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OK, so I thought I would have it wrapped up by Mid-June. I was w…w…w..wrong! That’s ok, I’m still working it. I’m about 75 percent complete and hope to wrap it up by end of September. Then I need about two to three months to edit and screw with the story. So Hopefully, by the holiday season, I should be completed. Sorry for the delay, but the world went crazy on me and between buying a new house, Corona Virus, and life in general, things side tracked me. As always, feel free to ping me if you have a question, either via the forums, or by emailing me.

thanks all!

So, the above title is both how far I’ve written in the book, as well as how far into 2020 we are. Both, I feel, are an accomplishment given what’s going on.

An update on the timeline, it looks like a May first draft is a bit ambitious. Unless I suddenly have an inspired day or two and write ten thousand words in a day (unlikely but possible, I’ve done it before). I think it will be the second week of June that I finish. Not that much of a push, but still, I don’t like missing deadlines, so I’m being up front with you all.

As to the progress, the middle part of the book is completed, I’m now moving on to the “beginning of the end” as they say. Now’s where the real fun starts, where I actually start to think about how to write a space opera and how to talk about star ships and space battles, and astro-physics, and navigation, and all the little things that I get annoyed with in other space based books that they either gloss over because they are too hard, or just because they can’t figure out the “Physics” of it. I won’t do that, you may not agree with my interpretations, but you won’t be able to say I didn’t try.

Anyway, hope everyone out there is healthy and safe.

-LM

How to prep for the end of the world as we know it (EOTWAWKI) if you aren’t a “prepper”
This is a completely fictional representation of a real-world possible situation, and I’m no expert, this is just me regurgitating things based on reading hundreds of fiction and non-fiction books and trying to filter down all the data into a few concise pages. Note that some of the scenarios I present are very remote and probably won’t happen. Long story short, this short work is for entertainment value only, do NOT use this as any formal guide.

Questions to ask yourself. You need not be an expert, but basic understanding of these concepts will vastly increase your survivability:
1) Do you know how to make clean drinking water?
2) Do you know how to hunt/trap/fish or at least have a basic understanding of it? Also, how to dress a killed animal?
3) Do you have a basic understanding of how to build a shelter?
4) Do you understand the basics on self-defense?
5) Do you know how to dress a wound? Prevent infection? Set a broken bone? Without modern medicine. Many wild plants have antibacterial and pain-relieving properties. Understanding how bacteria and infections work at a basic level will most definitely save your life in a wide array of situations.
6) Do you know how to identify wild edibles? Or, albeit much more risky, but at a minimum have a paper book with high quality images for reference?
7) Do you have fire starting tools that don’t rely on fuel? (I.E. do you have a striker tool?) or know how to start a fire without fuel.
8) Do you have or have easy access too weapons and (if necessary) enough ammunition for an extended period?
9) Do you have enough training for the above weapon in order to use it to hunt or defend yourself?
10) Do you have a location that is away from large populations and sustainable with hunting/fishing/foraging?
11) Do you have transportation that doesn’t rely on modern technology (computer chips)? I.E. pre-1980 vehicle, a vehicle with no computers at their core, or a bicycle.
12) Do you have a manual emergency radio or Ham radio that doesn’t rely on a computer chip? Alternatively, do you have an EM shielded box big enough to store basic hand-crank or solar electronics, and are those electronics IN the faraday box?
13) Do you understand the basics of wind/turbine/solar technology? Could you set up a solar panel if you needed to?


You don’t need to store tons of food and water and have a fully built bomb shelter in order to be prepared, answering yes to some or most of the above questions will make you an asset at the least to any group looking to survive dooms day. If you said yes to most, then you’d most likely be able to make it on your own without any outside help at all, given a bit of luck.

The first month after a wide scale dooms day event is the most critical. ½ the population will die off within 3 months. But within one month, the country, world, or region will be in chaos, violence and misery will push people to do unspeakable things to “protect themselves and their families”, and those who rely on modern society will quickly die.
It’s estimated that more than 30 million US citizens alone have diabetes. The more severe cases will last 1 to 2 months without fresh insulin and a stable cold location to store it, the rest may last 6 months if they have access to cold storage methods (a mountain stream for example). There are currently approaching 100 million US Citizens that rely on either drugs or hospitalization regularly to survive. They will all die when the power goes out. This isn’t being cold or crass, it’s the honest truth. The other 250 Million Americans will quickly, over the course of 3 to 6 months, resort to one of a few specific scenarios:
1) Larger population areas will become battle zones as people scrounge for food, begin to starve, and resort to violence and territorial tactics to survive. Human brutality will become commonplace as those who recognize the situation faster gather power to themselves either by force or cunning.
2) Smaller population areas, and areas that are more accustomed to manual labor will group into communities. They will fair far better than larger urban areas, but their success will depend on the individuals and their knowledge of pre-modern techniques, and later in the process, their proximity to urban areas may well define whether they survive. A small hamlet 30 miles outside of Atlanta, for instance, may survive quite well for the first 6 to 10 months, but once resources in the urban areas run out, those brutal gangs that survive will start sending out raiding parties to the countryside. Depending on the organization and weaponry of the hamlet, they may or may not fight off the intruders.
3) Rural and woods areas will have the highest survival rating, with those having a warmer climate being better in most circumstances. Rural homesteads, especially well-established ones that rely on wood for fuel and a pump for water will be well prepared. The residents of these homes can concentrate on collecting food, canning food for winter months, and establishing or expanding gardens in order to be fed throughout the winter. The downside of these smaller homesteads is the lack of protection. There’s a tipping point of number of people. Too many strains the food source, too few creates gaps in security and can allow unwanted trespassers to show up.

So how does one Survive after the lights go out and people start killing each other for a box of twinkies? Some basic planning goes a long way. A little training (no need to become an expert mind you, you’ll have plenty of time for that once it happens, as long as you know how, and you’ve done it once or twice to make sure you understand, that’s enough.). You may not like the idea of hunting deer or Moose or Elk, but you’ll like the idea of starving much less. A few days without substantial food and you’ll be happy to put one in the chest of that fat doe, no matter how much she looks like Bambi. Learning how to field dress an animal may not be appealing to you now, but knowing how to dress a deer to keep from ruining the meat could help you survive after the grocery stores are long gone and your only means of sustenance comes from nature.
You don’t have to be a micro-biologist to understand that water born bacteria and parasites can kill you just as dead as a bullet to the head, and it’ll be much slower and more painful. Often leading to flesh eating bacteria or dehydration and death. A plastic two-liter bottle, some washed soil, some sand, a little grass, and some rocks creates a great heavy metals and dirty water filter. Boil that water for 3 minutes and you have yourself plenty of fresh drinking water. No Iodine pills needed. Other things you can do is add small amounts of bleach or chlorine tablets to water basins after basic filtering. Places like pool stores and industrial laundry mats may be very low on the “looting” list, so you could probably stock up on bleach or other “poison” cleaning materials for months after the event. Do so, 10 or 20 gallons of bleach will be enough for 1 person for years of clean drinking water. A few 20 lb. buckets of chlorine tablets similar to what you use in a pool will also save you time and effort (they can perform similar functions of killing off bacteria, viruses, and protozoa in the water) and are perfectly safe to drink in small quantities (if they weren’t, every one of us with a pool would be in deep trouble). A side benefit of bleach is it’s general purpose uses, it’s a great way to keep tools and cooking areas clean, and even keep small cuts from becoming infected (although not the best option for that as it will irritate wounds further, better to have some kind of antibacterial antiseptic if possible).
One big thing to do is never underestimate the amount of prep you should do. If you think 3 months of food will be enough, make your goal 6 months, if 100 gallons of fresh water is enough? Prepare 150 or 200 gallons. If you think 1 cord of wood should get you through the winter, cut 2. You get the point. More is always better when you have no backup plan.
Once you have your basics in place, I.E. shelter, enough food for a while, adequate protection (weapons, defenses, warnings), and clean water, you should begin planning for the long term. As soon as possible start collecting things you think may be useful. See an old generator in an abandoned farm? Get it, throw it somewhere and hide it at the least, you can come back for it later. See solar panels on an abandoned house? GET THEM. Solar will allow you to rebuild better than anything else. 8 or 10 panels will allow you to run a radio or two, maybe an electric heater in the winter, any number of things, and to go along with that, scavenge batteries from boats if there are none with the solar panels. Marine batteries are deep cycle and store the right kind of power to use with solar, car batteries do not, they are for a quick electrical surge, not a long-term power delivery. Having batteries will allow you to electrically heat your home in the winter without the need for wood or allow you to boil water without a fire. Both highly beneficial if you don’t want outsiders alerted to your presence from a distance.
Seed banks are a must. You don’t need a ton of seeds, but having a few pounds of seeds, freeze dried, and ready to plant are very important. If you’re going to your local gardening or hardware store to buy seeds, know that the ones in the paper bag are only good for about 1 to 3 years (they may last far longer, but 3 years is about as long as I’d risk it, less if you are able) and you should always look for heirloom or at least open-pollinated seeds to make sure the next crop you plant using the seeds of what you harvested this year will still be good enough to use over and over. I would recommend researching which crops work best in your environment and which ones offer the best nutritional value for you. High yield crops such as corn and soybeans are great if you need calories, but they leave gaps in your nutritional requirements that you must fill or risk becoming sick. Take that into account when you store seeds. Don’t forget to write down when you should plant what, and the correct planting and watering for each crop. It’s little things like this that will save your life in the long run. Taking twenty minutes to write down the instructions in a notebook will save you from a ruined crop next year.
If you do no other bush craft research, learn what plants in your area have anti-bacterial properties. Little things like a small cut today may seem like nothing. But cut yourself after the world has collapsed, and you’re risking bacterial infections that can kill you in days or weeks. There are dozens of plants and trees, in almost every environment that things grow in, that have anti-bacterial properties, getting to know them, learning how to make them usable, and learning how often and in what amounts to apply it will most certainly be beneficial in the after. For example, Common Barberry and Birch bark (white or “Paper” birch) contains betulinic acid, which has anti-bacterial and anti-inflammatory properties. Learn how to use them and you’ll be able to survive the nicks and scratches you’ll surely get.
All of this stuff being said. If we get to this point in the world, I’m sorry to say, you’re probably going to die. No matter the reason it happened, if the world goes to shit and we lose the ability to produce electricity, for whatever reason (other factors aside), about 80 to 90 percent of the population will die off over a five year period. I’m not saying this to alarm you, its just the truth of the matter. Maybe you’ll make it, maybe you won’t, but the one thing I’ll say for sure, you most certainly will die if you don’t have a large majority of the above skills.
I probably will write more on this when the mood strikes, things like building proper shelters and insulation, ancient irrigation techniques, even weapons and security. But for now, I just wanted to write down what I was thinking on paper because… stuff.

Hello all. With this virus going crazy in the US. I just wanted to update everyone on where I’m at. Still pretty much on track right now. I just started getting into some of the meaty spy stuff and it’s been great so far. I hope you’re all ready for this one. I plan to finish that part out in the next few days and then really get into the space part of this book. It’s getting real now guys. Still on track for an end of May completion date on the draft. Then a few months of editing and I’ll be ready to publish. Cheers all! Stay healthy!

-LM

So It’s now April fifth of 2020, and in the middle of all this Corona-virus craziness I’ve been able to put pen to paper quite often. So that’s one positive in this sea of negativity. Anyway, just crossed the 30,000 word mark in book two, tentatively called “Assailed”.

This book will dive deeper into the espionage aspect of my series. Showing you the personal side of a master operative and the drama they go through on mission. It will also show you the first taste of ships in space, some of the problems that I predict could happen in space, and the real danger of superpowers who can deliver chaos and destruction from on high. I expect to be done with the rough draft by mid-May, and then off to the editor by end of May. That’s if all goes to plan (there’s that dis-corporate chuckle again, damn it!).

I’m really trying to get the book published by mid-October. Hope you’re all doing well during this crisis.

regards,

-LM

By Lewis Masters

Illtheaar stood, frozen by fear, the long-handled garden hoe still in his grip.  Three fingers were gripping the wooden handled shaft so tightly the blisters on his palm began to pop and ooze.  The shaking started as a slight tremble in his cheeks, but quickly built to a crescendo of tiny violent spasms that threatened to completely incapacitate him.  The beads of sweat creating runnels down his head and dripping all around him, stinging a few of his eyes.  The twin suns in the sky were hot, though it wasn’t solar rays causing his extreme sweating.  It was mid-day in Egrassanelian, heat was to be expected, and he was used to it having been a farmer for almost six years.  The fields needed tending, and he had no workers other than his young son and mate who were both at the homestead grabbing a quick meal before heading back out to help him. 

The loud boom he had heard almost thirty minutes ago was a
curiosity, an odd thing that sounded more like a thunder than an explosion,
except it was louder than most thunder, loud enough that he could feel the
vibrations.  When Illtheaar looked into
the sky for a source, he saw no clouds, the bright greenish blue sky was as clear
as always, this time of year.  After a
moment of pondering, he went back to his lalktha root crop, which was starting
to wither from the mid-summer heat.  He
needed to get it harvested before it rotted in the dirt, and so after nary a
second thought about the odd disturbance, he went back to work.

After a few minutes, he noticed something in the distance
beyond his fields, and at the edge of where the fallow grasses met the Sundrear
trees.  At first, he assumed it was a
courthier, known for hunting at night, but also sneaking around during the day
time in the shadows of the forest when they were hungry or nursing.  Illtheaar spared a moment to stare at the
beast. Illtheaar couldn’t distinguish what he was seeing well in the bright
noon day suns.  It was common among the
Hokatha to have middling vision in the bright sunlight, two of his four eyes
being adapted to low light conditions and kept mostly shut during the day. His
remaining two eyes struggled to see the creature moving in his general
direction. 

He focused as best he could, and after a few minutes he
realized, this thing was smaller than any courthier, and it walked on two legs,
rather than the six that most creatures his world had evolved with.  “How odd”, he thought, but it was almost a
half kilometer away, too far to be of concern. “Probably just some children
from the neighboring village wandering the edge of the fiedls and playing hunter.”,
his internal monologue said. 

That was ten minutes ago, and now, Illtheaar was gripped by
fear.  The thing standing before him had
almost no fur at all, except on the top of its head.  It had only two eyes.  It had small, rounded ears, and no claws or
weapons, obviously a herbivore of some kind. 
It came up to his mid-chest, but it looked completely un-natural to him.
The smell coming off it was an odor he could only relate to something riddled
with disease.  “These things must be
infested with viruses and bacteria.” Was his first thought. 

That’s when the shaking started.  Anything that infectious and sick must have
been evil, a demon of some kind, come to kill him and eat him.  Illtheaar knew this line of thinking was
illogical, there were no such things as demons after all, but this creature was
unlike anything he’d ever experienced, and it seemed unconcerned with him,
almost…curious.  Its gate was awkward,
but seemed at ease moving towards him, two small hands with five digits were
out in front of it as if it was trying to push the air away as it moved
confidently and slowly towards him. 

Illtheaar wanted to run, to scream, to do anything.  But the fight or flight instinct of his race
kicked in, and his body froze like those of his ancient ancestors that were
hunted by motion-based predators who would walk right past a still Hokatha if
it was quite enough, frozen enough. 

The creature stopped about three meters away.  Its hands still held out in front of it.  It bared its teeth slightly.  This caused Illtheaar to relax a bit.  Not because of any recognition of the
expression, but because those teeth were blunt and flat, no predator would have
teeth like this, even one as alien as this thing. 

Illtheaar’s shaking stopped, but his grip on the hoe didn’t
relent.  The creature put one hand down
slowly, glancing at a small device with multiple lights and symbols that was
attached to his mid-section.  He pushed
something and slowly returned his hand. 
The Hokatha tensed a bit, waiting for something to happen.  To his surprise the thing spoke to him.  Illtheaar’s eyes, all four of them despite
the bright sun, opened wide in shock.  He
heard a grumbling sound coming out of its mouth, but almost immediately a far
louder voice came from his chest area, he spoke Hokathan, through some kind of
device.

“Greetings Hokathan!” Said the creature slowly.  “My name is Commander Samuel Morton.”  Illtheaar was shaken out of his shock by the
booming voice that transmitted directly from its chest.  It continued after a moment.  “I mean you no harm.  I simply request your assistance.”  The creature spoke no more, seemingly waiting
for Illtheaar to respond. 

“Are you a demon?” 
Asked Illtheaar after considering a few moments, still not understanding
what was happening.  Subconsciously he
moved the hoe forward in a defensive position in front of him, thought the
creature made no threatening moves. 
Illtheaar wasn’t religious by nature, but he remembered the sermons and
stories of his childhood.  Creatures that
would take those who were alone and corrupt or kill them for pure
enjoyment.  He couldn’t recall any
stories about things that walked upright on two legs and had a hairless body,
but maybe that was by design. 

The creature barked many times in a row and its head tilted
backwards, some kind of emotional response, causing it to lean over and put its
hands on what passed for knees.  After a
few moments it returned to it’s standing position but no longer raising its
hands.  Illtheaar had no idea whether
this was anger, or amusement, or frustration, but it made no additional moves,
so he waited, trying to see what it would do next.

“A demon?  Oh, most
definitely not.”  it put its hands back
up as if to fend off an attacker.  “We
are…” the creatures head turned slightly, a sign in Hokathan that would mean
thinking about something.  “…observers
from far away.”

The Hokathan pondered this statement.  The creature, he realized, was being cagey,
as if it was uncertain what to tell him. 
He huffed and snorted from his nostrils. 
The Hokathan gesure for not being amused but not quite annoyed yet.  “You must be from very far away, I’ve never
heard of hairless, two legged herbivores that like to watch Hokathans work
their fields.  Are you trying to steal
our farming techniques?”

The creature blinked, as if caught off guard by Illtheaar’s
statement.  Apparently, his sarcasm could
transcend race.  Illtheaar didn’t know
why, but this made it seem more natural, less like an evil spirit and more like
a Hokathan in personality.

“Yes…well,” it seemed to stumble over its words.  “… we weren’t really watching YOU, per se.  We have little interest in your farming
techniques.  We were observing this
planet… Hokatha.  You see, we are from
out there.”  It pointed to the sky.  It made what could only be described as a grand
gesture, pointing one of its digits up towards the great green.  “We come from a different planet, and are
here to observe your world, normally we do not interfere, and simply watch from
a distance.  But…”  It stopped and looked down at the ground for
a good five seconds before continuing. 
“Something happened to our vessel, and we had to land, just beyond the
trees.” it pointed back in the direction it came from.  “It was a one-in-a-million micrometeorite
strike, it hit our port nacelle just as we were changing magnetic repulsion
frequencies, something we’ve done a thousand times over the last six months,
but this time it caused failure of our port reactor, we had to shut it down,
and the starboard reactor took tangential electrical damage because of it as
well.  Something that the manufacturer
assured us couldn’t happen.” It grumbled and turned its head slightly, but the
only sound Illtheaar heard was “Translation
unable to process, standard translation does not allow for profanity, please
manually edit database for custom translation”.  The fur above the creature’s eyes scrunched
down and it frantically tapped on the device on his side.  “Sorry, please ignore that last part, it was
a technical glitch.”  After a moment it
stopped tapping and turned to face him again. 
“To continue, we used the majority of our remaining battery to descend
and land while keeping stealth protocols intact.” 

Illtheaar was lost. 
He had no idea what nacelles were, or what a micrometeorite was, maybe
some kind of weapon?  It sounded like it
was, since it damaged something on this creature’s ship.  He knew what stealth was, but not how it
applied here or what a battery did and why you needed one to be stealthy.

“So…”  Illtheaar said,
trying to piece together this creature’s story from the confusing bits.  “Your ship was damaged, and now you had to
land to repair it.  And you need my help
because?”  He waited for the creature to
reply. 

“It’s not so simple as repairing it.  We don’t have the tools to repair the damage
that was caused to the port reactor, we should be able to jumpstart the
starboard one, but we need to recharge our batteries for that, and for that we
need to roll out almost fifty square meters of solar foil.  These ships take an enormous amount of energy
to start up, and to recharge the three-gigawatt battery will take weeks using
nothing but solar energy.  Someone from
your village will most definitely discover it. 
One of our primary directives is non-involvement.  We wanted to observe your society without
influencing it.  At least, until you
achieve space flight.  Showing your
people advanced technology will inevitably alter your future.  I cannot be party to that kind of blunder; it
will ruin my career and make me a laughing stock.”

Illtheaar only understood a small amount of what this odd
creature was saying, but he recognized someone in distress when he heard
it.  He wasn’t mean or callous by nature,
but he realized this creature, this alien
had access to technology that his people did not. Apparently, they were
centuries ahead of the Hokatha, at the very least.  He smelled an opportunity.  His ears flicked back, causing the creature
to turn its head again oddly.  The
creature must have been observing for a while because it seemed to understand
Hokathan amusement expressions.

“What is it you want from me, Commander Samuel Morton?”  Illtheaar said.  His grip on the hoe relaxing now.  His mind was in overdrive thinking about how
this could benefit him.  Better crops
possibly?  A better way to get water to
his very thirsty charges maybe.  Pest
deterrents would be very useful. 
Illtheaar’s inner thoughts were a jumble of hopes and expectations.

“It’s simple really.” Said the diminutive creature.  He reached behind his back and pulled out a
small, black, rolled up piece of cloth. 
As the creature unrolled it, it held the cloth out for Illtheaar to look
at.  The shiny black cloth had small gold
lines etched through it at regular angles. 

“This is a small example of what our solar array looks like,
we simply unroll a large section, in direct sunlight, and use a microwave
transmitter to beam the energy back to the battery.  Fifty square meters should do nicely.  We need you to help us hide the array in
plain sight.  Our ship can be hidden, but
the charging arrays cannot.  We’re asking
you to tell anyone in the village that you’re testing out some kind of new seed
sprouting technique, or something like that, anything that you think they will
believe, as long as they don’t think it’s an alien structure.  We can move it anywhere you like within about
a kilometer range of our ship, as long as there is sunlight, and we can see the
location of our ship, we can direct the microwave to our ship.” 

Illtheaar thought for a moment before nodding.  “I think I have an idea.  We have a lot of pests in our fields,
burrowing gornos that eat our lalktha roots, they don’t like the mid-summer
heat and tend to burrow deep in the summer, I can say this is a new technique
I’m using to heat the ground lower, keep away the gornos.  You can put your…” he paused, trying to
remember what the thing called it.” solar array there, in the fallow fields,
assuming your ship is still close enough to do so.”  He pointed to the spot near where the
creature emerged from the fields. 

The commander turned and looked at the location, as if
evaluating the area, and then turned back to Illtheaar with those teeth
gleaming brightly. “Yes, that will do nicely. 
Once we set it up, we will only come out after dark to check on it.  We won’t bother you any more after that.  Once we get a few weeks of charging in, we’ll
leave your world and you’ll never hear from us again.”

Illtheaar tilted his head. 
“Of course, in doing this for you, I am going to be neglecting my fields
in order to head off any Hokathans that come around for a look. it would only
be just if I received something in return. 
Do you have anything that you could offer me and my family?”

The creature curled his lower lip up under its teeth.  Consternation,
weariness?  Thought Illtheaar.  “We have studied your race for a very long
time.  We understand that you prefer
barter, so we are prepared to help you in some small way.  Nothing that will drastically change the
future of your culture, but a nudge, something that your people would discover
soon anyway.  Tell me what you would need
most, and I will see what we can do.”

Illtheaar smiled, a gesture denoted by his ears pinning to
the back his head.  The creature saw this
and curled its ocular fur down again, it was obvious to Illtheaar that it
understood this expression, but that only strengthened his position. And he
became a wealthy Hokathan.

Well, it’s now March 20th of 2020 and the Coronavirus panic is in full force in the US. While I’m not as worried about this virus as some, I understand the need to keep myself busy and out of the public for the most part, so here I sit, in my house, in my basement, where my computer and 3d printer are set up, staring at my screen, trying to write book two of the Chasing Light series (tentatively titled “Assailed”).

I’ll admit, it’s not easy to keep my mind on writing, but I’ve done a good bit of it this last month, and I expect to be finished by mid-May if all goes as planned. It is a bit of a change from the last book. It has more spy-craft with Katherine O’Shea as the protagonist, but you’ll still get plenty of James, a good bit of Galina, and a little bit of the rest of the crew as well.

A tiny spoiler coming (so stop reading here if you don’t want to know). you WILL see some space ships in this one. Not just something from “The Tank” but others as well, and maybe even a bit of action out there in the beyond. You’ll find out this fall, when I plan to have finished editing and publish the first draft of book 2!

Stay safe all! Stay healthy! Best wishes!

-LM

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