You are in Luck Today (from my Patreon page)

Guys and Gals, you are in luck today.  I had decided to open up another story for the public, but when I went searching on my Patreon page, I realized I had not loaded this particular story.  So I am actually adding a new reward for the month that I have decided to share with the public.  The story is a little over a thousand words, making it a quick read, and is called “A Taste of Armageddon”.  Here is what I posted on the sight:

“Well, it has been several months since I have uploaded a new story and I also had this particular one in mind, given the state of the union.  I honestly thought I had already uploaded this one a while ago.  I am glad that I hadn’t.  I am leaving this reward open to the public so feel free to leave comments on my blog, which I very much look forward too.”

New Reward – A Taste of Armageddon

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Processes in Motion

As I promised, here his an updated version of the story a few posts ago now titled “Argent Solitude”

Argent Solitude

by

Robert Garbin

Original

The great Moon God stood at the apex of the tallest mountain in his cold demesne and stared into the heavens that were alive with stars, glory undimmed.  He was jealous.  Jealous of their millennia long conversations, their fiery hearts.  It wasn’t that he hated his cold lifeless kingdom, it was achingly beautiful with its argent glow, but it was lonely.  The Earth had all that life to keep Gaia on her toes.  All he had was the Suns stellar winds etching lines slowly over his lands.

With a sigh, the Lord of the Moon turned to climb down the shining, powdery slope when something whizzed past him slamming into the ground.  The talc like powder of his home sprayed high into the air.  Slowly the dust settled down to the surface around the new scar upon the Gods pristine land.  Stomping over to the cooling rim of the rather small crater, the Moon God expected to see nothing but the burnt remains of some piece of solar system flotsam.  What he found perplexed him at first.

Indeed there were traces of metal, but they actually had shapes.  Also, they were in better shape then he believed possible.  The God picked up the rapidly cooling object to study the hard lines and squared off shape, which was covered in strange markings.  “Now where did this come from, ” he thought.

Just then, the earth began to rise over the horizon and, though he couldn’t say how, he was sure the object had come from Gaia.  It was her way of saying she was thinking of him and that he wasn’t alone.  After a time, a brilliant smile spread across his face then he began the long trek back to his castle.

Second Go

The Great Moon God, frost-pale skinned and white-gold haired, stood silently upon the apex of the highest mountain in his demesne, staring at the heavens alive with stars their glory undimmed.  He was jealous.  Not for lack of beauty was this powerful God jealous.  His kingdom held desolation so glorious that his heart ached to describe it, light so cold his tongue froze to speak of it, and land so soft his whisper alone created tempest.  No, the Moon God was not jealous of the beauty of the stars and their fiery Gods.  He was jealous of their company.

The God of the Sun and all his brethren felt the surrounding planets were beneath their notice.  Star Gods held era long conversations over distances so vast that the Moon God’s birth billions of years ago was but a good morning to them.  How was such as he to engage the interest of these Gods?  As for the other planets, only Earth and Gaia were close enough to see easily and Gaia had little time for him with all that life scampering across her kingdom.

With a low sigh, the Great Moon God turned his ice-blue eyes toward his castle far across the crushed velvet plain and began climbing down the mountain.  Unexpectedly something whizzed past his head to slam into the powder at the base of the mountain.  A haze of fine talc sprayed into the void.  When the Moon God reached the site, the dust particles had begun their return to the surface to form a bright ejecta pattern around the remains of the object.

He was mildly surprised to see more than pulverized flotsam from the solar system in the small crater.  Apparently the object had tried to land instead of crash into his domain.  The Moon God picked up a piece of shiny metal that was almost whole and found markings he could almost consider to be writing.  “Now just where did you come from,” he ruminated?

He turned his cold gaze back to the mountain, which the Earth was just beginning to rise over.  Not knowing how, he was sure it had come from Gaia.  She had somehow managed to train those incorrigible monkeys to make this object and send it here.  She was thinking of him, a reminder that he wasn’t alone.  The Moon God swung back toward the long trek home while a cold smile melted the glacier of his continence.

Fulfilling a Need to be Creative and Interact with You

The great Moon God stood at the apex of the tallest mountain in his cold demesne and stared into the heavens that were alive with stars, glory undimmed.  He was jealous.  Jealous of their millennia long conversations, their fiery hearts.  It wasn’t that he hated his cold lifeless kingdom, it was achingly beautiful with its argent glow, but it was lonely.  The Earth had all that life to keep Gaia on her toes.  All he had was the Suns stellar winds etching lines slowly over his lands.

With a sigh, the Lord of the Moon turned to climb down the shining, powdery slope when something whizzed past him slamming into the ground.  The talc like powder of his home sprayed high into the air.  Slowly the dust settled down to the surface around the new scar upon the Gods pristine land.  Stomping over to the cooling rim of the rather small crater, the Moon God expected to see nothing but the burnt remains of some piece of solar system flotsam.  What he found perplexed him at first.

Indeed there were traces of metal, but they actually had shapes.  Also, they were in better shape then he believed possible.  The God picked up the rapidly cooling object to study the hard lines and squared off shape, which was covered in strange markings.  “Now where did this come from, ” he thought.

Just then, the earth began to rise over the horizon and, though he couldn’t say how, he was sure the object had come from Gaia.  It was her way of saying she was thinking of him and that he wasn’t alone.  After a time, a brilliant smile spread across his face then he began the long trek back to his castle.

Put Your Word Where Your Mouth is!

Here is a little over six month review of the changes made to this blog since I began reflecting content from my Patreon page here:

Blog Followers are up from 114 to 166, a 31% increase

Blog Views are up from 344 to 527, a 34.7% increase

Blog Visitors are up from 260 to 346, a 24.8% increase

Blog Likes are up from 149 to 277, a 46.2% increase

The take away is that the seven month numbers are substantially up against the entire year of 2016, which happened to be the best year ever for this blog.

Why do I bring this up?  Well, because I have to ask you a favor.  When I started changing this blog it was in support of the launch of my Patreon page that I hoped would become a vehicle for achieving a measure of artistic success and hopefully supplement the income from my day job.  As part of this attempt to have an artistic life, I gave myself a year from the beginning of 2017 to make it an  ongoing venture.  Over six months have gone by and while the blog is enjoying success, my Patreon site is not.  There are going to be some things I will look at shortly to make the page more attractive, maybe even switch to a per project model.  Your feedback would be most helpful; however, your support would be better.  If not financially, then by word of mouth, because the more people who visit this blog, the more chances I have of gaining patrons.

Please, if you like what I am doing, tell your friends who like science fiction/fantasy art and writing to visit this blog.  Send them a link.  I come from a long history of retail work and one thing I know is that out of the people who shop, only a small percentage actually buy, so the more you get to shop the better your chance of a sale.  With enough shoppers you can make a living.  I need to make a living.  Please help me get more shoppers.  Promote my site on your blog, tell your friends, become a patron,or even give me advice.

If the situation does not improve, I will have to switch gears and look for a second job to get my financial situation under control.  I will probably find little time to work on projects or post to the blog, which is something I enjoy.  So send me your starving science fiction fans.

 

I will leave you with a content breakdown so far from my Patreon page Robert Garbin’s Patreon page:

7 Short Stories

18 image files

Painting Projects Completed 2 with one nearing completion and another far along

Two Art Projects in Preparation

Poem in the works

Horror Story started

 

First Reward of 2017 (from my Patreon page)

Here is the story I have been teasing you with for the past month.  The story involves an unlikely hero for earth that was not born there and, in fact, is not even human.  Sensu was an Altharian and he was a spy.  How he ended up getting to earth started way back in class on his home planet.  I present “Sensu Learns a Lesson”.

Starship Terra Another Thought

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This one goes out to all you scientist, engineers, and business people who are so fond of conquering nature.  When you plow over forests and damn rivers to bring us power and shopping malls, manicured estates and glistening steel towers, non-stick frying pans and germ free houses, you need to remember one important fact.  Remember this fact when you see the annoyances nature throws at you as something to be beaten or destroyed.  We are nature.  We are made from the materials we ingest from the world.  Our bodies respond to the stimuli abundant in nature, in fact, that is how we became what we are.  We also have reactions to the things you do that we do not have the wisdom to foresee.  So do not be in a rush to throw technology at defeating an aspect of nature that bothers you or feel you can profit from.  Because by defeating or destroying nature, you destroy us.  For those Christians who believe God put us above nature and; thus, you should be allowed to do what you want, the philosophy still holds.  God made us from the dust and water of the earth.  You are still connected to and part of the nature you scoff.  Bones.

Universal Eyes – Infinite Sadness

Universal Eyes - Infinite Sadness

 

Here is my latest digital drawing.  I am learning more as I do more paintings and am having lots of fun making my ideas come to life.  You may purchase prints of this or Mystics and Misfits from my Deviantart page, the link is towards the bottom on the left (sites).  I hope to hear from you.