{"id":6902,"date":"2016-04-06T15:44:06","date_gmt":"2016-04-06T22:44:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=6902"},"modified":"2016-04-07T16:48:44","modified_gmt":"2016-04-07T23:48:44","slug":"im-bursting-with-million-mile-road-trip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2016\/04\/06\/im-bursting-with-million-mile-road-trip\/","title":{"rendered":"I’m Bursting With “Million Mile Road Trip”"},"content":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve been working on my novel Million Mile Road Trip <\/em> pre-visualizing some of the chapters with drawings and paintings. This might be my last novel. When I told this to Bob Silverberg last year, he said, \u201cMake sure it\u2019s a good one. If you write a bad last novel, then everyone will say, \u201d\u02dcAw, he was bad all along.\u2019 Your last one has to be a killer.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

I have a lot of wild, funny things going on in the book, and I feel like it\u2019s going to be one of my best. After some of my writing days, my heart is pounding with excitement about the book. And when I think about some of the scenes I start laughing. Getting near the home stretch, I might be done by July, 2016, at which time I\u2019ll try a few of the commercial publishers, and if that doesn\u2019t work out\u2014as was case for my most recent two novels\u2014well, then I\u2019ll do a Kickstarter for it and publish it myself via Transreal Books.<\/a> What-effin-ever, it\u2019s gonna be a masterpiece. <\/p>\n

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I\u2019m bursting to share some of Million Mile Road Trip <\/em>. So I\u2019m posting three scenes today, along with some of the visual art I\u2019m doing as part of my writing process. As these are excerpts, some things might be a little unclear, but the flow should work for you in any case. And the paintings are getting pretty gnarly too. More info on these on my paintings page by the way.I just started a spring sale <\/a>on the paintings.<\/p>\n

I: The Royal Pupa<\/em><\/b><\/p>\n

To Scud\u2019s undeluded eyes, the Lady\u2019s room is a low, littered den\u2014and his companions are eating garbage. The room is lit by some glowing knobs of fungus on the walls. He sees the reality this thanks to his wand, and he also sees the Lady for what she is: a leathery, boneless form on a heap of rags. A meaty yam, wide in the middle and pointed at both ends. She has about three dozen eyes, and a slit mouth at one end. Just now she\u2019s lapping at a cracked bowl of water. An Aristo. In no way is she like a Szep.<\/p>\n

Flipsydaisy walks over at Scud and makes a languid, knowing gesture. She offers Scud an arch smile. \u201cCan you find it in your heart to see Lady Filippa as she wishes to be seen?\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cNever mind that,\u201d\u009d hisses Scud. His heart is pounding from his near escape. \u201cThere\u2019s a monster outside, the thing that was wailing in the high tower, it\u2019s like a giant dog. I zapped it into dust, but it\u2019s not dead.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

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\nTollah Dog attacks the Pupa, Scud, Villy, and Zoe. Watercolor, March, 2016.
\n<\/b><\/p>\n

\u201cGroon spawns those things just as he spawns the saucers,\u201d\u009d says Flipsydaisy, speaking too quietly for Zoe and Villy to hear. \u201cWe call them Tollah dogs. Tollahs eat Szep and I believe they eat humans as well. And, yes, he\u2019ll soon regain his vim. The Lady and I mean to open the hatch and let him come in. You are the bait. And handling him will be a test for you three. An entrance exam. But meanwhile, Scud, can you be a gentleman as I asked?\u201d\u009d With another of her odd smiles, Flipsydaisy raises her left hand\u2014as if proposing a toast.<\/p>\n

The Tollah-dog flings himself at the Lady Filippa pod with his slavering jaws wide open. As soon as he touches the pod, it goes doink<\/em>, like an error-sound in a videogame but with a sting attached, and the Tollah yelps like a hyena and runs all around the room breaking things, as if that matters, given what a total shit-hole the Lady\u2019s lair is.<\/p>\n

Scud\u2019s waves his baton-wand in rapid figure-eights and gestures for more volume. Zoe follows his lead. She gets into a riff that circles back on itself, a little higher and louder each time. It\u2019s the old stairway to heaven routine, and Villy\u2019s adds accents to the riff, like spikes sticking out of the stairs, or like a rain of razorblades. And\u2014here\u2019s the wand coming into full effect\u2014Villy\u2019s spikes form thicker threads than before. They radiate out from his Flying Vee guitar like glowing spaghetti. And Zoe\u2019s chords are cords.<\/p>\n

At first it seems like the sound-threads will stay trapped inside the gold igloo with them\u2014the strings are feeling around like worms looking for a hole. They\u2019re not fading away, but they\u2019re piling up around their feet, which isn\u2019t going to be much use.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet Lady Filippa to help,\u201d\u009d yells Villy over the guitars.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe\u2019s won\u2019t,\u201d\u009d shouts Scud. \u201cShe and Flipsydaisy and Pinchley just want to watch.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike this is a test?\u201d\u009d says Zoe.<\/p>\n

\u201cYour college admission application,\u201d\u009d says Villy, weirdly amused, never truly afraid. \u201cTime to kick up your game, Z-bomb.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cYah mon,\u201d\u009d she says, heartened by his voice. \u201cI\u2019ll bring it.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

So Zoe adds funk to her riffs, bending the notes and smearing them like you do with a dirty blues, and the spaghetti and the zig-zags get that much hairier, and now, thank you<\/em>, the strings of sound are radiating out from the gold igloo like the spines of a sea urchin.<\/p>\n

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\n\u201cDefending the Royal Pupa\u201d\u009d (not that they\u2019re defending her in the story. Oil \u201c24 x 20\u201d\u009d, March, 2016<\/b><\/p>\n

Somehow this pisses off the Tollah dog, or scares him, and he charges toward them like he\u2019s going to pop the igloo and tear the humans to bits. He leaps. It\u2019s like a scene in a horror movie\u2014with a giant tweaked-out wolf coming at Zoe in slow motion, trailing rabid slobber from his mouth. Zoe and Villy bear down, stratocast style, Scud sends extra energy through his wand, and\u2014the strands wrap all around the Tollah dog, layer after layer, tighter and tighter, until he\u2019s lying motionless on the ground, like a fly that a spider\u2019s cocooned up for a later meal.<\/p>\n

Moment of silence.<\/p>\n

The gold igloo and the yam\u2019s pod fade away, and here\u2019s the six of them. The captive Tollah. The three humans. The two Szep: Pinchley and Flipsydaisy. Plus Lady Pinchley, the Aristo.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s not a Szep, that\u2019s for sure. She has about thirty eyes on her body and she\u2019s dragging herself across the filthy floor. No arms or legs, but very dynamic.. She gets right up on top of the shrouded Tollah dog, and she looks over at Zoe with a twinkle in her eyes. Pinchley and Flipsydaisy have their arms across each other\u2019s shoulders, watching the show with big smiles. Like they know what\u2019s coming next.<\/p>\n

\u201cBe so good as to sprinkle on your caraway seeds,\u201d\u009d says Lady Filippa. Her voice flutes out of the little mouth slit at one end. \u201cA nice fresh Tollah is the special food I require.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

Scud hesitates. \u201cGo on,\u201d\u009d says Villy. \u201cThis is what we came for, seems like.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

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So okay, Scud pours all the remaining caraway seeds across the music-thread-wrapped Tollah. Zoe can hear the threads a little bit, humming and reverberating. They\u2019re pretty colors, and the caraway seeds stick to them like sprinkles on a frosted cake.<\/p>\n

And then Lady Filippa digs in. She opens up her mouth slit, and she\u2019s got this nasty translucent squid beak inside. With a twitch of her body, she flips her other end up in the air so that she\u2019s balancing on top of the laid-out Tollah. She\u2019s nearly as tall as a person, a bumpy column of eyes, with her open mouth at her lower end, already munching on her prey. She starts at one end of the Tollah and eats him up entirely, working from one end to the other.<\/p>\n

Right when Lady Filippa begins chowing down, the tight-wrapped Tollah is still alive. So there\u2019s anguished pathetic dog howls that Zoe would rather not have heard, plus a puddle of sick juice like yellow blood, but Lady F gets down the whole entire meal. And then she flops over to one side and lets out this huge fart. Then closes all her eyes and falls asleep.<\/p>\n

\u201cLifestyles of the Szep City Aristos,\u201d\u009d goes Villy, and Scud cracks up, with all the crazy tension of the last hour jittering out into his voice.<\/p>\n

II. Villy in the Jet Stream.<\/em><\/b><\/p>\n

The great Aristo zeppelin-creature is on the ground next to Scud, fluttering his comically small bat-wings and gesturing with his tentacles. Talking with Scud. The zeppelin has eyes scattered across his body like polka-dots\u2014just like on Lady Filippa\u2019s pupa. The eyes are big, with black pupils and yellow irises. For sure he sees Villy and Zoe.<\/p>\n

\u201cFeeling uneasy,\u201d\u009d says Zoe, fully grasping the size of the Aristo. Although Stolo is nothing like the size of a classic Hindenburg-style zeppelin, but he\u2019s still half a football field in length, kind of pointed on one end, and blunt on the back. With tentacles.<\/p>\n

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\n\u201cAristo vs. Saucers,\u201d\u009d Pen and ink drawing. Previsualization for this chapter.<\/b><\/p>\n

The creature\u2019s body is translucent, ribbed, and filled with gas. Villy can see twisty intestines within, plus feathery gills, plus all the other lobed, rounded organs that animals have. The innards look almost weightless, bobbling around inside Stolo\u2019s outer skin.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat\u2019s the word?\u201d\u009d says Villy. He\u2019s having trouble with his train of thought. Very strange teep emanating from Stolo, completely alien, a collage of colors and smells highlighting a scary image of flying saucers blasting them while they\u2019re still on the ground.<\/p>\n

\u201cHis tentacles are what have my attention,\u201d\u009d says Zoe. If our new pal Stolo is like his pupal relative Lady Filippa, there\u2019s gonna be a nasty-ass killer beak in the middle of that squid-bunch bouquet.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe won\u2019t go near that spot,\u201d\u009d says Villy very quickly. \u201cWe\u2019ll ride on top\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

They\u2019re close enough to smell Stolo now, kind of a fishy odor, mixed in with lavender and wax and latex rubber. The giant Aristo makes a wet blatting noise.<\/p>\n

\u201cHis voice,\u201d\u009d says Scud. \u201cHe says he\u2019s glad to meet you. And he\u2019ll fold a special wrinkle for us on his back. For our seat. He says we should hurry. He doesn\u2019t want them to catch us on the ground.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

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\u201cThem?\u201d\u009d goes Zoe.<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t ask.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere\u2019s he gonna take us?\u201d\u009d.<\/p>\n

\u201cTo Goob-goob,\u201d\u009d says Scud. \u201cThe god who lives above Szep City in the Sky Castle cloud.\u201d\u009d<\/p>\n

Villy hears a sharp crack and a bullet tears past, ripping at the air. Shit. It\u2019s that saucer-worshipping faction of the Szep locals again\u2014boiling out of the tunnel into the stack, twenty or thirty of them, armed with rifles and heavy rayguns.<\/p>\n

Stolo says something, that is, he makes another fart-like noise, and then, faster than it takes to say it, he wraps three tentacles around the kids, one tentacle each, and tucks them into a crease on his back. They rise like a helium balloon.<\/p>\n

The belligerent saucerians keep shooting at them, but Stolo\u2019s leathery underside is quite impervious to their bullets and rays. And then Stolo and his riders are halfway up the immense stack. Stolo isn\u2019t exactly using his little wings to fly\u2014it\u2019s more like he\u2019s levitating, and the wings angle against the air to steer him. They\u2019re rising so fast that Villy has to yawn and waggle his jaw to equalize the pressure in his ears. Scud\u2019s exultant, and Zoe\u2019s laughing with relief.<\/p>\n

The air cools as they continue climbing. There\u2019s an odd, wavering tone sounding from the top of the insanely tall stack. Like a giant blowing across a bottle. And when they drift out, the encounter a howling, gale-force wind. It\u2019s a broad river of air, separating them from the vast, intricate cloud they call Sky Castle\u2014five hundred feet above them, with its underside ruffled and torn by the frigid gale.<\/p>\n

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Stolo bucks and shudders, on the point of tumbling out of control, but he doesn\u2019t seem worried. He\u2019s used to this difficult crossing. Borne by the wild wind, they fly along the bottom of the Sky Castle cloud at several hundred miles per hour. Stolo\u2019s little bat-wings flap like rags on a laundry line. Flexing his bulky body, he maneuvers himself back and forth, working his way higher. He flies with his pointed end in front and his tentacles end in the rear. Meanwhile Villy, Zoe and Scud keep their legs tucked under a crease in Stolo\u2019s skin\u2014it\u2019s almost like they\u2019re sitting in a bed, or perhaps in a kangaroo\u2019s pouch. It feels secure. For now.<\/p>\n

A particularly strong gust flips Stolo to a vertical position. If he were a boat you\u2019d say he was pitchpoling\u2014with his bow digging into the waves. That is, his pointy front end is down, and his tentacled back end is up. The Aristo blimp stays cool. Villy senses that he\u2019s worrying about something, but it\u2019s not the wind. Not that Villy has much time to think about this just now. Zoe is screaming that they\u2019re about to die, and Scud has gone catatonic with fear.<\/p>\n

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\n\u201cSky Skirmish,\u201d\u009d Acrylic 30\u201d\u009d x 24,\u201d\u009d April, 2016. Inspired this passage, but with the zeppelin changed into a squid. <\/b><\/p>\n

Meanwhile Stolo allows himself to tumble further. He executes a full flip, and then another and another, somersaulting and rolling. Scud and Zoe are hanging on tight, but Villy loses his grip and\u2014oh no!\u2014<\/em>he jolts out of his seat, bumps along Stolo\u2019s ridged hide, skims across the bulging cornea of one of the creature\u2019s great eyes, fails to catch hold of the monster\u2019s ragged wing\u2014and goes into free-fall.<\/p>\n

Villy\u2019s several thousand feet above Szep City, which stretches out beneath him as far as he can see. His one bit of luck: the wind is so insanely strong that he\u2019s not so much falling as he is skimming along horizontally, bowling along like windblown trash, moving in parallel with Stolo. Gathering his wits, Villy surfs the wind instead of fighting it, yes, he\u2019s riding the gale, stabilizing himself with graceful bends of his body, keeping his arms at his sides, controlling his motion with slight twitches of his hands. It\u2019s working, but the air is so brutally cold that he\u2019s going to be dead pretty soon. Villy teeps a desperate S.O.S. rescue-me message to Solo.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s when the three flying saucers attack. Stolo sends out a warning, and, yes, Villy sees the evil trio rising up from the Saucer Temple far below. They\u2019re moving at a several hundred miles per hour, homing in on Stolo, Villy, Zoe, and Scud.<\/p>\n

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Villy remembers that Flipsydaisy said the saucers have little hope against an adult Aristo. Evidently their attackers are willing to risk all. Villy has the feeling the saucers would do virtually anything to prevent his party from returning to Van Cott with an Aristo wand. They\u2019re like suicide-bombers. The fanatical saucers are firing pale-yellow zap beams as they come.<\/p>\n

Zoe and Scud are in teep contact with Villy, and all three of them are imploring Stolo to pick up Villy before the saucers blast him out of the air. Like a duck in a shooting gallery. But Stolo has his own agenda. The alien zeppelin holds himself still, riding the wind like Villy had been doing. Deeply focused, in a state of Zen-like calm, Stolo aims his tentacles. A fusillade of quick, efficient rays rains down from the tentacle tips and\u2014thank you<\/em>\u2014the three kamikaze saucers are dead, charred meat.<\/p>\n

With a startling burst of speed, Stolo pounces on the saucers before they can drop from the sky. The Aristo seizes the dead saucers with his tentacles and\u2014how gnarly\u2014devours them one by one with the great, curved beak that lies at the center of the tentacle-bunch. It\u2019s just like the the way that the pupal Aristo Lady Filippo ate the dead Tollah dog.<\/p>\n

III. Three-Dimensional Moir\u00c3\u00a9<\/em><\/b><\/p>\n

Zoe\u2019s always been fascinated by moir\u00c3\u00a9 patterns\u2014the strange visual effects she sees when, say, two window screens or two chain-link fences overlap, slightly out of kilter. A fluid series of lobed patterns erupts, changing with Zoe\u2019s slightest motions. And there\u2019s chic fabrics with mashed-in grooves to give a watery moir\u00c3\u00a9 effect as well\u2014quite a craze for these during Zoe\u2019s junior year, matter of fact.<\/p>\n

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\nPre-visualization of the Sky Castle chapter where the 3D moir\u00c3\u00a9 will appear. Watercolor, Feb, 2016.<\/b><\/em><\/p>\n

And\u2014here\u2019s the new part\u2014Zoe has found that, once in a while, under certain conditions, her perceptual system can create moir\u00c3\u00a9s on its own. Like one time, while she was zoning out in her bedroom, her retinal cells and her brain\u2019s neurons got a smidgen out of synch with each other\u2014or something like that\u2014and, whoah, she sees three-dimensional moir\u00c3\u00a9s rippling around her. Faint pale purple or maybe even ultraviolet patterns, lively and improbable as air currents.<\/p>\n

The underling grids that create the 3D moir\u00c3\u00a9s aren\u2019t just sheets, you understand, they\u2019re solids filling the whole frikkin room. The 3D moir\u00c3\u00a9 is generated by a pair of patterns like gelatinous, transparent, 3D blueprints for billion-room apartment buildings\u2014two patterns like virtual-reality honeycombs, or like rubbery jungle-gyms. These two underlying cell structures are ever so slightly, and ever so deliciously, out of phase with each other\u2014and the interfering overlap engenders glorious, tasty shapes that caper around Zoe\u2019s room like dreamtigers.<\/p>\n

For a minute she imagines that she herself is a moir\u00c3\u00a9 dreamtiger. No realer, and no unrealer. A sum of aethereal grids, why not. And in her ears she hears a symphony of wavering interference beats, emerging from a stereo pair of orchestras, each of them ever so a tiny bit out of tune with the other. Vive la diff\u00c3\u00a9rence<\/em>, baby. Long story short\u2014Goob-goob looks like a dreamtiger.<\/p>\n

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\n“Diego’s God Hunhunahpu,” Acrylic, 36 x 36 , November, 2015. Based on a sketch I saw in Guanajuato, MX.<\/em><\/p>\n

A Mayan <\/em>dreamtiger… some of the time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I\u2019ve been working on my novel Million Mile Road Trip pre-visualizing some of the chapters with drawings and paintings. This might be my last novel. When I told this to Bob Silverberg last year, he said, \u201cMake sure it\u2019s a good one. If you write a bad last novel, then everyone will say, \u201d\u02dcAw, he […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6902","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-million-mile-road-trip"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6902","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6902"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6902\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6910,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6902\/revisions\/6910"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6902"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6902"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6902"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}