Book Review: 251 Things to Do in Tofino: And it is NOT just about Surfing by Kait Fennell and 9 others

The Appendices Say It All

When the opportunity to review this travel guide came along, I responded as I often do when faced with important blogging and book reviewing decisions.  I thought, ‘Why not.  Haven’t done that before.’  And I’m glad I did.

First, let me say that this book is definitely appropriate if you are going to or thinking of going to Tofino, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada.  On the other hand, it’s probably not helpful if you aren’t going there…and it might even upset your well laid plans, because you’ll probably be tempted if you read this guide.

Numerous other reviews have, rightfully, lauded the book’s fun nature and extensive detail, so let me take a different approach to this review.  Personally, I believe you can get a feel for the book (and the area) by looking at the topics in the appendices.  This is where the authors provide the names, phone numbers, and websites of the Tofino businesses.  But surely, you say, there is more to the book than the town’s commerce…and there is, including some of the locals describing what Tofino means to them.  But bear with me, if you will, because in addition to an appendix on restaurants (of course), you will find appendices on Bear Watching, Bicycle and Scooter Rentals, Bird Watching, Campgrounds and Hostels, Canoeing, Sea Kayaking, Sport Fishing, Surfing and Stand Up Paddle, and Whale Watching.  And somehow, the authors still found the need for an appendix called ‘Other Activities.’ 

Let’s face it.  If you like the splendor of the outdoors, and more specifically, the temperate rainforest variety, you’ll probably love Tofino.  And the book will give you everything you need to make that happen.

Progress Review: Retroscape of a Future Mind

I read somewhere that an author’s primary online presence (i.e., my blog) should be blatantly obnoxious self-promotion.  I’m tempted…but then, even I do not want to read, ‘wrote 1,327 words today, but deleted another 2,653 in order to give YOU, the reader, the thrill of your reading life…’ 

But I do occasionally succumb to the urge to provide a progress review, like today.

Currently, Retroscape of a Future Mind is a complete draft of some 84,209 words, and awaiting the first of usually at least two clarifying and extending edits before it goes to Beta readers.  As such, it’s nearly 14,000 words longer than either of the first two books at this point, but I tend to believe that this one will not swell as much under these edits as the previous novels.  The other two grew by about 12,000 words at this stage.  We’ll see.

The countdown clock on the tab for this book is still showing completion around January 2017…which may be about right, or a bit too early.  One of the determining factors on timing is whether or not I participate in the National Novel Writing Month or NaNoWriMo, which is November.  I have to think I probably will, not because I believe I can write anything decent in a month, but just to have the experience of it.  I mean, don’t you wonder about things like this?  I do.  

Then, assuming whatever I turn out in a month is not total garbage, a big assumption, I’d have a fourth book at the first draft stage, i.e., about where I am on book #3 right now.  But that probably pushes Retroscape until March or April…which is still OK.  That would be a book release in a year, rather than 9 months.

We shall see.  But in the meantime, I’m enjoying the ride, and maybe – just maybe – I’ll pen something you can enjoy as well.

Happy writing…and reading,

BmP

Would Stanley Milgram Find the Same Thing Today?

Recently, I had the opportunity to speak to a group about one of my passions – no, not writing, but rather, smart home automation.  A lot of that technology is immature and constantly changing, making it truly a geek pastime…which is why I like it so much.

At the end of my talk, one lady came up to me and said, ‘I’m really sorry.  Your talk was fascinating, but putting you on right after lunch was brutal.  I couldn’t keep my eyes open.  I don’t know what they were thinking when they put this schedule together.’  Standing right beside me was the teacher…who had indeed built the schedule.

Later, out of the earshot of the class, the teacher mentioned that comments like that were common.  They were especially prevalent in the context of any type of evaluation or competition, when rather forceful demands for changes were made because ‘something wasn’t fair’ or because ‘I can do that because you never said I couldn’t.’  No one seemed to want to do what was planned or when it was planned.

All I could think was that according to Stanley Milgram, all the teacher needed to say was ‘the class requires that you continue.’

If the paraphrase above means nothing to you, then I’d guess you were not a student of psychology, because nearly every one of us has read, and usually remembers, the results from the Milgram Obedience Studies at Yale.  And that’s because, their results are disturbing and seem to reveal an unwelcome fact about human nature.  And that fact is, most people are willing to obey the direction of an authority figure, even if it involves hurting another.  In the case of the study, a researcher directed the participants to deliver painful electric shocks to another person, even when the recipient of those shocks was banging on the wall and complaining of a heart condition.  And this obedience was obtained with the researcher using only four standard, somewhat bland prompts:

1. Please continue.
2. The experiment requires that you continue.
3. It is absolutely essential that you continue.
4. You have no other choice, you must go on.

Most of us who read those results thought we would not have delivered the full sequence of stronger and stronger shocks, which ended when the scale read 450 volts and when the recipient in the adjacent room had gone silent.  Most of us hoped we would not have done that.  But the fact remained, on average over several replications, more than 60% obeyed the researcher with no more justification than what is given above.

Today, the Milgram studies cannot be fully replicated.  The procedure no longer meets the ethical guidelines for the use of humans in experimental research, and for good reason in my opinion.  Because although the entire procedure was a ruse and no shocks were given, the participants who thought they were delivering shocks suffered substantially.  From all accounts of their behaviors – sweating, trembling, laughing nervously or uncontrollable, digging their fingernails into their skin – it was a terrifying experience, even if they did persist.

So now that the Milgram procedure is off the table, I’m left to wonder if it is possible that the pendulum has swung, and that today, we are less likely to blindly follow the dictates of an authority figure who simply says, the class requires that you continue.  And I wonder, as the teacher implied, that maybe it has swung too far.  But even if we are a bit beyond the midpoint of equilibrium, maybe that’s not a bad place to be, considering where we have been.

My Worst Nightmare

I think it comes as no surprise to anyone that there are certain nightmares that many of us have experienced.  I searched the issue of recurring nightmares online and found no shortage of lists.  And after perusing several of them, I can confirm that I’ve experienced quite a few of the more prevalent ones, e.g., falling, being unprepared for a test in school, etc.  My most frequent nightmare related to school, however, was not being unprepared for an exam, but rather, discovering part way through a semester, that I had misread my schedule and had not been attending a class AT ALL.  What is that all about?

And then, there are those nightmares on these lists that to the best of my relatively poor ability to recall anything from sleep, I don’t believe I’ve experienced.  One list, for example, mentioned nightmares about home maintenance, such as discovering that your home’s lights no longer work.  I’ve never had that one.  Don’t get me wrong – I have had more than my share of trepidations about my home.  But when I do, my eyes have always been open – wide open, staring in disbelief.

But my worst nightmare, I fear, is yet to come.  I know it is building in my subconscious, little by little, word by word, every day that I write.  And it goes something like this.

Somewhere, in the basement computing facility of any one of the many three-letter organizations, some massive, supercomputer with nothing better to do is keeping tabs on our online searches.  So, someone searches the massive virtual repository that we call the Internet for construction plans for a nuclear device, and he goes in the possible terrorist category.  Then, someone else sees what they can find on common fire accelerants, and he goes in the possible arsonist category.

But within this list of the many types of possible miscreants, our trusty supercomputer saves one category for the worst of the worst, the absolute scum of the earth.  This is the person who isn’t satisfied with just one…or even two ways to murder his fellow man.  He wants to know about them all – disease, poison, electrocution, ways to drive people mad, torture, you name it.  His thirst for evildoing knows no bounds, as he flits from one diabolical scheme to another.  And at the top of that list is, your intrepid mystery/thriller writer, me…who even wants to know about causing nightmares.  How low can he go?

Ah, what I would give for that ability to tell myself, this is just a dream, this is just a dream...and wake up.

Walking for Words, Take 2

If you go into the archives for my blog to September 23, 2015, you’ll find a post called “Walking for Words.”  In it, I described how much of what goes into my books – the plots and their twists, the dialogues, and the back story – comes to me during my daily walks.  These walks can be anything from coffee strolls on St. Louis city streets, to hikes on the state park trails in Missouri, Illinois, and Kentucky, to outings in several of our national treasures, such as the Pacific Crest Trail, the American Discovery Trail, or the Appalachian Trail.  And being the nerd I am, I even cited the number of steps on my Fitbit, which now total 12,259,448 in a little over 2.5 years.

But following the traditional literary advice to show, rather than tell (which is somewhat counter-intuitive when you are working with words), I give you a picture of my hiking boots after a recent trip to Hawn State Park, south of St. Louis.  About 5 miles into an 8+ mile hike, the sole of one boot separated from the upper – I swear it looked fine before the walk!  But before you blame poor quality or workmanship, let me say, these boots are probably something like 20 years old, with several thousand miles on them.  I was just checking them out for an upcoming hike in Colorado.  I guess I’ll need a backup plan?

So, with this many miles accumulating in the preparation of book 3, I’ll have to make it at least a best seller.  What do you think – ten steps for each book sold would be, what, 120,000 books.  That’ll do.

Happy Writing,
BmP

Now Available Free on Kindle Unlimited

As the vast majority of my sales have been Amazon anyway, I decided to hand over all the marketing of these two books for the next 90 days.

 

Half A Mind:  A dark, scientific thriller, direct from the pages of today’s medical research

https://www.amazon.com/Half-Mind-Sleuth-Book-ebook/dp/B015784A8M

Mind in the Clouds:  A suspenseful whodunit...where not all the suspects are human. 

http://www.amazon.com/Mind-Clouds-Sleuth-Book-ebook/dp/B01BYRX220/

Cover Reveal – Retroscape of a Future Mind

I have been remiss in revealing the cover for my next book, Retroscape of a Future Mind, and at the same time, showcasing the artistic talents of my daughter, Courtney.  (Be thankful that I’m not creating my own covers!).

I’ve actually had this cover for some time, and even have it displayed as a link to its book page on this blog, but none of that information goes out to my email distribution or on my feeds to Google+, Amazon, or Goodreads.  So for the rest of my reading audience, the cover and my working synopsis for the next volume in the Mind Sleuth Series.

Happy writing,

BmP

 

Looking back from 2065, the dystopian futurists were exactly right...and completely wrong

In 2065 St. Louis, Missouri, Dr. Sam “Doc” Price’s life-long friend, Rick Johnston, is found dead.  But nothing about his death makes sense to Doc.  And when the authorities decline to investigate, due to the lack of evidence of foul play, he starts to recreate a landscape of their past lives, a retroscape, looking for watersheds that might explain such a needlessly violent and lonely death in a world where such actions are unimaginable.  As he reconstructions their friendship in his mind, Doc recounts a threatened pandemic that killed almost no one, but nonetheless, left the world permanently disfigured.  He recalls when humans started turning to robots for acceptance, companionship, and yes, even love.  He remembers the constant push and pull of technology, making human lives more convenient, easier, but perhaps, not better.  And in the end, Doc discovers a single phrase, uttered only twice, that leads to the realization that now, 100 years after their initial predictions, the dystopian futurists had been exactly right...and completely wrong.