Monday, December 4, 2017

Liza O'Connor shares Surviving Outbound


How this series came to be:

When I first wrote this sci-fi series, I began with the story Surviving Outbound which refused to end, so I broke it down into 2 books. The  first book covers the dangerous voyage to a new world, then second is their struggle to survive on a planet with T Rexs, large sentient blue cattle called Sargons, giant bears, and a billion large rats that will devour anything in their path. One of those result in the key Gods getting very drunk in the book that is finally declared #3.

Once the colonists befriend the sentient race of blue bulls, they move to the Sargon’s valley where the giant blue bulls can protect them so I can focus on the lives of the colonists. Like typical humans, they fall in love, some marry, some have to wait and thus just long to marry, babies arrive, and a great deal of conniving and bad behavior occurs.

Less typical is that my main characters are a Soul-bond of Three. That means three bodies hold a single massive soul comprised of the three before they bonded.


While each still retains their own personality, they can hear and feel what their soul bonds do unless one purposely blocks the others. They only do this when they need to protect the other two from something they think the others are better not knowing. 

For example, when Saran was chained, face to the wall, in the basement and whipped daily, she imagined herself in her room. Thus, Tamara never had a clue of her true state.  Nor did Saran realize Tamara had married a man, then died on his ranch, since they mind-spoke every day and she never mentioned either situation.

When Saran also married Dmitri (the man Tamara had previously married) they had expected it would be a normal two-bonded fems with a non-bonded husband.  For that was the way it had always occurred before. However, for the first time in any multiverse, a three-bonded soul was created from the sweetest woman you’ll ever meet, a sassy spirit, and a hardworking, honorable, strong man.

Three books center around the Soul-bond of Three and their offspring.  But one other character in the last book so intrigued my early beta readers, they demanded a book one to set the stage and explain how this sentient being came to be. 

So I wrote The Gods of Probabilities. At first I wrote it with the Gods working silently in the background, but then I realized the books would be so much funnier if I let the Gods come out from behind their curtain and let us see how badly they can behave and how hard it is to save someone within their bureaucratic rules.

So in book one we meet the adorable water children of Oceana, including the very nice and talented Drogan, plus a whole bunch of sassy, cranky Gods. (I am assuming you’ve read book 1. If not, you may start at book 2, since it was the original beginning. However, I recommend reading book 1 first.

In Book two, you will begin on Earth with the humans and gain a berth in the outbound ship. (Sorry, all I could afford was a 3rd class cube for you, but the captain assures me no one dies from curling up in a ball and sleeping in a rubber cube.)

Now, if the Gods can solve a great deal of issues with the few God interventions left for them to use, hopefully you and the colonists will all make it to Terranue in one piece. I promise not to leave you hanging, you either will or won’t land, depending on how the probabilities fall. (This will cease to be a Schrodinger’s cat situation once the event collapses).



 I wrote it so you and the colonist would land, but another me in another universe may be perverse and write it where they die in space. It’s all too likely that another me will do that. And if you grasp that concept, you’ll understand why the Gods are so cranky. They don’t just have to control one of me, but billions of me.

However, you can help. As you read the book, you can focus on positive resolutions. Positive thinking is very important in Quantum Physics. In fact, it turns out to be more important than the concept of Reality.


Surviving Outbound
By
Liza O’Connor
 Blurb
Saran along with her ‘not dead, just no longer human’ soul-bondTamara, and their giant blue bull leave in search of a handler so Blue can escape Earth and travel outbound. The man Saran meets and falls in love with turns out to be Tamara’s husband. Their spiritual joining of three sets into play a prophecy written long ago. Together, they become Tamsarandem, the most powerful soul-bond in all the multiverses.  

The shamans pay for their voyage to Terranue, an unknown planet, never before colonized by humans. In return, Tamsarandem must look after the other colonists and help them to prosper and find their Paths of Light. They will need to do this mostly on their own, for the Gods are running out of authorized interventions. However, the God Pane, with the help of the sentient ship-computer, Marybell, constantly search for clever workarounds to ensure The Path of Light will reign supreme upon the final collapse. But there is only so much they can do within their bureaucratic rules. 

Having failed to stop Tamsarandem from leaving Earth, those who walk the Path of Darkness embed their own people, including their darkest lord, on the ship to ensure it will never arrive at Terranue.

Excerpt
Focusing, Tamara created a faint, shimmering image of her former self. She could have created a solid appearance, but she thought a shimmer might make Saran realize the change in her existence without the sudden blow of what it meant.

“Tamara, is that you?” Saran whispered.

“Yes,” Tamara replied through mind-speak.

Saran’s face distorted in anguish. “Are you dead?”

Tamara flinched at the waves of pain Saran exuded. As soul-bonds, what one felt, the other felt, unless they purposely blocked their soul-bond from the truth, which she had done during her painful death.

Saren’s torment was exactly the reason she had delayed returning. She could not bear to feel sweet Saran in pain, nevertheless be the cause of it. “I prefer to be called no longer corporal.” She moved closer, wishing she could embrace her soul-bond, but that was not possible. All she had to comfort were her words. “You possess half of my soul. I cannot die as long as you live.”

As Tamara neared, goose bumps formed on Saran’s arms, which she tried to rub away.

Sorry for the chill. It’s the ionization process I use to create my form.” Unable to endure her soul-bond’s current distress, she checked out the animals.

Tamara had purposely portrayed herself exactly as she had looked the day she’d run away six years prior, the last image Saran had of her. She’d hoped the familiar brown, weaved pants and white shirt of a handler would make their first meeting less stressful. Her blond hair was braided down the center of her back, just as Saran had done for her six years ago.

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Book 2: Surviving Outbound
Book 1: The Gods of Probabilities
About Author
Liza is a multiple genre author of 38 novels. Here are some of her followers' favorite:

For Sci-Fi, my personal favorite is The Multiverse Series. 

However, my sci-fi readers seem to prefer my Post Apocalyptic Army Trilogy: Savager's Mission, Scavenger Falters, Savager Vanishes.

I also have a Artificial Intelligence two book series: Public Secrets and Birth of Adam. Some readers find it a bit too disturbing in book two.

I also write in other genres:

My personal favorite series is A Late Victorian Sleuth Series, with a young woman who dresses as a man and works for the finest sleuth in London: The Adventures of Xavier & Vic. There are nine books in the series as of now, with more to come.
Don't miss the spinoff, A Right to Love. It is part of the ongoing story.

My best selling series: A Long Road to Love is a humorous Contemporary Disaster Romance series of five books. First book sets the stage: Worst Week Ever


If you love men behaving badly, try Ghost Lover. While you may not like the fellows at first, you will fall in love with Senna, the sexy ghost Lassier, and the invisible ghost Ocelot, and the men eventually straighten up and behave as well.

In a desire to help Jane Austen out, since she died from a curable disease in her prime, I took on the task of telling what happened to the youngest daughter of Pride & Prejudice: Lydia Bennet. The first book is Untamed & Unabashed. Some readers were shocked upon reading, but with Wickham as her husband and she being only 16 when she married, what else could it be. However, on the first day of book 2, The Duchess Lydia, I killed off Wickham, which freed her to choose her own life. You'll be far more pleased with how Lydia grows up in book 2.

Another favorite is Saving Casey. It's about an old woman who dies and wakes up in the body of a teenager from hell.

To be honest, I love all 38 of my books, but I'll stop talking about them now.

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Friday, December 1, 2017

How to tell time by The Gods of Probabilities: Warning, it's Complicated.


Telling time in Space
How can spacemen, traveling through space, measure time in a meaningful way?

It’s not as simple as it sounds.

On Earth, we initially established our years, days, minutes and second between the Earth’s rotation around the sun.  It’s not quite accurate, which explains leap year every four years, but it does well enough to get by.

But what if we moved to the new Oceana, a planet far away in a different galaxy? Would we call a single rotation of our new planet around our new sun a year?  But what if our new home is a moon that rotates around a large gaseous planet that rotates between two suns?
 What if that rotation shifts from time to time due to the gradational pull of each sun?


Those are matters my Oceanics must deal with, but honestly, they are flexible with time, it being an illusion and all. If it is dark, they sleep. If it is light they study or work according to the plans of their teachers. They have no perceptible season in the water since it remains a pleasant temperature year around. So no one actually cares what time it is.

In book 2, my human (well, mostly human) colonists will land on a very different a planet. The planet comes with five seasons, three of them quite deadly and the sentient beings, who resemble cows and bulls, count their years by the passing of the five seasons. It makes sense that on such a planet you will create time categories that work specifically for your planet. It’s not helpful to designate a certain number of days a year if it doesn’t consistently correspond with changes in the seasons.  If May is freezing one year, and underwater the next year because you failed to alter ‘time’ to your new life cycle, you aren’t going to be a successful colonist.

So how will we do this? If we arrive with watches set to earth, what good are they? If they have no means to be recalculated, then they are worthless.

One already invented measurement device uses a pulsar to tell time. But while considered ‘out of space’ from our position on earth, it wouldn’t be accurate for a space ship to use as it flew toward and away from its pulsar.

However, the latest advancement in atomic clocks is one called the Quantum Logic Clock that’s based on measurements of individual ions of Beryllium and aluminum. It could set a truly Universal standard that regardless where you are in the universe, you could use since all you need to do is bring the ions with you.

One should expect all space stations and ships will adapt to Universal Standard time, since they have no ‘seasons’.

However, most planets will prefer to use a clock that corresponds with their seasons based on their rotation around their sun or suns. Not a problem if all time devices include a small computer within which can translate Universal time to local standards. 

So while in local standards Earth time doesn’t not equal Terranue time, the pulse of universal time that runs ALL clocks is the same. And if you need to talk to someone off planet, you can flip over to Universal time and tell them when they should arrive. Otherwise, there might be a time confusion and they’ll try to land in Hard Days when the temp climbs to 240 degrees, or Cold days when it drops 40 below freezing, or worse yet, they attempt to land in Angry Days when the winds and hail would obliterate the ship in short order. 

In my story, this single quantum pulse is called an echon.

However, for ease of reading, the time conversions have been made to this version so Earth people can understand the times, since they have failed to adapt to the Universal standard system.




The Gods of Probabilities
By
Liza O’Connor
 Blurb
The Gods require a time shifter to ensure the Path of Light reigns during the final collapse of possibilities. To speed the process of finding an Oceanic with the specific talents needed, God DNA is induced in several batches of Oceanic eggs, resulting in a generation of brilliant tiny blue Oceanic children.

One charming boy named Drogan has the ability to manipulate quantum reality in ways that will strengthen the Path of Light. Only trouble is that his gift runs a high probability of killing him and wiping out the Path of Light for good.

While the bureaucratic Gods will try to assist, in Quantum all possibilities not only can, but do happen, so the future is never certain.

Excerpt
Athena smiled at her discovery of a small water-based planet with a heavy atmosphere similar to Zepwick’s. It also had an excellent magnetic shield protecting it from the two suns that warmed this system.

Technically, it was a moon of a large gaseous planet, and would have been a block of ice if not for the second sun. With just a few adjustments, it would be perfect for the Oceanics.

Knowing humans would eventually need to arrive on the planet and take Drogan with them when they left, she tugged a portion of the molten-hot core of the planet upward, creating an underwater volcano to establish a moderate-sized island fifteen feet above the ocean.

She gathered thick piles of fish shit and rotted sea plants, placing it over the pockmarked lava rock. Then, selecting a few promising plants from beneath the ocean, she modified them for land survival and scattered them about the barren island.  She smiled at her work. By the time the humans arrived, the island would make a lovely stopping point.


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Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayaking in Pennsylvania, skiing in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.

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