What’s in a Name

I have added some more to “Lost Contact” and wanted to talk to you about one of the many challenges in writing fiction, creating names.  I was faced with this problem on several levels for this section of the story, because I wanted to write about the planet where Jack Carson meets his demise.  First of all, not only did I have to come up with his name in the first place, but now I had to come up with the name for a planet.  You can’t just plug anything in either.  It has to sound good.

While I was working on that planet’s name, I realized I had not named the planet Jack was currently on or the star of the planet he was going to.  Should I name a real star or make one up?  Will the planet have its own name or be named as a number of the stars name?  Oh, by the way, that got me to thinking of the name of the ship that transports Jack to the star system.  Damn!  This kind of stuff grows exponentially to me.

Well anyway, the star is called Erindi, the planet is called Erindi II, and the ship is the Strange Inquisitor.  I had fun naming the ship.  Well, that is it for now, but I still have to come up with a last name for Allison along with other things I will unfortunately think of later.  Be glad I am not ranting about coming up with titles and paragraph headings this time.

Whoa … That’s Like Really Trippy Dude!


This is the Sarah Seadragon painting with the main painting layer turned off.  I will do that some times to check for mistakes, a few of which are the white stripes on the tail and ribs that should have been on the main painting.  However, I thought this looked pretty cool, almost like a star cluster.

Another Project Almost Completed


I have finally put some quality time into this painting and am nearing completion.  As you can see I have added a lot to the background and played with the intensities of the main nebula, at this point there are nine layers to track.  Some for the background stars, some for the hazes, and one just to tone down the background star haze.  I push my limits with every new project I approach.  This image has been no different, hope you like the results?

Fish Fillets Anyone?


It has been a while but here is an update to the painting “Predatory Stars in the Depths of the Universe”.  Mostly a lot of detail work along with an additional layer of gossamer haze light, including the connection to the lure star.

Processes in Motion

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

Argent Solitude


Robert Garbin


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.