Yes, this is a proud-parent post. You have been warned…
A couple of years ago, number one sithling wrote his first story and I put it up because it had knights and dragons in it and also hog-roast, and you can’t say no to hog-roast. Number two sithling has a story too that he’d like to share. So here it is:
The Medusa Myth – Evan Style
Long ago, there lived a boy called Evan how was living with his mother. During a visit to Rome the Emperor falls in love with Evan’s mother and kidnaps her. Evan is furious and sends a message to the Emperor demanding for his mother back. The Emperor said: NO! Only if you bring me the head of the fiercest lion in all of Rome. Evan goes to an island in a chariot and meets the goddess Diana who gives him a shield and a magic sword and flying sandals. Evan travels to another island to meet the three sisters who tell him where to find the great beast. The lion lives in a tunnel underneath an old amphitheatre in Rome. Evan uses his flying sandals again to get to Rome quickly and finds the lion in one of the tunnels. During a big long fight,Evan chops off the lion’s head and kills him. He puts the lion’s head in a bag and takes it to the Emperor. The Emperor is very surprised and agrees to let Evan’s mother go.
I believe I may have a synopsis for a short story…
A while back, a good fifty years after it started being obvious to most people, the UK Government came to the conclusion that maybe money wasn’t the be-all and end-all of life and declared its intention to start measuring how happy the people it was supposed to be representing actually are as well. The significance of this remains to be seen. Is this the start of the inexorable decline of capitalism and the consequent rise of the Dalai Lama to absolute authority? Should committed socialists around the world be singing the praises of the Cleggeron (you know you want to, really)? As far as I can tell, though, most of what followed had little to do with ideology and a lot to do with head-scratching and statistics. Along the lines of ‘yes, but how? How the hell do you measure happiness?’
Well, Mr & Mr Cleggeron, I have taken the opportunity of the Christmas break to conduct some field research into the subject. I have conducted an intensive study of a small number of individuals (or a number of small individuals), and I would like, now, to present my findings. I would like to point out, that this was pro bono work at no expense to the UK taxpayer and has been carried out for its own scientific merit. In particular, great care and attention have been given to the scoring system to provide an accurately representative final Happiness Quotient (HQ). The scheme is simple: Answer each question in turn. For each question to which the answer is yes, adjust your HQ by the stated amount. Begin at zero (content).
- Are you hungry or thirsty? (-2)
- If so, did you get given food or drink? (+2)
- Was it cake or ice-cream? (+10)
- Are you too cold? (-2)
- Is that because it’s so three degrees above absolute zero outside but despite this you still insist on wearing shorts out there no matter desperately those around you suggest that you should wear a jumper to keep warm? (+20)
- Are you engaged in a vigorous physical activity of your own choosing? (+5)
- Does it involve furniture abuse? (+2)
- Have you just fallen off the sofa and banged your head? (-5)
- Has someone stopped by to point out that it was entirely your own fault? (-60)
- Are you playing with someone? (+10)
- No, not the Xbox/Playstation/iPhone/Internet, are you playing with an actual real person? (+5)
- Does it involve a moderate level of physical violence? (+10)
- Are you winning? (+10)
- Are they winning? (-40)
- If you’re playing Munchkin, are you being allowed to use your +10 Sword of Longness that you drew yourself in crayon and then slipped into your hand when no one was looking? (+500)
- If you’re playing Dread Pirate, is someone else the Dread Pirate? (-1000)
- Have you had a present today? (+5)
- Has someone you know had a present today? (-20)
- Was your present better than theirs? (+20)
- If so, have you made absolutely sure they know this? (+10)
- Was their present better than yours? (-200)
- If so, were they a sibling? (-1000000000000000000000000000)
In summary: the secret of a happy five-year-old turns out to be plenty of love and social play, occasional sugary treats, a +10 Sword of Longness and a systematic regime of carefully engineered ignorance.
The secret of a happy adult, from casual observation, is often much the same.
 Roughly speaking. What they actually said used much longer words and tried to sound like it was some great new idea thing.
I have not changed a word of this. Not a word (except for the spelling).
The Great Battle of the Knights and the Dragon
Once upon a time there was a big tall castle, where a brave king lived with his knights and they were fighting other knights.
Just then a yellow fire-breathing dragon came and blew fire everywhere at the top of the castle and the fire nearly killed all of his shiny guards. So the king phoned his next door neighbour to help his shiny guards to kill the dragon and they fed the dragon and they asked why he was blowing up the castle.
In the end the dragon said nothing so the knights killed him and turned him into hog-roast and ate him up because that’s what knights do at the end of a big adventure.
Right. Fleshed out to 100000 words, that’ll do nicely.
I signed a book for an engineer at work yesterday. Sometimes little things like that mean as much as big reviews.
King of the Crags still hasn’t come back from my editor (Oi! Simon! This means you!). I Can’t decide whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Or maybe it’s a don’t-submit-so-bloody-early thing. Anyway, The Thief-Taker’s Apprentice is half written now so I’ll probably finish that first anyway. And then I’ll submit that AND Order of the Scales AND The Warlock’ Shadow AND The King’s Assassin. All at once. And some other stuff too! Ha HAAA!
<sigh> Yes, it seems that dieting CAN trigger delusions.