be disaster if these people? are hostile!”<br />
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The same security man or perhaps another dressed and groomed just like the first one, puts in a question. “Is that likely Professor?” the man asks, “I mean, if they are hostile they’d hardly be attempting to contact us! Would they?”<br />
The professor answers him rapidly. “Well, at this stage we honestly don’t know do we? They may well not be trying to contact us at all.”<br />
The security man stares open mouthed at the professor for several seconds, finally he speaks in a squeaky voice “You mean, we er, we might’ve just stumbled onto their wavelength?”<br />
“Something like that.” Replies the Professor quickly, then adds “Only of course much more technical and very complicated.” He shrugs his shoulders and forces his mouth into a sort of grin. The others present respond in a similar manner.<br />
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The President takes the microphone back off Professor Kearns. “Men, I wanna form a special team, this morning a foreign agent defected to us and he tells a strange story of an Eastern Party Peoples plan to control the world.” The President studies the looks on the men’s faces, then continues to speak. “I know that you all have many questions to ask but really I’m as much in the dark as you all are, however, it may well help to talk among yourselves but remember that walls have ears and that none of us can be too careful in these troubled times.” He raises both of his hands into the air as though he is pleading with God, after a moment he turns back to the gathering. “Men you are dismissed!” He says and steps down from the platform.<br />
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In a soundproofed side office the President, Professor Kearns and five other men are seated at a glass topped table. It is the President who is speaking. “Men, you are my hand-picked team, my special force, it may be the case that one of you may lose his life before this thing is over. This morning as I said to you earlier, an Eastern Party agent defected to us, but what I didn’t disclose in the general meeting was that he is a high ranking official in the organisation over there. Now as everybody here knows, they have ambitions to control not only their own people but all of the peoples of this world including us.”<br />
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One of the hand-picked operatives forces the question that is on the minds of all of the other men. “By what means Sir? Is this connected with the radio signals?”<br />
The President looks at Kearns and then at Johnson, finally he turns to the man who is asking the question. “I don’t know,” he replies in a quiet voice. “I really don’t know anything any more, what I do know though, is that I want two of you men to volunteer to be sent on an investigation to the Metropolski.”<br />
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“The Walled City, Sir?”<br />
<i><span style="color: #660000;"><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/06/charlie-chapter-three-post.html">Now read on..</a></span></i>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-39607615251240787692008-06-26T13:26:00.001-07:002021-02-28T07:50:43.939-08:00CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post two)<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-one.html"><span style="color: #cc33cc;"><i>Back to start of novel..<br />
</i></span><span style="color: #990000;"><i></i></span></a><br />
<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlie-chapter-three.html"><span style="color: #990000;"><i>Back to start of Chapter Three..</i></span> </a><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;">CHARLIE Chapter Three - (post two)</span><br />
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“Men, I’ve called you together today, because of a possible State emergency.”<br />
The President starts speaking with a pained look on his face, he tries to force a smile but his acting skills are not that well honed.<br />
“Men, it seems that our Space Research Center on the coast has been monitoring radio signals from outer space.”<br />
He continues as the men exchange glances of disbelief and whisper 'Phews!' and mouth 'Wows!'<br />
“Men, I’m gonna hand you over to Professor Kearns, who will fill in the details for you.”<br />
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The aging professor steps up onto the small platform beside the President.<br />
“Thank you Mister President,” he says confidently. He turns to face the others and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. An aide hands him a very full glass of hurriedly poured water which he takes a quick gulp from and spills the rest down the front of his tweed jacket. “Well Gentlemen,” he manages to stutter at the second attempt. “There isn’t much to tell but an unknown force is seemingly trying to contact us.” He looks around the room and the President and a couple of close aides nod in agreement. Regaining his initial confidence the Professor continues to address the gathering. “As I was saying, an unknown force is seemingly trying to contact us, we are sure of this. My department informed the President this morning, resulting in this meeting. Do you have any questions?”<br />
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Everyone in the room raises their hands and one or two of the men jump up on their feet excitedly. The first person to make himself heard clearly is one of the dark suited security men.<br />
“Professor,” he says “do you see this as an indication of warfare? With Aliens?”<br />
“Well!” the professor replies, “We hope not obviously, but really it’s too early to say.” Then quickly before anyone else can distract him from his train of thought he adds, “ at this stage of, well who knows what?”<br />
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Everybody wants to ask a question now but it’s the President who takes the microphone first.<br />
“Men, we’re gonna have to call this a wrap, any business discussed here is to go no further. This is as always, Top Secret and highly confidential information.” He turns and hands the microphone back to the Professor.<br />
Professor Kearns smiles and nods his head slowly in agreement.<br />
“Yes Gentlemen, you can imagine what the newspapers, radio and TV would make of this.”<br />
The President has the final word.<br />
“Thank you for sharing with us Professor.” He says, and then to the others; “Men, we will meet again in twenty four hours time, you are free to go!”<br />
<i><span style="color: #990000;"><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/06/charlie-chapter-three-post-three.html">Read on..</a></span></i>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-5097422917342112112008-06-23T16:14:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:51:13.295-08:00Zblog #8<i><span style="color: #993300; font-family: georgia; font-size: 180%;">Zblog #8</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">MONKEY PUZZLE</span><br />
Welcome to my-work-in-progress-novel Space Invaders! Or should I say welcome to my slow-progress-novel? Anyway, I apologise yet again for getting things wrong and not posting when I said I would and so on and such forth. I really mean to write a bit each day and to post at least once a week. I know I've said it before and I meant it then too. However, things don't always work out the way you want them to, do they?<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">PROMISES PROMISES</span><br />
So this time I'm making no promises, all I can tell you is that I intend to finish this thing and that I will post whenever I can. I was just reading the excellent <a href="http://writerswhoblog.blogspot.com/">Writers Who Blog </a>site and there was a thing there that talked about writing a hundred words a day. That's a good idea, isn't it. In fact I think I'll <a href="http://writerswhoblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/novel-in-100-words-day.html"><span style="color: #ff6666;"><i>clink-the-link HERE</i></span> </a>and go back over there and read it again. Why don't you try it too? You never know, you just might like it.<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">THE STORY SO FAR..</span><br />
Okay, thanks everybody for sticking with me. We're over in FreedomLand right now in Chapter Three of our little story, the big panic in the Oval Office is the Alien Threat! What will happen? Will the nasty aliens attack? Will the Space Bods on the west coast have a solution? Or will something else emerge? Read on to find out the answers to all of these questions and much much more.. How cheesey's that? More next time...<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">RECENT POSTINGS</span><br />
Some of you may be wondering what happened to some of the recent postings and/or why there's a gap in the dates etc. The simple answer is, that I deleted several postings for technical reasons. Also to keep the continuity of the story going. I feel that I'm back on track now and that I will be making frequent postings in future. So, many thanks for visiting Space Invaders! Please tell your friends and bookmark this site and return as often as you like.Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-34689323540045371092008-04-14T17:11:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:51:50.888-08:00CHARLIE Chapter Three<span style="color: #660000; font-size: 85%;"><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-one.html">Back to the start..</a></span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;"></span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">CHARLIE Chapter Three</span><br />
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Straightening his collar, the Presidential aide takes a huge lungful of air. He looks at the stack of paper in his hand for the umpteenth time. Why do I always have to be the bearer of such bad news, he thinks to himself, as he enters the oval office. “Mr President,” he begins, “I think you should see these reports.” He hands the pile of paper to the President.<br />
“What are they?” asks the President.<br />
“Well Sir, they’re from our space center on the west coast, some of the scientists out there claim to be receiving strong radio signals from outer space.”<br />
“Outer space!” exclaims the President “Get outta here! There’s nothing out there, no intelligent life, it’s just fantasy, that’s what it is.”<br />
“Well sir, I think you should read this one” replies the aide, as he starts walking, slowly, backwards towards the exit.<br />
“Very well, leave it with me..”<br />
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The President sits in his oversized swivel chair and starts to speed read the pile of papers in front of him, he hates the thought of having to work on such a sunny day. I should be out on the green now, he thinks. I might not have time for a full round of golf but I could be potting a few balls on the lawn. Suddenly, he drops the stack of paper to the floor and jumps up out his chair. “Johnson! Johnson! Where are you?” He shouts across the large room and his voice carries into the corridor.<br />
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The Presidents aide comes hurrying back into the room, pulling the door firmly closed behind him. “Yes sir?” He enquires, breathlessly.<br />
“Johnson, I want you to call a meeting of our security people, as soon as possible,” the President starts, “and Johnson, this could be an emergency!”<br />
“Yes sir, straight away sir.”<br />
Johnson backs out of the Oval office door for the second time this morning and breaks into a run as he reaches the hallway. He carries on down the carpeted corridor till he reaches his own little office. Once inside, he locks and bars the door and pulls down the shade over the window. He picks up the telephone and asks the internal operator for an outside line. Heavily, he punches all the sevens onto the telephone keypad and the message on his screen reader says: ENTER YOUR SECURITY CODE. He presses in his personal number which the system accepts and he’s now clear to contact the coast.<br />
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</span><span style="color: #3366ff;">HAPPENINGS</span><br />
Something strange happened to my posting last week. I'm not sure exactly what but the bottom line is, that after spending ages writing the piece I was going to post, I lost it. Where it went I do not know but I can tell you that the rewritten version is safely stored on another machine somewhere.<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">CHARLIE</span><br />
The last posting, post eight of Bravo Chapter Two, actually brings us nicely to the end of that chapter and we can now go on and have a look at some different characters on/from the other side of the world and the political spectrum ideologically. The next set of <i>players</i> are <i>The Freedomlanders</i> and they are very different from <i>The Party People,</i> who we have just spent the last chapter with.<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">ALIENS</span><br />
In a lot of ways I'm itching to get back to the <i>Aliens</i>, don't you just want to know what's happenning with Arrow, Cresent and Dart? I do, but we're going to have to wait a little while yet because <i>The Freedomlanders</i> have a lot of plans of their own that we need to find out about. Oh yeah, and then we need to go back to <i>The Party People</i> and see if they've cooked up anything new before we get to go back into <i>The Dome</i>. Oh well...Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-16255567578117137662008-04-02T15:18:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:52:52.332-08:00BRAVO Chapter Two - (post eight)<span style="color: #3366ff;">BRAVO Chapter Two - (post eight)</span><br />
“Good” says Ratz, “It is good that everybody is in agreement. Now, however, I will tell you both, exactly what we are going to do!”<br />
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The General paces up and down in front of the fireplace, he doesn’t want to get his speech wrong and he knows by experience that life is one big compromise and that revolutions, even meticulously planned revolutions take time and cooperation. He leans against the table and looks down.<br />
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The Major and Karloff are sitting on the sofa nearest to the table and their necks are straining as they force themselves to make eye contact with Ratz.<br />
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“Okay, this is what we do!” Ratz begins. “The evacuation of the dome will still go ahead, the men will leave in the carrier vessels with the invader craft onboard as planned.” The General studies the faces of The Major and Karloff, looking for any sign of dissent. People are weak, he thinks to himself, but so far it looks like they agree with me.. “We will send them close enough to the enemy to be seen, but I won’t give the order to invade. How’s that?” He asks.<br />
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Karloff jumps to his feet, he is wringing his hands in a wild motion and his facial expression becomes a gurn. He is happy and he’s having trouble restraining himself. “Excellent General!” he shouts, as he jumps for joy. “Excellent, excellent!” he repeats, then adds “the perfect threat, all we need do now is convince the enemy that these aliens are in charge."<br />
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Before Karloff can say anything else, The Major stands up and adjusting his tunic he addresses Ratz. “I will work on that General, myself!” He volunteers.<br />
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For a full minute, the General stares at him. Eventually he speaks. “Very good Major.” He says, “See you do a thorough job!”<br />
<span style="color: #990000;"><i><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlie-chapter-three.html">Go to next chapter..</a></i></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-58867379074768259912008-03-25T17:52:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:53:42.229-08:00BRAVO Chapter Two - (post seven)<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bravo-chapter-two-start.html"><span style="color: #660000;"><i>Go back to the start of BRAVO Chapter Two..</i></span> </a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">BRAVO Chapter Two - (post seven)</span><br />
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Ratz, thinks about what the Major is saying and deep down he recognises that the logic being expressed by his colleague is fairly much the same thing that he’s been trying to tell them for the last twenty years. He brings both hands up to his face and drags his fingers in a clawing motion down his cheeks. He stares straight ahead, stiffening his whole body. Finally he relaxes and turns towards the Major. “Major!” He shouts. “You Genius, You Genius! We will control the world by fear, the fear of the alien threat.” He smiles, a broad toothy grin and turning to his right he addresses Karloff. “And you? What do you think?” he asks his trusted aide.<br />
“I agree with you, General.” Karloff replies.<br />
“You agree with me?” General Ratz spits out the question. “I don’t want you to agree with me, I want to know what you think about The Major’s plan. I don’t want you to tell me, you fool! I want you to tell him.”<br />
Karloff shuffles back an inch or two and regains his composure. He looks away from Ratz and speaks to the Major. “Yes Major,” he begins. “You are a genius!” He says, and touching the General on the sleeve to include him in his praise, he adds. “And General, together we will dominate the world.”<br />
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The three men are now seated at the big table. Ratz is sitting at the head and Karloff is to his left. The Major sits opposite Karloff. The Vodka is long finished and tall jugs of freshly drawn spring water with slices of lemon now dominate the highly polished surface of the giant oak table. Ratz looks refreshed and his straightened tie and buttoned jacket bear testimony to this. The General picks up the neat stack of papers that are in front of him and gently shuffles them, banging them lightly on the table. “So, you suggest we call off the attack Major, and have the aliens on display as a threat?” He looks at the Major as he speaks and stares deep into his eyes, almost forcing the Major to tell him the truth.<br />
“Yes General” Replies the Major.<br />
The General turns away and reapplies the stare towards Karloff. “And you! What do you say Karloff? Karloff shivers for a moment, it’s not cold in the oak panelled room but the General’s stare is freezing and he can feel it. “I agree with The Major.” He answers.<br />
<i><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/04/bravo-chapter-two-post-eight.html"><span style="color: #660000;">Read on..</span></a></i><br />
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<span style="color: #660000;"><i>Look out for my next posting before next Wednesday..</i></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-44106857536470403932008-03-19T17:04:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:54:23.072-08:00BRAVO Chapter Two - (post 6)<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bravo-chapter-two-start.html"><span style="color: #660000;">Go to the start of Chapter Two..</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">BRAVO Chapter Two - (post 6)</span><br />
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<span style="color: #330000;">Karloff sits down, “I rest my case…” he whispers to the major, who is struggling to carve himself a slice of cold pork from a platter on the gigantic oak table.<br />
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The major looks up at the aide, he knows that Karloff is right. Who needs another war? He thinks to himself. It’s difficult enough these days to slice a piece of meat off the bone, let alone engage the enemy on the battlefield, none of us are getting any younger, and yet…<br />
He looks at Karloff again and stuffs a handful of pink flesh between two roughly cut slices of black bread. “Leave the General to me!” he says quietly.<br />
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General Ratz is not asleep, but he is making a snoring kind of noise, his breathing is deep and loud, his head is leaning forward and his chin is resting on the stack of medals that are pinned to the chest of his uniform jacket. He is breathing through a partially blocked nose and his head rises and falls with every breath.<br />
The Major decides it is the right time for his little input to the meeting. He beckons for Karloff to come close and the two men join Ratz on the leather sofa in front of the great fire.<br />
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<span style="color: #330000;">“General, I think that Karloff is right, nobody wants just another conventional war, the great plans we made all those years ago will all come to nothing.” The Major stops for a moment and takes a bite from his crude sandwich, plum sauce oozes out from between the slices of bread and dribble down onto his white shirt. “We will be exposed, not only to our enemies, who will fight back, but also to our own people.” He continues. “We must be very careful about the way we proceed.”<br />
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“Bah!” exclaims Ratz, shaking his head frantically from left to right. “Am I surrounded by idiots?” He screams, waving his fists in the air. “Karloff, you say that the Major is right and Major, you say that Karloff is right! So, who is wrong? Me? Are you saying that everybody else is right and I am wrong?<br />
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<span style="color: #330000;">“Of course not General,” replies The Major. “However, if we can convince the enemy that a super Super power, an alien power from outer space with a superior intelligence and weapon capability has their gun sights set on them and on us, then we can pull the strings!”</span><br />
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<i><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/03/bravo-chapter-two-post-seven.html"><span style="color: #990000;">Read on...</span></a></i>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-89421609863765496512008-03-19T16:19:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:54:52.536-08:00Zblog #6<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 180%;">Zblog #6</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">REALISTIC</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Okay, I'm going to have to get realistic about the amount of posts I can make in a week to <i>Space Invaders!</i> Because every time I get enthusiastic about this novel, something else comes up that demands my time. I would love to find an hour a day to indulge myself, but I need to get real and let you know that from now on this page WILL be updated every Wednesday!</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">IDEAS</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">The ideas for this story come at the most unpredictable of times, I'll just be dropping off to sleep and <i>bingo!</i> I can see how such and such a scenario will take place. I know that you know that I already have a play script for <i>Space Invaders!</i> and </span>that all the ideas were formulated more than two decades ago, but don't you know? There's always something new!<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">NATASHA</span><br />
One of the new characters that I have dreamed up is a woman called Natasha. When I first thought of her, she was only going to have a small part in the play and in the end I never used her at all but I did write a page of dialogue for her (that I now can't find). So anyway, now that I'm writing the Novel version, I intend to find a way to incorporate her into the plot. Of course one character or thread leads to another and when you stitch 'em all together you should have a new garment. In the case of Natasha, she has led me on to discover several other new people, plots and sub-plots, conflict and subterfuge..<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">NEW READERS</span><br />
Hi there, thanks for <i>clinking-the-links</i> to <i>Space Invaders!</i> I hope you enjoy your time here. I must apologise once again, to all of my readers for not updating this page as often as I have previously said that I would. Sorry! Anyhow, new readers and old readers alike can leave a comment on any post. You don't have to belong to any organisation or pay any kind of fee, all you need to do is <i>clink-the-comment-button</i> and type a message! Of course if you need/want to contact me personally/privately you can e-mail me from the <u><span style="color: #0066cc;"><i>clinkable-link</i> </span></u>in my full profile...Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-73492621933859293102008-03-12T17:46:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:55:30.626-08:00BRAVO Chapter Two - (post 5)<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bravo-chapter-two-start.html"><span style="color: #660000;">Go to the start of Chapter Two..</span> </a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">BRAVO Chapter Two - (post 5)</span><br />
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Karloff listens intently to what the Major and General Ratz have been discussing. In his own mind, Karloff thinks that he knows more about the aliens than the other two put together. After all, he muses, I am the one who controls the film footage of the young men. He waits for the right moment to say his piece.<br />
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Ratz falls to the floor and quickly picks himself up, dusting down his huge frame and finishing the neat vodka with a slurp and a gulp. “Psychological warfare!” He screams towards the fireplace and throws his now empty glass into the flames. “Bah, we have waited so long to take our revenge, all this time we have waited to show the world…” He stumbles backwards again and lands in one of the leather seats. He screws up his face and ignores the other men’s stares.<br />
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Karloff seizes the moment, he takes up a new position, leaning on the arm of General Ratz’s chair. Quietly but clearly, he starts his pitch. “General,” he begins. “The Major may be right!”<br />
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Ratz stares at Karloff but doesn’t speak. He’s starting to think that the Major and Karloff just might have something to contribute. He used to trust them in the days of the glorious revolution; in fact they were his right and left hand men. So, perhaps they still have a trick or two up their sleeves, he concedes. He can see that Karloff has something to say and he sits back, sinking further into the lush leather seat.<br />
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“General,” Karloff begins yet again. “General, The Major may be right! If we attack our enemies with weapons they can see, alien or not in appearance to them, they will fight back and after a period of time our plans will fail – just another conventional war."<br />
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<i><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/03/bravo-chapter-two-post-6.html"><span style="color: #990000;">Read on ...</span></a></i>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-14100851788488736672008-03-10T16:17:00.000-07:002021-02-28T07:56:22.932-08:00Zblog #5<span style="color: #990000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 180%;"><i><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Zblog</span> #5</i></span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">WHERE ARE YOU?</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Where am I? Well, I'm back and I'm sorry if you missed me...</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">I won't tell you about my little trip to the Caribbean...</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">'cos that won't really help matters, will it? </span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Perhaps I could tell you that I've been working every hour god sends on this project or that... But you won't believe me will you? </span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">So, what's my excuse?</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">DREAMING</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Well, I've been dreaming, I thought that it would be easy to find the time to write an hour a day and to post a little something new to this story every evening. However, the reality of the situation is that I get so tired, that I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">fall</span> asleep and the only <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">thing</span> I'm actually able to do is dream! I don't want to just dream though, I want to dream something up when I fall asleep. So, maybe, just maybe... I'm actually working on my script when you think I'm asleep and dreaming.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">VISITORS</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Anyway, thank you for visiting this page even though there isn't anything new for you to read. I will try (again) to update daily or at least regularly, so please don't give up on me just yet. Thanks for reading, and please do come back soon!</span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-43091044055761205482008-02-25T15:57:00.000-08:002021-02-28T07:57:10.085-08:00BRAVO Chapter Two - (post 4)<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bravo-chapter-two-start.html"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 85%;">Go to start of BRAVO Chapter Two..</span> </a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">BRAVO Chapter Two - (post 4)</span><br />
The Major stands up and starts to pace back and forth. He inhales the thick cigar smoke and breathes it back into the room in a blue cloud. He pours himself a large glass of the neat spirit and drinks it down in one gulp. Karloff and Ratz watch him, waiting for him to speak. Eventually he stubs out the cigar butt in a silver ashtray and turns towards the others. “Comrades,” he begins, almost shouting. “Do you think it is wise for the aliens to attack in this way?” He asks the question with his arms doing as much of the talking as his mouth.<br />
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General Ratz, shrugs his shoulders and opens his hands answering the question with another question. “What other way is there Major?” He enquires, and then quickly adds. “Have you lost your thirst for power? He spits on the rug in front of the open fire and rubs the phlegm in to the pile with the heel of his boot. He turns his back on the Major and stares into the flames.<br />
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None of us are getting any younger, thinks the Major to himself. Sometimes, using thought instead of force might be the best plan. He consoles himself. Already though, he can hear General Ratz, shouting and bawling like a madman, just a few feet away from him.<br />
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“Well?” Shouts Ratz. “Have you lost your thirst for power? Do you not remember how good it feels to be in control?”<br />
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“No General, of course I haven’t lost my thirst for power, I remember as well as you do, how good it was to be in control. I was only suggesting that as we hold all the aces, we could use them as a bargaining power.”<br />
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“A bargaining power! A bargaining power? Have you heard yourself Major? Screams the General, turning round to face the other man. “Bah! A psychological warfare! NO BLOOD! Have you gone crazy Major?” The General spits onto the highly polished table and wipes the mess with the cuff of his sleeve. “Have you gone crazy Major?” He screams again, his big brown eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He slams his fist onto the table again and again. “Have you forgotten our glorious revolution?” He barks, starting to go blue in the face and then he sits down reaching for the very nearly empty bottle of Vodka.<br />
<span style="color: #660000;">Now <a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/03/bravo-chapter-two-post-5-karloff.html">read on ... </a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff; font-size: 130%;"></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-54980239862218819442008-02-23T07:26:00.000-08:002021-02-28T07:57:46.804-08:00Zblog #4<i><span style="color: #660000; font-family: georgia; font-size: 130%;">Zblog #4</span></i><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">CHAPTERS</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Okay, now I've started to post chapter two. You'll notice the different characters and the new setting. I call the different scenes or sections of this work chapters, only for want of a better word or description. It may well be that later on I change the way the 'chapters' are laid out or even do away with them entirely as seems to be the modern trend. One of the books I'm reading at the moment is presented this way, and it works very well. So, who knows?</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">FOOTFALL</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Part of the problem with blogging in general is getting people to read your work. I suppose in that respect it is not much different than any other form of publishing. On the one hand you don't want to force people to read your manuscript but on the other hand you don't want them to ignore you either. There must be a happy medium somewhere, but I guess the key is to keep on writing, regardless.</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">ZBLOGGING!</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">What's the Zblog! or the Zblogging all about then? Well, at the risk of confusing you and complicating matters even further... Go on then, I'll tell yer! It's an alphabetical thing, that's what it is. You see in blogger, on blogspot, well on this template anyway, I can create an alphabetical list, a list as posted or an alphabetical list reversed. So, to call the blog bit, blog one, blog two etc. would simply mess up the chapter listings. So instead of blog read Zblog! Which also means that there will be less than twenty six chapters in total.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #330000;"></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-75723429468785233372008-02-20T09:18:00.000-08:002021-02-28T07:58:40.404-08:00BRAVO Chapter Two - (post 3)<span style="color: #660000;">G</span><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/go-to-start-of-bravo-chapter-two.html"><span style="color: #660000;">o to previous posting..</span> </a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">BRAVO Chapter Two – (post 3)<br />
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Clapping and smiling, General Ratz goes over to Karloff and slaps him on the back. “Excellent! Excellent!” He tells his trusted aide. “The Freedomlanders will be fooled and our people will once again be our servants!” He continues excitedly. Then, smashing his clenched fist on the table for the umpteenth time, he declares, “We will rule with an iron fist. Karloff, you are a genius!”<br />
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Karloff is happy that the General is pleased with his work and he knows that Ratz will be even more impressed when he is shown the second reel of film. “Thank you General, thank you, this next film shows the invader craft.” He struggles once more to make the film run, but with the help of a pencil from the breast pocket of his grey suit jacket he manages. He reaches over and starts the music, it’s Vivaldi’s Four Seasons and the Major and General Ratz, start to hum along with the tune.<br />
As the images flicker onto the canvas screen, Karloff starts his narration. “This first picture is of the Invader Craft, see how sleek and powerful it looks, there is nothing in this world to match it.” He is pointing at the image with a bamboo cane and he is happy to see that the General looks pleased. However, he is not so thrilled with the expression on the Major’s face.<br />
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Regardless, he continues. “The men have been trained to operate the craft, on a need to know basis. In addition they have all been trained in warfare and with the aid of the element of surprise, they will conquer and destroy as we demand!” Karloff shouts the last sentence.<br />
<span style="color: #660000;"><a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bravo-chapter-two-post-4.html">read on...</a></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-44935700270536687852008-02-19T17:01:00.000-08:002021-02-28T07:59:04.828-08:00BRAVO Chapter Two - (second post)<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bravo-chapter-two-start.html"><span style="color: #660000;">Go to start of BRAVO Chapter Two..</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;">BRAVO Chapter Two - (second post)</span><br />
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The peace of the quiet room is suddenly shattered by the sound of loud music. "Sorry, General!" Karloff shouts above the racket, desperately fumbling with the dials on the tape player. After about twenty seconds he manages to turn the decible level down, he pops his ears and smiles apologetically towards General Ratz and the Major who are still seated either side of the long table. "Gentlemen," Karloff begins, pulling down a projector screen with his left hand and rolling his right hand in a gesture towards his superiors. He presses the button on the projector and an image flickers onto the screen. There is no sound track to the moving picture but Karloff has a music tape with Chopin and Vivaldi playing subtley in the distance. He intends to narrate the film himself. "Gentlemen, these are the men at work, we filmed them secretly, notice how alike they look, every one of them could be brothers."<br />
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The film shows what looks like a factory, there are many young men working at benches, fitting together small parts and pieces to make various components that are in turn taken away by hand-trucks to another area out of sight of the fixed camera. After ninety seconds the film ends and the noise of the plastic reel can be heard spinning round needlessly. Karloff reaches for the off switch on the projector, hoping that the bulb won't overheat before he has to show the next reel. He can hear General Ratz clapping loudly at the far end of the table.<br />
<a href="http://my-work-in-progress-novel.blogspot.com/2008/02/bravo-chapter-two-post-3.html"><span style="color: #660000;">continue reading..</span></a><br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;"></span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3809435886950449509.post-16447889926723123252008-02-17T09:25:00.000-08:002021-02-28T08:00:10.337-08:00Zblog #3<span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="color: #660000; font-size: 130%;"><i>Zblog #3</i></span> </span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">DIFFERENT DRAFTS</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">Okay, as this is a-work-in-progress-novel the version or draft that you read on this page will almost certainly change as the novel progresses. The as-I-write-it postings are actually the second draft as the first draft is the original play version of <i>Space Invaders!</i> that I wrote in 1984/85. Now that I have started to post the second chapter, I realise that a lot more work needs to be done on the first chapter - which I will do and then re-post ALPHA Chapter One as a complete chapter in a third draft version. Phew!</span><br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">INTRODUCING CHARACTERS</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">The first few chapters, or sections of <i>Space Invaders!</i></span> are taken up, to some extent, with introducing the characters. I have four main sets of characters in three different locations and a number af additional but important characters that will be seen at crucial times in the storyline. I don't want to give too much away here but I'm hoping to 'throw in' some extras that couldn't have been easily accommodated in the original playscript.<br />
<span style="color: #3366ff;">LAYOUT + DESIGN</span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">What I have found out is that there is no easy way to layout an Online novel. I've had a look at the way some other people do it and at best it's a <i>higgledy-piggledy</i> mess. </span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">So,what is the answer? Answer, I don't know! </span><br />
<span style="color: #330000;">In my case, I'm designing a format for <i>Space Invaders!</i> to grow into. Firstly, I have the wysiwyg postings. Then, I hope to do a third draft of each chapter which I will then post as a complete chapter. When I start to re-post my third draft chapters, I will have a <i>clink-the-link-thingy</i> in the side bar. Which, if I get the design right will be in reading order. For example, chapter one will be followed by chapter two etc. Am I driving you mad?</span>Andy Sewinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14765633868539628820noreply@blogger.com0