A Video Interview with Dr John S Lewis, author of the A Rending Clash of Worlds Series

Here's a video of John S Lewis, author of A Rending Clash of Worlds series, talking about what's behind the story. The interviewer is Bob Ferguson.

A Rending Clash of Worlds I: The Astronomers
A Rending Clash of Worlds II: The Engineers

A Rending Clash of Worlds: The Series, by Dr. John S Lewis

A Rending Clash of Worlds Series

In 1871, in this story, an asteroid is discovered that is not where it was expected to be, namely in the Asteroid Belt. Instead, it is in an Earth-crossing orbit. Such a possibility has never been suspected.

And now a young science major at Princeton College has been recruited to help track it next time it's in an orbit favorable for observation.

The asteroid, named Thanatos (classicists will know why), is found to be in an orbit that threatens Earth, and scientists must learn new science, engineers must develop new tools, and statesmen must achieve new levels of international cooperation to save Earth from certain destruction.

John S Lewis, the author of the three volumes of A Rending Clash of Worlds, is himself a space scientist, former professor of planetary sciences and an expert on our solar system, from MIT and the University of Arizona, and more recently the Chief Scientist at Deep Space Industries, Inc.

A Rending Clash of Worlds, the series, is historical science fiction. What happens could have happened. Clash shows the speeding up of science and technologies in the face of imminent annihilation. Every step of the development of the technologies of salvation actually happened, but on a different time scale.

With this story we see how these developments were forced on the humanity of that day. We also see the role of diplomacy, statesmanship, and cooperation as being a critical component.

If you like alternate histories, I think you'll really enjoy the Clash series.

Breakthrough in indie publishing

Here's a quotation from a great article on indie publishing:

"This is a great time to be an author. The opportunity to reach readers has never been greater. The benefit of fully democratised distribution, negligible book production & distribution costs, the ability to reach a worldwide market instantly with low-cost ebooks is, to me, really exciting."

Tubing on the Yellowstone - really?

I have to confess that I resisted the tubing expedition we put together for our family members, who range in age from 71 down to 4 months. The tubing was to include everyone four years and above. But I thought I could enjoy it just as much vicariously. What if it was too hot out there. Or sunny. Or bumpy. Or scary, or awkward for, you know, an old Grammy.

But a certain daughter cajoled and explained - not just once - that I would LOVE it and I MUST go and that this would create HAPPY MEMORIES for my grandchildren.

So despite feeling clumsy (how do you get into a less-than-ground-level tube anyway?) and fairly tubular myself, I decided to go.

Fortunately as we blew up the 20 tubes we'd rented, a STORM blew in! Thunder and lightning! No time to be out on the water! Full of real danger, foolish to venture out into...as I explained to a lawyer son, a space-scientist husband, an adventure-nut son-in-law. They hoisted their tubes, encouraged their offspring, and trod into the water.

I was the last one in. It happened because that sil said, well, stay here if you're worried....

And leave my grandchildren to fry on the river?

So I waddled into the water, stepped into the vehicle (a poor excuse for a vessel for serious travel), plunked down, adjusted my posterior, stretched out my legs, grabbed the paddle-thingy, and shot out into the deep. About 6 feet deep was the Yellowstone, and I entered its current at a record-setting pace.

In fact I did shoot past the early-adopters, and took the lead in the casual, easy-going, non-race that constituted the braver elements of our progeny. (At least some had the sense to stay behind to carry our genes forward.)

The thunder boomed and the lightning was all too visible and a particular dark cloud rolled closer and closer. I paddled and paddled. Others floated and floated. Soon I was in the lead permanently.

Little children rode on the laps of their parents. Grampy and I rode in 'trackers', which are the LazyBoys of the tubing world, fully equipped with a cupholder as well as a comfy (relatively speaking) backrest.

The storm continued to brew.

The tracker leaked.

Some parents avoided the rocks that caused upsurges of whitewater. Others headed for them on purpose and provided early warning (through squeals) for the bulk of the party.

Soon we were quite spread out. The water (in the tracker) was sufficiently comfy that I felt no impatience for this adventure to be over. I tested the water outside my little vehicle and it was substantially cooler. The sky was cloudy so overheating was not close to being a problem.

At one point I saw a fair amount of whitewater ahead, and it spread from one shore to the other. How was I going to avoid it? I saw a break and headed for it, only to be swept into the chop broadside. I grabbed the handles so I wouldn't be thrown out, and was tossed wildly from side to side. Cold water poured in first here and then there.

It turns out that the best way to remove excess water from such a vehicle is to scoop it out with the scoopy tip of the paddle. I did not invent this technique, but after laughing at him who did (because in HIS case it propelled him sideways right into the bank of the river) I adopted it. And now it is in the public domain....

The storm passed behind us. Sometimes the sun came out. Certain of the children were done at an early pull-out. Three of us, through the good choices of the most rapid currents or judicious use of the paddles, were first to round the many bends that indicated we were approaching the end of the journey, some 2 hours down the river.

The end point was to be the vacation rental we have been using all week. As we approached I realized that the remaining issue was stopping in time. Once past our destination, we would find ourselves continuing down the river without a rescue plan. So once the house was in sight, I clung to the shore - and ran aground. The timely arrival of a son-in-law tubing behind me with his squeally 5-year-old resulted in my being biffed back into the current until it was the right time to paddle with all my might for the shore, where he - the same sil - hauled me out and even remembered to grab the tracker as it headed downstream.

Exhilaration! I made it. Gradually the others came into view around the last bend and as we hauled them out ('we' being a somewhat inaccurate term), they were all smiles. It took about half an hour till the last arrival.

(One grandchild did not really get the message that he should get out of the middle lane of the river, and one of our party jumped back in to bring him to shore, only 100 feet or so downstream. But that is only 1 of 20 grandchildren who participated, so we did pretty well, all in all.)

And then the skies opened up. It rained for the next couple of hours. Nothing will dry. Tomorrow we leave this reunion and we will all go home with soggy clothing. And sweet memories. And a few photos taken from shore as we arrived, which I will post as soon as they are sent to me.

Family reunion on the Yellowstone

We are enjoying a family reunion on the Yellowstone River about 35 miles north of the park. There have been 45 of us (all our descendants, plus various spouses) in a lovely ranch house this week. The days have been sunny and warm, the evenings cool - couldn't be better. Today we are tubing down the Yellowstone. The families will use a calm stretch for a 'float' of about 2 hours. Then in the afternoon the more athletic among us will do a 'bumpy' ride down some white water. I'd recommend this vacation site to anyone. Contact me if you would like to find out more about this vacation rental. I'm going to write a review for the owners so others will know it's a great place.

Interestingly, we're not far - only a few hours - from Triple Divide itself!

Sites like this inspire me to write stories. What would my character do here? What trouble would Sharlie or Sissy get themselves into, what romance would Annie Skye find here, musical or otherwise? What would Sally do and who would she rescue? Or maybe there's a new character I haven't met yet. There's nothing like a rugged setting and rapidly changing conditions to stimulate those story juices.

Meanwhile I am looking forward to No Adventures Today. As the grandmother of this clan, the Grammy of all of them, I look forward to a calm float with maybe just a few bumps into a grandchild here and there. I'm fine to have the adrenalin limited to my characters - leave my grandkids alone!

We'll see, we'll see. The only thing we know is that there will be surprises.

New review of "Haymarket"

"Haymarket" is just a very short short story. So I am surprised by all the media attention on it. I just found this review on one of my favorite blogs. Here's the link:

"Haymarket" Review

Maybe if you like this review you could leave the author a comment. I know that as a blogwriter myself, it can get fairly lonely even while reaching out to all of mankind. (You can leave me a comment too - I would love it!)

Thanks for reading!

Comment on "Haymarket" by a granddaughter

Kate Lewis

I was delighted to see this little review of "Haymarket: A Sharley Adventure" by our granddaughter Kate Lewis, who is shown in the photo. The review was originally published in this article.

I loved this short story. Very captivating to read about an accident from the point of view of a 5 year old. Although she shows no fear, we all worried for her and this short story pulled me right in. I hope to read more short adventures like this from Peg Lewis in the future!