Alaric

keskiviikko 17. joulukuuta 2014

Russia gearing up for next stage in the game? Propably.

Holding an international politics mastership usually gives one uniquely depressing view on the happening of the world.

A question: when a supposedly great nation, despite their past actions  is shoehorned into a corner by economic sanctions, into a damnably tight corner where there is no escape, shall they wither and give up? Shall their leadership just fold?

Rarely.

If there is no other way out of a trap, they need to trump their opposition, internal and external.

That, folks, is when they go to war. 

Look it up. History books beacon. Nothing has changed. 

Hopefully the west and Russia will find some common enemy to fight, or we won't have to worry about lack of jobs soon.

Nothing is as silly as to think we won't ever again fight major wars in the west.

"The prophecy of the Fool." From the Dark Levy.

‘The eye of the norn,
from Hel’s face shorn,
an awkward fool,
will dance with the twisted ghoul.
and  oh! She shall find the tool.

A pact is made,
the gods prayed.
The horn shall blow

Freedom for those below.’

lauantai 6. joulukuuta 2014

Finnish national day

It is the Finnish national day. 
I am here writing my next novel and I hear the Finnish national anthem in the TV, being sung by a skilled choir. It stops me. It is a song one has heard time and again, yet it seems I for one have not been listening lately.
Yet, I think it is not only I.
We live auspicious days, jaded days, the economy is grinding to a halt, people are losing jobs, interest and hope. I'm guilty of this as well. It is strange, how such few beautiful notes can make one remember that despite all the hardships, one's country is worth loving and believing in, if you take time to listen to the song and believe in the dream.
75 years ago we were fighting Russia alone in our Winter War. We survived and one of my favourite sayings comes from that time. "Kollaa kestää." Kollaa will hold. Grandfathers who fought in that war, sorry for forgetting.
I'll be fine.
Finland will hold.

sunnuntai 30. marraskuuta 2014

Swords & Love - Book 2 for the cantiniére tales.

AUTHOR’S NOTES

Jeanette’s story is a wild ride. So it is. It is meant as an old fashioned adventure story, one to celebrate practical heroes and vile villains, though it is not always clear which is which, for we all know sometimes life forces us down paths that are shady at best. There is violence in the story. It is not subtle story of historical romance, though there is romance, but a woman’s story of war and survival. Jeanette is a daughter of revolution and war, she grew up with rough boys, and while a fighter’s heart beats in her chest, she is a woman as well. Yet, she is a female soldier most of all, and no soldier puts a civilian before their company and mates. So, forgive her the looting and casual attitude for killing. She is no murderess born, only a killer out of necessity. Moreover, the fighter’s heart is a good heart and gods know she can love as well as hate.
In Reign of Fear, she learnt to conquer her fears and to fight. She found the army, she found a man. Life seemed simple for her.
In Swords and Love, she keeps on fighting, but also finds love is complicated. She has a lot of growing up to do and Egypt is the place where she finds new doorways to cross. She finds new love, a healthier one, perhaps, but there is a prize to pay if you pursue your dangerous goals and some things are not meant to be. She will also learn to close old doors. Sometimes with a sword.
As ever, a fictional writer of history is bound to make some allowances for the sake of the story. So did I. There are characters that I remade. They sound and act differently than the history books would hint at, but in this book, they serve the story, not historical facts. Nor is the timeline always accurate, though I did try to accommodate the main milestones of the campaign to the story. Acre is not portrayed entirely accurately. I found a surprisingly small amount of information on the Mamelukes and the ways of Islam at the time, but I dug around deeper and came up with goodly amount in the end. Yet, I am sure to have made mistakes in some of the habits and ways of the time, though hopefully not too many. The Mamelukes were Muslims, yes, but they were also very powerful men and perhaps not always good Muslims. Some were, of course, but in this book the rules of a religion and how the powerful act might not always walk hand in hand. Also, I could have drawled on and on about the army units, the fabulous happenings of this incredible war and the details of the battles, but chose to do that only for the Acre, a horrible business that was. This is Jeanette’s story, not the story of Napoleon.
Yet, he does have an important part to play.
As for Bonaparte, the tension between the Directory and him was very much present at the time. They were at odds, they were paranoid of each other, and one has to wonder why Napoleon left for Egypt. Was it to gather fame and glory, wealth and allies, even a kingdom of his own or was it an honorable exile, similar to what old Augustus did for his Agrippa? Did the Directory send the bothersome bloodhound as far as possible, on a supposedly important mission? Did they suspect the Turks would take offence at seizure of Egypt; indeed did they encourage the Ottomans to respond? Did they stop Talleyrand from going over to Constantinople to negotiate a peace while the general fought a war, thinking his backdoor was safely latched? None knows.
Many have opinions on the matter.
Yet, I assumed he was disliked by the Directory, even feared and so the reasons for going are not important, only that he was not supposed to come back. The murder plot is a part of the story and another condemning contract was born. This age and time loved it’s papers, documents and signed deals.
I am also partially sorry for the unfortunate part Joachim Murat plays in the book. He is certainly given a nefarious character, and even as I did not know the man personally, only by the books and stories of his incredible feats, I do feel sorry for him on hindsight. He was a merchant’s son who became a king. He was brave, he was opportunistic, utterly vain, and handsome. His wife laconically noted that all his goods are on sale at the window. He was pretty and brave, but perhaps not overly smart. All those qualities make the perfect villain, a dangerous sidekick. When he died, he told his executioners not to shoot him in the face. What a man. A man of endless stories, that one. Therefore, I beg pardon, dear Murat, for making you a brute.
Going forward, we will see Jeanette with new problems to solve. She has the whole Napoleonic era to get into trouble, after all.

It is a furious adventure. I hope you enjoyed it.

perjantai 28. marraskuuta 2014

Tears can be good.

You know you are not a lost cause and mauled beyond hope if you can still cry at a movie trailer or a good story.

If I Stay. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=87uys6jp9dI

Thank you.

torstai 27. marraskuuta 2014

Thought for the morning.

Daring to dream. Daring to try. Daring to fail. Daring to try again. Daring to succeed. Daring to fail again and try once more.

Daring all. That is how.

But do not dare to cry or judge if you never did.

maanantai 24. marraskuuta 2014

Thought for the morning

There is no guarantee you get what you deserve.
No matter if you deserve joy, or punishment.
It's all planning and luck. Or lack of them.

Thought for the evening

At some point you must start delivering.
That will only happen if you keep playing.
No matter how damned hard it gets.

perjantai 21. marraskuuta 2014

Two books nearing the finish line

Two books, Wyrd and Swords and Love are coming along nicely. Final editing rounds for the second books in my historical novel series Hraban Chronicles and Cantiniére Tales are nearly finished and soon off to the publisher.

My fantasy book is coming along nicely as well, though I have to whip myself to get it done. Happy to have someone to watch over my shoulder, though.




perjantai 14. marraskuuta 2014

The power of a promo. Bestseller in a Amazon category. Heartwarming for a new author.

torstai 13. marraskuuta 2014

Starting a new book.

I typed out 20 k words today on a new novel, a historical fantasy.

Typing those words out, I began to fear. I thought about the first two books I wrote, both first in a series, huge historical novels of great ambition. There will be reviews that hate them, for they are not light reading but I already had many reviews that loved them. Yet, even one bad one can royally ruin ones day, no matter if such critique is great for developing even better stories.

One has to develop a fat hide to be able to cut it in this business but developing such a hide is going to take time. Being an author is great for self development. Everything I do is out there for anyone to see. Authors. We love it, we hate it, we must learn to live with it. I must, certainly.

That one dubious review I had already helped me with this new book and those two huge books I penned down last year and this spring and all the hot tears poured into them do give me some advantages. I bring a lot of experience into this new one and can save a ton of time from mistakes I made with the first ones. 

Now, all I have to do is to make it good. 

I will know I succeeded if I laugh and love some characters, hate others and shed some tears for the fallen.

Wish me luck!

The Oath Breaker promo period is nearly over.

Well, the Oath Breaker is nearly out of its promo period. We managed number 2 in amazon.com action/adventure/travel and 9 in the german historical fiction. In amazon.co.uk it is number 1 currently in the travel category. 
Thank you Creativia for a nicely run promo again.

tiistai 11. marraskuuta 2014

The Oath Breaker

My Oath Breaking raven nearly beat the Romans in our Amazon promo, and while being the number 3,7k in total Amazon sales rank, also hit rank #10 in German Historical Fiction and #3 in Action&Adventure/Travel.

Time for it to move down, but let us hope Hraban finds his way to the hearts of all historical fiction lovers.


Nibbling on new stories, munching on the old ones

Been really busy past two months. Yes, I know, that is the norm for anyone, but as for me, working on several projects and adding the family to the mix has been a bit like it was when I was still a product manager for Nokia.

Utter chaos!

As for the upcoming projects, I am busily editing the number two books for Hraban Chronicles and Cantiniére Tales, BUT

I am also finishing up on a fantasy novel, the first book in the Sisters of the Nine Worlds series. I'm pretty durned exited about this one.

So, should I survive these three books, it will be a miracle.

There is also some other projects that have been suffering, but I have not forgotten you, Project "Fixion" et. Co.

Reign of Fear

Happy to announce Reign of Fear, my Napoleonic story reached:

1# Best Seller positing on French Historical Fiction category.

Now, of course it has fallen, but in a sense the heroine of the story, Jeanette got to be a queen for a day.


torstai 4. syyskuuta 2014

Thought for the day

While everything ends in tears, them tears whisper of a life lived well. Few weep for things they do not miss.

sunnuntai 31. elokuuta 2014

Neutrality - some thoughts of Finland considering the Nato option.

We are living dangerous, tear-filled times.

Most people I know do not worry about the international politics. We wake up, expecting the day to be either a happy or a sad one, depending on ones personality, and during the day we glance at the news, shaking our heads at the various, usually confusing topics. I dare say the celebrity gossip get more hits than war in Ukraine, for example.

And war it is.

What eludes people living in a generally peaceful country, is the subject of history. Very few paid any serious attention to it in the school, few care today. Most think only about avoiding wars, and just like before any major war, most do not think a wholesale, wanton destruction of ones country is possible, that something could and will one day threaten one's family and friends, one's home and way of life.

Yet, that is the way of it. It can and will happen, to some of us. If you could ask the people who watched Hitler come to power over a decade, I wonder how many paid serious attention to it. No, they thought WWI was the last of the wars and surely the loss of millions of idealistic boys taught us to deal with things in a humane manner.

That does raise the question on what "humane" means. Ask people who had lived like you live this day, peacefully minding their own business, now burying their family members in ruined cities and perhaps you might not like the answer.

I studied international politics in the university, graduating with a masters degree. Yet, no amount of studies have truly prepared me to the vast truths of the history of how often and how willingly people kill each other for simplest of reasons. Mainly greed, power and distrust. Yet, despite the evidence, most people think there is some greater power to guide they dirt ball of ours, something like a sensible, democratic policy, common, humane goals and some are still disillusioned by UN, thinking this organisation has some power, and does not only lurk around international politics as the clean up crew and some sort of a conscience.

We pay no attention to the conscience, we do not, even if we like to think we are gentle, that we try to avoid trouble, that talking is better than fighting.

Finland is rife with sentiments to this point; we must avoid wars with all possible gusto and we are proud to be the sensible, neutral ones. Yet, we have made some choices, at least. Looking at belonging to either east or west, the confused Finland joined EU willingly, and I for one, feel much more a westerner than an easterner. I have some distant Russian blood running in our family, but then again, there is blood from Europe in the family as well. Most of Finland, when put to the test, I think would rather choose to be of a western mind. We do enjoy the benefits of the western culture, at least. I doubt very many actually believe the Russian way of doing things would suit us. We yap at the way US goes to war over some shady subjects, but then, so does Russia, and one can ask Chechnyans what happened to them. UN is a powerless husk of a bunch of well-intended goals and should a great nation choose to go to war, they will, no matter how a war can be made to look like some form of internal insurrection, like Russia is now doing in Ukraine. Of course, there are people who think the Ukrainian "separatists" are able to run complicated tank manoeuvres, supported by heavy artillery, or that these Russians fighting there are "volunteers." Some people believe anything. International law is made by what some nation can get away with. There is no real law to govern anything nations do, especially if they win.

The question for Finland is: in such a world, is it truly feasible to be neutral?

The one thing about being neutral in a time of war, should that arrive, is that neutral countries sometimes get into a war nonetheless, yet have few friends to help them out. After the war, it might be a neutral country that finds it is alone, and that neutrality is but an illusion against the wishes and needs of the winner, who is not held back by any form of opposition.

What is neutrality, if one is not stronger than the aggressors and there is no state of law to protect the weaker party? It is but an illusion. That it is, Finland. Just an illusion.

I always respected people who take a stand. That sometimes, for sensible reasons, one does not teeter totter on two sides, but actually stands up and speaks out, hanging one's hat on a peg everyone can see. If diplomacy is not the solution, sometimes you have to show a bully you won't take lies and manipulation and won't back down, and always, without exception, it is sensible to have friends who do so with you. Only in the movies, does one, sole hero take a stand along against many. We might be very proud of surviving WW2 and the winter war practically alone, but it was called a miracle and by definition, miracles are hard to reproduce.

I grow tired of  the constant worry over Finland's Nato decision. I grow weary of it, dreadfully so.

Finland is great at listing issues with Nato membership, but does not see the problems with being... "neutral", what I call "a lost lamb", for such creatures are confused and lonely, and often get devoured easily. When our neighbours know where they belong, Finland does not. We worry about the trade. The jobs. We worry, that Nato would not be in position to help us in a case of a war, anyway. We worry about the yearly fees. We worry about getting dragged into foreign wars. We think we are capable of defending the country alone.

Yet, as I said, one must take sides at some point, that many bad choices presented to one does not mean you do nothing, and hope for the best. Why would we not have friends in such a eventuality?

What is the cost of getting levelled alone in a war? What is the cost to the jobs, the lives and the trade, if one day we find ourselves alone and isolated and objects of impossible demands after we have not taken a stand? Is the financial  cost of Nato bigger than cost of getting our cities transformed into rubble or being forced into a sphere of some nation, that has no respect or gratitude towards us? Would Nato dare leave one of its own undefended in the case of a war, and risk losing support from other countries that might need similar help one day? Is not a hundred fighters with proper air control capabilities sortied from Europe and most powerful and versatile navies in the world something we could use in case of serious and sudden trouble? Is it not so, that we might benefit from sending our boys occasionally to fight alongside friendly countries, for is that not what we would be promised as well, should the need arise? That their boys would fight for us, far from home, some times even dying for that common goal? Why are we too selfish to shed blood for those who would do so for us? And unfortunately, as we see, sometimes blood is shed, no matter how many good intentions one has and should one wait for too long, one might have to do all that bleeding alone and in much more massive amounts than one would when one has friends to bleed with.

I am no war mongering bastard. Yet, as for neutrality, I think I am very sceptical and would rather negotiate in a table full of friends, than table full of people who owe us nothing.

Sometimes, in a violent world, a formerly neutral nation can make bold decisions. I feel belonging to a single minded organization is a more concrete guarantee to safety, than illusionary neutrality. A question. Had Hitler defeated the Allies, forging a terrible world led by Germany, how many of you think Switzerland and Sweden would have enjoyed the fruits of neutrality post war?


maanantai 25. elokuuta 2014

Kindle and Kindle

One of the bigger transformations in the digi age is how we read. We all love our books, but the fact is that e-books are coming in a big way. They are easy to get, they are flexible and able to run sounds and interactive pictures, they are cheap and when the business matures, who knows what cool features they will get?

Yet, they are not as big as I imagined them to be, though.

Perhaps 2 out of 10 of my friends seem to have a Kindle app. On the one hand, this is rather disappointing since this is where I hope to make a living one day, in the e-book entertainment industry, on the other hand it is great there is a lot of potential for growth. I refuse to believe they just don't read. Ever. It's possible, but sad.

Assuming they do read, naturally the biggest obstacles are preconceptions. People think an iPad or Note, or even a smartphone is just not offering the same experience as a regular, brick-like book would and therefore are in no rush to change their monthly visits to a bookstore into an anytime visit to Amazon.

The other problem is Kindle itself. Amazon, why did you name the device and the whole e-book brand with the same name? I keep hearing from people that they would love to read an e-book one day, but they have to check out on how to get a Kindle device. I keep explaining it is not a device they truly need, even if it is very nice, but an app, available on nearly any platform.

Next time drop the "Kindle" from the devices you device and call them the Whitepaper, the Fire or even THE Book, and call the experience of downloading e-books into any device Kindle. Make sure your customers understand the difference between an easy-to-get app and something hard-to-aquire physical.

Thx.

perjantai 1. elokuuta 2014

Two, definitely too sweet book promotion campaigns

Running from August 2nd to August the 3rd, Reign of Fear, a historical fiction novel set in the chaos of French Revolution and Napoleonic wars is free in the Amazon store. Don't miss it.

Running from August 4th to August the 5th, the Oath Breaker, a historical fiction novel and an epic adventure in the ancient Germania will be available in the Amazon store for free. Go and check it out.

torstai 31. heinäkuuta 2014

The Oath Breaker Goodreads giveaway completed, I thank you kindly

Well, we had a healthy number of people taking part in the competition, and all five people have been sent their copies. I am most grateful for the interest in the Oath Breaker, the novel set in ancient Germania.

keskiviikko 30. heinäkuuta 2014

Goodreads Reign of Fear Giveaway

Thank you all for the awesome participation. There are 5 winners and I have sent you all copies of Reign of Fear. Hope you enjoy it. If not, give me feedback.

tiistai 29. heinäkuuta 2014

Author's greatest weapons for those moments one must create something truly touching, are many. One can shut the world out, concentrate as if the fate of the world depended on it. It will leave you with a headache and devilish hunger, and a complete bafflement as you lose sense of time.

Sometimes, you need more.

For me, it is music. Especially music created by masters for movies. Being an integral part of the overall movie experience, there are plenty of pieces that can rally you to your best as you write.

Creating something brave, I listen to the Kiss (by Trevor Jones) from the Last of the Mohicans. One can just imagine a desperate and near hopeless struggle up a well defended hill with that music playing.

Hans Zimmer has plenty of music to help you reach a fine, dramatic set of mind. Duduk of the North is one of my favourites.

What's yours?

maanantai 21. heinäkuuta 2014

My author introduction

I remember sitting on my grandma’s frazzled couch, staring doggedly at an old Tarzan movie. I must have been some six years old and her TV was black and white, which was fine since the movie was of a like mind. I remember being both scared out of my young wits and excited as a fish in a feeding frenzy. I also remember resenting the fact that I could not finish the movie, since mother picked me up, entirely unheeding of my reasonable requests of wanting to witness the inevitable rescue of the gorgeous girl by bleeding Tarzan from the dangerous, ravenous beasts and even more dangerous locals who had a curiously furious way to treat their unsuspecting and under armed quests.

Later on, I gorged myself on the fine stories of the Scarlet Pimpernel by Emma Orczy, the Black Tulip by Dumas, and the many adventures set in the medieval and Renaissance setting with the fiercely panty hosed Errol Flynn. Errol Flynn in Captain Blood? Just great, hard to beat. I loved the American westerns, like Rio Bravo as much as a dashing story by Jules Verne in the Michael Strogoff: The Courier of the Czar.

I quickly discovered reading as TV in those days was showing something worthwhile perhaps twice a week and I needed my dose of excitement. Soon, I had a bookshelf full of comics of many kinds and still wish to thank Robert E. Howard for brutally cunning Conan and Edgar Rice Burroughs for likely the best of the best in adventure stories: the gentleman of the south, John Carter of Mars.

As I discovered that the simplified movies and short comics were just a part of the original stories, I moved from comics to books, loving the aforementioned heroes and historical stories specifically, but also sci-fi by Asimov and fantasy of the Forgotten Realms. My all time favorite story is by the Noble winning Henryk Sienkiewicz, the Deluge, which is a gripping story of Polish wars against Sweden, and the dashing young knights struggling against impossible odds and women stealing traitorous lords. I mean can it get any better than that? And if you never read Švejk’s adventures in the First World War, you missed out on much mirth.

Being a Finn, I somehow managed to grab both American and European writers to my bosom, and as our family loved books, I never had any opposition for wanting to acquire something specific, though this magnanimous attitude did not perhaps extend to my lust for comics, which was frustrating.

I loved adventure. I did, I do and I will, always.

And how did I end up trying to spin my own stories?

At first, I grew up and got a real job. I have masters in the international politics, I was to serve my country in some weirdly official role, but somehow found myself making mobile games in Nokia Corporation, having betrayed my earlier studies. I stayed stubbornly in the company even after most gaming minded people moved to other gaming companies after the N-Gage disaster and I moved on to more mature product management roles for web services in a company that could never shed it’s device oriented thinking. Not really. But I digress and swallow my urge to go down that path and talk more about it. Let us just say I’m one of those stubborn people who worked long years in sweltering open offices and many hazy nights at various seedy airport lounges around the world, making power points and products for a major company, fighting to create something that would matter.

Then, one day, some eight years down the path this company was bought by another, even larger company and I was offered a position that was lucrative in theory, though I had a theory of my own of Nokia’s dark future back then and it turned out to be right. However, that day I stopped to stare at my vast, bulging collection of silly power points, and as it was very late, I was drop-dead tired, I hope I hallucinated as my computer pointed a quivering, accusing finger made of miserably failed power points at my nose, it’s eyes bulging with anger. “Are you doing what you always wanted to do? Eh? I wish to retire, so I do. You are getting old and grizzled, you dumb….”

I tried to lie. I simpered and cried and begged, hoping to hide from the plain truth, but the finger did not quiver, the laptop was heartlessly merciless and I could not deny the truth for long.

No. That was the answer. I was not enjoying what I was doing. And I was getting old, in bones and mentality, perhaps. Jaded, certainly.

So, I resigned. It took a lot of guts and some spilled blood to do so (I fell on some slippery stairs), but I did. I gave away my unhappy laptop, my fine company car and said goodbye to the fairly great cafeteria as I decided to write.

Yes, to write.

Now this is usually something people love. They “ooh” and “aah” and nearly every one of them are sure to tell you they have thought about writing a book when they eventually retire to enjoy their well-deserved peace and riches. Gods, that made me feel old, still does.

Well, most of the entertainment we so enjoy is made by non-retired people who take the pain like the most prized boxer, can withstand most wretched criticism, overcome savage man-eating giants and still smile when someone has utterly kicked your ideas around the gutter, while laughing in derision. I did that for Nokia for years, and now, after some extended practice in the art of getting humiliated, I managed to push out two books. Four in fact, but two of them are the second books for these two series, so let’s just go with two.

On retrospect, the past year has been quite a roller coast. I am happy to say my children still know who I am, my wife is not loathe giving me a hug and I still have some friends left. I think I learned how to start learning the art of storytelling.

I am not saying I won’t go back to “the real jobs” people have before they write something at the twilight of their lives, but I wanted to do this now. I obviously have a lot to learn, but it is refreshing to feel like I did while watching that Tarzan movie some 37 years ago.

My books will be furious adventures. They will be long, for I am one of those people who hate when book is nearing its end. There will be simple and complex plots both and the characters will be sometimes terribly flawed. It is not a Disney prince or princess that I write about, but people like you and I, people who make a multitude of mistakes and people who are not always likable in every aspect of their life. I also try to make the books accessible to many cultures, by not going overboard and playing overmuch with words and complex structures, but keeping them simple enough to be enjoyable across a wide spectrum of history and adventure freaks.


Enjoy!

perjantai 18. heinäkuuta 2014

Available as paperback and e-book.

It is the time of the great bankruptcy, as Louis XVI and his infamous queen Marie-Antoinette face a tide of rebellious people, tired of their downtrodden treatment, hungry to the bone and deprived. The great events that follow will shake the world and bathe Europe in the bloody wave of the revolutionary wars.
   
Jeanette Baxa, a resourceful, wild young girl, betrayed by her devilish family, is riding this dangerous wave as she struggles to save the lives of her siblings and her mother after failing the great revolutionary leader Georges Danton, a former friend. Gilbert Baxa, Jeanette’s dangerous cousin, joins her enemies and becomes entangled in dark webs of deceit and power as France changed kings into corrupt men. Jeanette finds her refuge in the army, where she and her mother become cantiniére for a light infantry company. Here she finds the tools to fight scheming Gilbert and his nefarious masters in Paris, her new family and here she also finds, perhaps, her love.
 
But in order to survive, she has to find a way to topple very influential men.