A.D. Smith's Blog
December 1, 2011
PGE Publishing 2011 wrap up
Well it is that wanderlust period trapped between Thanksgiving and Christmas and it is again time to summarize what PGE Writing & Publishing has accomplished for the year. It is a time to finish off the leftovers and find what creatures and mad science project lurk in the back of the fridge.
Summary of things done
1. Surpassed 700,000 total words written. Well on my way to my 1st million words.
2. Finished Episode VIII. “Blackness” of the series, “The adventures of Captain Adam Smith”
3. Published 9 genealogical articles in genweekly.com
4. Wrote 7 fictional short stories including: “The Mockery”, “By the Boards”, “Not another Step”, “Helping until it hurts”, The 53rd Astral Convention”, “The Waiting Room” and “Something to do”. 2010 “Nuetratron” was published in Golden Vision Magazine early this spring.
5. Completed our new website with our own domain name at: http://www.adsuniverses.com See all my books and much much more!
Summary of things started
1. Started editing “The Only One” Novel
2. Started writing “Homoosia ( Mystery / Suspense novel)
3. Started writing genealogical book: “The Millers”
4. Started short story; “Something to do” ( about surviving a war)
Summary of things done
1. Surpassed 700,000 total words written. Well on my way to my 1st million words.
2. Finished Episode VIII. “Blackness” of the series, “The adventures of Captain Adam Smith”
3. Published 9 genealogical articles in genweekly.com
4. Wrote 7 fictional short stories including: “The Mockery”, “By the Boards”, “Not another Step”, “Helping until it hurts”, The 53rd Astral Convention”, “The Waiting Room” and “Something to do”. 2010 “Nuetratron” was published in Golden Vision Magazine early this spring.
5. Completed our new website with our own domain name at: http://www.adsuniverses.com See all my books and much much more!
Summary of things started
1. Started editing “The Only One” Novel
2. Started writing “Homoosia ( Mystery / Suspense novel)
3. Started writing genealogical book: “The Millers”
4. Started short story; “Something to do” ( about surviving a war)
July 20, 2009
Impressions of the Norwescon convention 32
Norwescon Impressions
On approach to the Doubletree hotel in SeaTac, Washington I receive an initial impression that the staff of the hotel are having a hard time holding onto the proper ambiance of a deluxe three star hotel. A middle class, ordinary car pulls up to the door, where the concierge bends over to open the passenger door. His dignified smile is quickly erased and replaced with a mirth filled grin as a fairy princess steps out, her white wings anxiously springing forth from it‘s imprisonment.
She is followed by an English gentlemen complete with a velvet gray top hat and black long tail suit. Scooting out next, holding her tail, is a humanoid figure with a feline head. She wiggles her whiskers and adjusts the bright power blue bonnet.
The attendant attempts to take it all in stride, but his well practiced serious glare has been shattered and he struggles for the next few moments to regain the proper professional demeanor of his job.
I think to myself, “Yep, this is the place.”
I follow inside behind the trio whom have exited from their ride and I continue to watch the expressions of the registration clerk and various staff members. Though I have seen beautiful women turn the heads of a string of men at a bar, there is not an adequate comparison as to the facial expressions of hotel staff when the three pass by.
Some stare, other murmur disturbed sentiments to themselves while the bellhop nearly trips over the luggage at his feet.
After registration and paying my convention fees, I wonder back to the lobby and observe a airline crew from the orient enter the hotel. At that same instant, Darth Vader and two of his storm troopers appear and the stewardess glances back to her captain, egger to be given direction as to what she should do.
The co-pilot glances back down at his receipt attempting to verify that they have the arrived at the right hotel. After all, they have just completed a long and arduous flight, perhaps the eyes are playing tricks on them.
After a long day of popping in and out of writing panels I watched a storm trooper methodically and timidly walk down a staircase. Later, while escorted by two storm troopers in the elevator, I learned from one of the guards that they have a hard time seeing out the mask.
About mid afternoon, I emerge from another panel and notice a pair of paramedics assisting a lady whom had fainted. She was assuring them that she was alright when a Klingon appeared on scene, oblivious of what had transpired previously.
In true brass, as everyday is a good day to die, he turned to the nearest paramedic and announced, “Nice outfit,”
The paramedic looked up with confusion and then with an agitated voice he replied, “This is a real, I am a paramedic!”
I realized that Klingons always did have difficulty with human protocols and customs. The Klingon shrugged his shoulders and left the scene faster than warp speed.
After attending Norwescon, people ask me what is it all about? I always have a hard time describing what the convention is about. It is much the same difficulty of blind men describing an elephant with only a single touch.
A physician at UW Medical center had the best description, she said, “Oh it’s an Imagination festival.”
I nodded my head in agreement. And I realize that the sole reason which draws us to the convention year after year is the courage level needed to dream and imagine, and to find other participants whom possess the same.
On approach to the Doubletree hotel in SeaTac, Washington I receive an initial impression that the staff of the hotel are having a hard time holding onto the proper ambiance of a deluxe three star hotel. A middle class, ordinary car pulls up to the door, where the concierge bends over to open the passenger door. His dignified smile is quickly erased and replaced with a mirth filled grin as a fairy princess steps out, her white wings anxiously springing forth from it‘s imprisonment.
She is followed by an English gentlemen complete with a velvet gray top hat and black long tail suit. Scooting out next, holding her tail, is a humanoid figure with a feline head. She wiggles her whiskers and adjusts the bright power blue bonnet.
The attendant attempts to take it all in stride, but his well practiced serious glare has been shattered and he struggles for the next few moments to regain the proper professional demeanor of his job.
I think to myself, “Yep, this is the place.”
I follow inside behind the trio whom have exited from their ride and I continue to watch the expressions of the registration clerk and various staff members. Though I have seen beautiful women turn the heads of a string of men at a bar, there is not an adequate comparison as to the facial expressions of hotel staff when the three pass by.
Some stare, other murmur disturbed sentiments to themselves while the bellhop nearly trips over the luggage at his feet.
After registration and paying my convention fees, I wonder back to the lobby and observe a airline crew from the orient enter the hotel. At that same instant, Darth Vader and two of his storm troopers appear and the stewardess glances back to her captain, egger to be given direction as to what she should do.
The co-pilot glances back down at his receipt attempting to verify that they have the arrived at the right hotel. After all, they have just completed a long and arduous flight, perhaps the eyes are playing tricks on them.
After a long day of popping in and out of writing panels I watched a storm trooper methodically and timidly walk down a staircase. Later, while escorted by two storm troopers in the elevator, I learned from one of the guards that they have a hard time seeing out the mask.
About mid afternoon, I emerge from another panel and notice a pair of paramedics assisting a lady whom had fainted. She was assuring them that she was alright when a Klingon appeared on scene, oblivious of what had transpired previously.
In true brass, as everyday is a good day to die, he turned to the nearest paramedic and announced, “Nice outfit,”
The paramedic looked up with confusion and then with an agitated voice he replied, “This is a real, I am a paramedic!”
I realized that Klingons always did have difficulty with human protocols and customs. The Klingon shrugged his shoulders and left the scene faster than warp speed.
After attending Norwescon, people ask me what is it all about? I always have a hard time describing what the convention is about. It is much the same difficulty of blind men describing an elephant with only a single touch.
A physician at UW Medical center had the best description, she said, “Oh it’s an Imagination festival.”
I nodded my head in agreement. And I realize that the sole reason which draws us to the convention year after year is the courage level needed to dream and imagine, and to find other participants whom possess the same.
