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Snow Day!

Happy Christmas Eve. Here’s a special winter story I wrote about V, Noli, and James.

Enjoy.

 

Snow Day

(An Aether Chronicles Story)

© 2012 Suzanne Lazear

 Author’s note: This takes place the December before INNOCENT DARKNESS.

Noli frowned as she dusted the parlor, which looked…tired no matter how much she cleaned, fluffed or polished.

Christmas decorations! That was what the house needed. Perhaps this year they weren’t having a house full of guests or going to Grandfather Montgomery’s in Boston, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be festive.

Too bad her older brother Jeffrey wasn’t here to share it with them.

Or Father.

Father. A lump formed in her throat. Father had loved Christmas, getting down the decorations and putting them up himself instead of letting the servants do it. They’d even drive into the mountains to collect greenery and cut down a Christmas tree. The day would finish with a stop to play in the snow, building snowmen, and having snowball fights and a picnic with hot coco.

Yes, greenery. That would be perfect—and they’d need a tree, since many of the decorations were ornaments. Mama hadn’t mentioned a tree, but this was a busy time for her dress shop, making dresses for all the holiday balls and parties.

Dusting the picture on the wall of her father, she frowned. How would she get greenery? That could be another reason why her mother hadn’t mentioned it. The bit of money Noli had been saving was for a present for her mother and a proper—if tiny—Christmas dinner. This year she didn’t even have a present for her best friend V, other than a rose she was growing for him in the tiny greenhouse her father had built her long ago before he’d disappeared.

A plan formed in her mind. V’s father was still out of town and her mother was working in the dress shop until dark. Yes. It was time for a snow day.

She went upstairs and changed into her warmest clothes—flannel petticoats, a red wool day dress, winter boots, and a matching red cape and bonnet. They were getting snug; she’d grown since last winter.

In the rag-bag downstairs, she found an old scarf. In it she wrapped some large buttons from her mother’s sewing box and a carrot, and put it in a basket along with some rope and a burlap sack.

There wasn’t much in the cupboards for a picnic—some jam sandwiches and apples. They didn’t even have the makings for hot coco, but perhaps V did.

On the kitchen table she left a scribbled note for her mother that she was with V. Going out into her backyard, she added her goggles and aviator’s cap to her basket. If they were taking V’s father’s auto they she’d need that.

Saws.

Opening her father’s battered toolbox, which she kept hidden in the back shed, she took out two small handsaws and put them in the basket as well. They’d need them to cut down the greenery and tree.

Noli climbed through the loose board in the fence and knocked on the back door.  When no one answered, she cracked open the door. Good, they were home.

“V? V are you home?” she called.

There was a patter of feet and Elise, V’s little sister looked up at her with big blue eyes, blonde hair in ringlets.

“Hi, Elise, is V home?” Noli came all the way into the Darrow’s warm kitchen. Her nose twitched. Someone had been baking, either the housekeeper who came during the day to cook and clean or Quinn, the Darrow children’s live-in tutor.

“Yes, he’s upstairs.” Elise looked Noli up and down. “Are you going on an adventure? May I go? Please? You never let me go.” Her lower lip jutted out in a pout. Crumbs covered the white pinafore of her pink ruffled dress.

No. Her going with them wasn’t an option. Their adventures often wound up with them getting in trouble. Mr. Darrow would be quite cross if their mischief caused any harm to little Elise.

Noli thought for a moment, trying to think of something to appease her. “What if I allow you to use my tree house while we’re gone? It’s a lovely day to play outside.”

Her father had helped her and V build a tree house in her backyard. She and V used it, though now for studying and inventing than playing.

“I can?” Elise’ pale face lit up. “Oh, I’ll have a tea party in your tree house with my dolls. Quinn made cookies today.”

So that’s what smelled so good—and covered Elise’s dress.

“Yes, that sounds perfect. I’ll go find V,” she replied. He was probably studying.

Just like she’d thought, Noli found her best friend, Steven Darrow, hunched over his desk in his bedroom, reading some archaic tome. His idea of a good time.

“Hi, V, let’s go on an adventure.” Noli leaned against the door. Where she liked books, on a beautiful Los Angeles December day they needed to be outdoors having fun, not reading.

V turned around to face her. Golden spectacles rimmed eyes green as oak leaves, his blond hair never quite lay flat.  “I’m studying.”

“Don’t be a fussy old bodger. It’s Saturday. Please? I can’t do this without you. I need you to drive,” she pleaded. V was a year older than her and possessed an operator’s license. Where she was an ace driver, not only did she not hold an operator’s license, or even a permit, she’d been expressly forbidden from driving Mr. Darrow’s auto.

“Where are we going?” He closed his book and stood.

Relief flooded her, good, he’d go. “Put on some warm clothes, because today we’re having a snow day.”

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The roofless red and gold enameled steam-powered auto sitting in front of the Darrow residence was a few years old, but top of the line. V started up the engine and climbed in, little puffs of smoke curling from the hood.

Noli pulled out her aviators cap and some goggles from the picnic basket on her lap. She stuffed her wild chestnut curls into the cap so they wouldn’t get unruly on their drive. One set of brass goggles went over her head to keep the bugs from flying into her eyes, the other she handed to V.

“Thanks.” He pulled them on over his spectacles, which made for a comical effect.

“Wait for me!” James came running out the front door, a muffler and wooly gloves in his hand. The knit cap on his head clashed with his winter coat.

V looked to Noli. “Do you mind?”

“No.” She shook her head. “He has to sit in the back, though.” James, V’s brother, was about a year younger than her and often accompanied them on their adventures.

James hopped into the back and they took off.

“Where are we going?” James asked. “Why are we taking the auto and not our hoverboards?”

“We’re going to the mountains—you can’t bring back a Christmas tree on a hoverboard,” Noli replied. Hoverboard were tiny things, you couldn’t even carry two people without becoming unbalanced.

They made the drive into the mountains, which James made annoying by serenading them with dirty versions of holiday carols.

“James,” V scolded as he drove up the mountain road. “There’s a lady present.”

“Where? All I see is Noli?” James grinned.

Noli rolled his eyes. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to eat the picnic all by myself.”

Quinn had graciously added cookies, coco, and a number of other delicious things to their basket.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. It was hard to believe they were in California and not back east, everything white with a fresh dusting of snow, making it look like confection sugar had been sprinkled over the landscape.

If only the trees were made of colored marzipan. Her stomach rumbled at the thought.

Holding out her arms and spinning around in the snow, she tilted her head toward the sky and breathed in the scent of pine.

When she stopped, she looked at the buys, her vision swimming. “Should we get tree and greenery first and then have a picnic in the snow?”

A snowball hit her in the face, smearing everything not covered by her goggles with icy wetness.

“James Darrow, I’ll get you for that.” Noli formed a snowball and threw it at James, who ducked behind the auto, causing it to hit a tree instead.

She glanced at V, who nodded and pointed to a small arsenal of snowballs he’d already made.

“James?” Steven called, a grin playing on his lips. “Why don’t we have lunch first? Would you set out the blanket for me? It’s in the auto”

“Sure,” he replied. As soon as James emerged from his hiding spot, she and V pelted him with snowballs, one after the other.

James didn’t give up easily and soon all three of them were covered in snow, laughing so hard their sides hurt.

“Help me.” Noli rolled a ball of snow for the base of the snowman.

James and V helped and soon they had a small snowman with branches for arms, button eyes, a carrot nose, V’s red muffler, and James rather ugly kitted cap.

Noli stood back. “He’s missing something. Ah, I know.”

Taking the hat off the snowman, she put it back atop James’ dark blonde curls. She had to stand on her tiptoes, since even though he was younger, he stood taller than V.

She put her aviator‘s cap on the snowman’s head and her goggles on his face. “Perfect.”

“Hey, Noli.” James threw a snowball at her.

Noli fell backward into the snow to miss it and made a snow angel, moving her arms and legs to make the wings and dress.

V stood above her, all bundled up in a new winter coat, a smart dark wool cap pulled over his messy hair. “Noli, I’ve set out the blanket. But it’s it going to get wet in the snow.”

“I don’t see why that’s a problem?” Already her kidskin gloves were soaked from their fight, but who cared? It’s not as if they got to see snow often.

They sat down to their picnic. Since they hadn’t packed any cups or plates so they used their fingers and handkerchiefs and passed around the thermos of hot coco, which was now lukewarm, but tasty nevertheless.

As they ate and packed up, V gazed up at the grey sky then checked his pocket watch. “We should get going. It looks like it might snow, and either way, I don’t want to drive that mountain pass in the dark.”

“I can drive,” Noli replied. After all, the auto had lamps. “We still need to get greenery and a tree.”

“We have a tree,” James shrugged.

“I don’t.” Noli fished the rope and sack out of the basket. “I’ll gather the greenery, you two get the tree.”

James grabbed the sack from her hand. “I’ll get the greenery, you get the tree. I don’t suppose you brought shears or a saw.”

Shears. She knew she’d forgotten something. “Of course I have a saw, what sort of tinker do you take me for?”

James took one saw and the bag and went into the trees to find greenery. She and V set off to find a tree.

“This one,” Noli called as she stood in front of a majestic pine.

V came up beside her. “Noli, how are we going to tie a ten-foot tree to my father’s auto?”

She thought for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger. “We could saw it in half, then when I get home I could rig an aperture to put them back together.”

“What about this? Driving with this one tied to the auto will be challenge enough. Father’s auto was meant for show, not carrying things.” The pine V gestured to was much smaller, about as tall as Noli, but just as full and green as the other.

“I can drive if you want me to.” Noli surveyed the tree. It wasn’t as grand at their usual tree, but it would work.  “This will work.”

The cut down the tree, which took some work with such a small saw, carried it to the car, and tied it to the auto.

Taking a step back, V frowned. “It’ll be hard to see behind me.”

“I can drive,” she offered again. He was such a fussy old bodger sometimes.

“That’s all right. I’m going to make sure all the knots are tight. The last thing I want is for it to fall off while we’re driving. Why don’t you find James?” V bent over to check the knots.

Noli walked in the direction James had gone. “James? We’re getting ready to go, where are you?”

“Up here. Catch!”

Mistletoe fell out of the tree. Noli caught it and examined the plant in her hands. “What’s this for?”

“Your kissing bough.” James jumped down from the tree. “That’s why we’re here, right? So you can have the greenery to make one?”

A kissing bough was a sphere made of wire and greenery, festooned with ribbons, and hung with nuts, apples, and oranges. Ribbons attached mistletoe just below the sphere and the entire thing was hung from the ceiling. If you were caught standing under it, anyone could kiss you as forfeit.

Plenty of ladies—and men—tried to use it as a means to steal a kiss from someone they fancied.

Noli put the mistletoe in the burlap sack at the base of the tree and shoved it at James. “And who would I be wanting to kiss?”

Given her family’s status as “fallen gentry” she had no suitors.

Not that she cared. Her plan was to go to the university and become a botanist. Besides, other than V and James, society boys were boring.

James grinned, slinging the sack over his shoulder as if he were Saint Nicolas himself. “You could kiss V. I think that fussy old bodger needs shaken up.”

“And why would I do that?” It wasn’t that she was adverse to the idea of kissing V, but he had other girls to kiss—ones with money, beautiful gowns, and fine manners. Mr. Darrow might tolerate them being friends, but he’d never permit them to court.

Not that V was interested in courting anyone.

They loaded the sack into the car, took their things off their snowman, and drove back to Los Angeles, James singing more dirty carols.

It was dark by the time they pulled in front of her house. Even in the dark it looked more worn than the other houses. The windows were dark, but that didn’t mean someone wasn’t home. It was too expensive to run the gas lamps much.

The door flew open and her mother stormed out. “Magnolia Montgomery Braddock where have you been?”

V got out of the car. “My apologies for getting us home so late, Mrs. Braddock. May I carry this into your parlor?” He gestured to the tree tied to the back of the car.

Mama’s blue eyes widened, a pale, dainty hand going to her lips in surprise. “You got us a tree?”

“Surprise.” Noli held up a sack. “And greenery. We drove all the way to the mountains, too. Will you help us put it up? Maybe we can put carols on the musigraph?”

“I’d love to. Oh, your father…” Her eyes grew misty.

“I know, Mama, I know.” Just the thought made her wish he were here. Now he could wage a snowball war like nobody’s business.

Noli put her goggles atop her cap, and grabbed the picnic basket out of the auto. They all headed up the steps. Her mother carried the basket, she carried the sack, and James and V followed, carrying the tree.

“I’m afraid I don’t have anything to make hot coco, but Quinn just brought over a lovely pie. Shall I brew some tea and we can have tea and pie and decorate and listen to carols?” Mama’s face suddenly seemed less tired.

What had been a fun day just became perfect.

Noli grinned as they entered the house. “Thanks, Mama, I think after that drive we could all use a warm drink. James, you put the carols on the musigraph in the parlor, V and I will go get the ornaments.”

The End

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Suzanne Lazear is author of the Aether Chronicles series, YA fairytale steampunk. INNOCENT DARKNESS, book 1, is out now from Flux. CHARMED VENGEANCE, book 2, will be out in 2013.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Come A Steampunk Writing by Maeve Alpin

To the tune of Here We Come A-Carrolling

Here is:

Come A Steampunk Writing

In Ebooks so green

Come a-typing

about robots on steam.

Gear, cogs, and brass for you.

And to you swift airships too.

And may editors send you

contracts for the new year.

Best wishes on your books in the new year.

Merry Christmas to you all and a Happy New Year

Steampunk Alchemy Christmas Tree

Pinterest Steampunk Christmas

Maeve Alpin

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Steampunk 12 Days of Christmas

‘Tis the season, so I’m posting this again, like I do every year.

On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me…

12 Air Pirates

11 Painted Ladies

10 Clock Hands

9 Ray Guns

8 Pairs Brass Goggles

7 Aviator Caps

6 Cogs and Gears

5 Mad Scientists

4 Flying Cars

3 Top Hats

2 Pretty Corsets

And an Airship in a Pear Tree!

 

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Suzanne Lazear writes steampunk tales for teens.  Her debut novel, INNOCENT DARKNESS, book one of The Aether Chronicles, is now avaliable from Flux. Visit her personal blog for more adventures.

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Sin City Steampunk

Today we welcome Trish from Sin City Steampunk!

Sin City Steampunk — Creating Wearable Art

My my name is Trish Ellis of Sin City Steampunk. We’re an online emporium, but I also do local events in Las Vegas such as First Friday.

I make wearable steampunk art and my line includes pendants, bracelets, rings, pin on art, earrings and hair clips. My men’s line includes ear studs, cuff-links, and  tie clips.

New additions to my line include goggles, money clips, and iPone 4&4s phone cases. Being in Las Vegas, I’m also adding flasks and shot glasses.

So come and visit www.sincitysteampunk13.com for some unique steampunk creations!

~Trish

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12 days of Christmas, steampunk style

Twelve Steampunk Days of Christmas

©Cindy Spencer Pape 2012

On the twelfth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:

Twelve vile villians,

Eleven killer kraken,

Ten automata

Nine naughty nymphets

Eight brave explorers

Seven scribbling scribes

Six leather corsets

Five brassy gears

Four tiny top hats

Three ray guns

Two Tesla coils

And a Babbage engine in an airship.

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Happy Holidays from our house to yours!

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Steampunk Night Before Christmas

 

It’s that time of year again…

A Steampunk Night Before Christmas
© 2009 Suzanne Lazear

‘Twas the night before Christmas and the whole ship was quiet,
Too quiet for the likes of this seasoned air pirate.

The airship was festooned with frippery and green,
With nary a brass polished surface to be seen.

Their stocking were hung by the crow’s nest with pride,
Along with homemade cookies and rum for Santa to imbibe.

I didn’t have the heart to tell the crew.
That Santa wouldn’t approve of what we do.

Sure, we stole from the rich, and gave to the needy.
But he’d probably think taking a cut was too greedy.

It didn’t matter that they had hearts of gold,
Only that it was stolen goods we bought and sold.

Suddenly portside there arose such a clatter,
That I grabbed my spyglass to see what was the matter.

The deck became filled with curious crew,
As I climbed the rigging for a better view.

The sky that had moments before been silent,
Had erupted with a commotion both grievous and violent.

The black ship portside was one that even we dread,
And it looked as if it were attacking a small red sled,

Driven by a fat guy and flying brown deer,
I polished the spyglass to ensure my vision was clear.

“Dread Pirate Fred’s attacking Santa, let’s help him, quick,”
Shouted my trusty first mate old Salty Nick.

What could I do but help out the sled,
“Come on, crew, let’s teach a lesson to Fred.”

I climbed down the rigging.
“There are cannons to load,
Christmas to save,
And pirates to goad.
Let’s kick up our speed,
And give up a fight.
Even we know
Robbing Santa just isn’t right.”

With a cheer, I manned the helm, going full speed ahead,
Nick loading our cannons to aim at the Dread Pirate Fred.

“Don’t worry Santa, help will arrive,
Salty Nick, man the cannons, prepare to take a dive.”

We flew through the air quickly, with all our might,
Fred’s crew had the sleigh on board, a terrible sight

Santa looked frightened, a gun to his head,
“Give me those presents,” growled the Dread Pirate Fred.

Even the reindeer had been rendered immobile,
By a few of Fred’s men in a black dirigible.

Santa shook his head, “If you take them, they will be missed.
Certainly, you all shall make my permanent naughty list.”

“I don’t care,” the pirate growled,
“We just want those gifts,” his crew avowed.

“Unhand those presents,” I called, dashing through the air
The cannons fired, aimed only to scare.

The reindeer bucked, trying to get free,
Fred sneered, “Captain Sno, you don’t scare me.”

Quickly, we secured Fred’s ship and dastardly crew,
But Fred still had Santa—there was only one thing to do.

Fred and I grappled across the deck, precariously,
Nick making sure Santa and the reindeer went free,

“You can’t rob Santa, it’s just not right,”
I yelled as I punched Fred when he put up a fight.

“Now, now, cease that,” Santa said,
Causing me to stop punching Dread Fred.

“Now Dread Pirate Fred, trying to steal presents in wrong,
but Captain Sno, punching him won’t stop him for long.

Christmas is about sharing and caring, not fighting and stealing,
and doing what’s right, not wheeling and dealing.”

Fred and I looked at each other, hanging our heads in shame.
The jolly old man had a good handle on our game.

Both crews made sure the gifts all went back
Into Santa’s giant red velvet sack.

Cook fed the reindeer carrots, and Santa cherry pie
I looked at the Dread Pirate Fred and gave a sigh.

“Why did you do that? That’s low even for you,
to attack Santa and take his presents on Christmas Eve, too.”

“Those presents would fetch prices that are sky high.”
But the look on Fred’s face told me that was a lie.

“There are better ways of getting a present from Santa’s sack,
then trapping the reindeer and staging an attack.”

“You’re one to talk,” Fred replied.
Nodding slowing, I looked at my crew, and again I sighed.

“I’m afraid, Santa, neither Fred nor I have been good this year,
but please, don’t forget our crew, they could use some cheer.

They don’t meant to be bad; they’re just following orders
They’re good men at heart, not drunkards and cavorters.”

Santa said, “Thank you captain, for rescuing me,
I think I my sleigh might hold an extra present or three.

You too,” he added to Dread Pirate Fred.
I shook my head. Was that what he actually said?

“Fred and his crew tried to steal your gifts to sell,
now you’re giving them presents as if all were well?”

Santa winked. “Now, Sno, remember what Christmas is all about.”
Getting in his sleigh, he gave his reindeer a shout.

“Just try to stay off the naughty list, the both of you, from now on.
Now, I have to be off, to get these delivered before dawn.”

Both crews looked up, as Santa took off.
“Merry Christmas, Santa,” my voice went soft.

With a wink of his eye, and a flick of his hand,
Presents flew out of his sleigh; onto the deck they did land.

“Thank you, Santa,” the crews did shout.
“There’s not one for me,” Dread Fred did pout.

“All I’ve ever wanted is a present from Santa, just one.”
I scoffed. “But not enough to stop having all your plundering fun.”

“Stop it you two,” Santa added with a call.
“But I didn’t forget you either, no, not at all.”

Two more presents floated down from the sky.
Turning mine over in my hands I looked up. “But why?”

Santa just smiled. “Just remember what I said.
And for once, Sno, can you stop plaguing Fred?”

With a hearty laugh, the sled flew through the sky,
Both crews waving, tears in their eyes.

“A present for me?” Fred’s eyes gleamed.
I knew deep down, he wasn’t as dreadful as he seemed.

Taking a box from my pocket, I said, “And there’s another.”
Giving it to him, I smiled. “Merry Christmas, brother.

I’m sorry I plague you, but it’s so much fun.
Let’s make next year a much better one.”

Nodding, Fred said, “For once, Sno, you’re right.
I think this should be the last time we fight.”

Santa sped by, doing one last turn.
“I hope there’s a lesson tonight you all learned.

Merry Christmas to you, and remember my lads,
no one says air pirates have to be bad.”

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Happy Hanukkah

from everyone at Steamed!

 

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Alternative History and Inciting Incidents

Today we welcome Ray Dean! A reenactor and educator, Ray Dean has delved into many eras of the past, but Steampunk speaks to her in a retroactive futurism that opens so many possibilities. Her blog, My Ethereality(http://raydean.net), explores history, culture, war and love in eras and countries that might influence a Steampunk world.

Alternative History and Inciting Incidents 

by Ray Dean

Tomorrow, December 7th, is yet another anniversary of ‘A date which will live in infamy…’

Living in Hawaii, December 7th is a date I can not escape, nor would I want to. The attack on Pearl Harbor by the Imperial Navy of Japan is an event which has shaped my life even though I was born a little over thirty years after it happened. What events in history have shaped your life? Not only the ones that have happened while you were alive, but the ones that happened to your parents… to your ancestors?

What does this have to do with Steampunk?

Some view Steampunk as an Alternative History of the Victorian era.

What is Alternative History? Althistory Wiki describes it as “the most frequently used term for the fictional genre which often presupposes a change of a minor historical event that produces an incredible series of changes in the world, diverging it from Our Timeline (OTL) and creating a new, alternate and parallel world.”

So, what is that ‘minor historical event’ or perhaps even a ‘major event’ that created a Steampunk world? What was the ‘inciting incident’ that set this brave new brassy world in motion?

What challenges did the world face? And what changes happened because of them?

Perhaps it was a war? War and strife can advance science and other technology. Every armed conflict has the potential to incubate an idea for a new, better, more deadly weapon.

Perhaps it was a natural disaster? Did disease and suffering demand the attention of scientists and inventors. What did they create to keep the flood waters at bay, protect the town from noxious fumes, or save men from dangerously rising seas?

Perhaps it was something unnatural? A rising zombie horde, an asteroid deposits a new ore, or even beings from another planet with their own agenda.

When I interviewed artist James Ng (the cover art from our Shanghai Steam anthology was his creation) for The Gilded Monocle, he explained:

I began to wonder… if China was the first to modernize during the turn of the last century, then the history and the look of the world would be drastically different. If industrialization and modernization happened with the influence of Chinese culture, instead of Western culture and if China was the standard that other countries had to work towards, what would things look like today? Perhaps China will still be in imperial rule? Maybe skyscrapers would look like Chinese temples? Cars would look like carriages? Maybe we would have fantastical machines that look both futuristic and historic. That’s the idea behind my personal project. Each image I create for the series is my attempt to reflect on the original idea of a Chinese influenced industrial world.

His artwork is built from his own imagined Alternative History of the World.

In the Movie Tai Chi Zero, the Company building the railroad throws a small mountain town into chaos when it sends a machine chugging up to the gates. This monstrous assemblage of steel, iron, and steam is not only able to lay down track and railroad ties with amazing ease, but is also a machine capable of great destruction. What were the incidents that led up to this conflict? What will happen now?

In Shanghai Steam, the British shipping companies react to a law banning vessels from entering a Chinese port carrying opium. Instead of following the spirit of the law, they react only to the letter of it. Using their airships, the British companies are still able to deliver their cargo from India and avoid reproach from the Emperor. What they didn’t anticipate was the reaction of the people living in the town.

These ideas apply for anyone interested in World Building. Be it writing, cosplay, conceptual art… any creative endeavor. Delve into history and find those moments of divergence. Turn left instead of right. Reach for a new idea or solution or take something and twist it this way and that.

Where will you take the future from each new starting point?

What new things will you discover in the past to create something new?

~Ray

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What The Dickens by Maeve Alpin

Charles Dickens and his wonderful books with strong fleshed out characters, exposing serious social issues, influence authors to this day. Also,  A Christmas Carol still influences Christmas celebrations. Most families include A Christmas Carol in their holiday tradition by reading from the book out loud or attending a play of it or watching one of the film versions on TV.

In Galveston Texas they go one step further, bringing the images in Dickens’ book alive in the annual Christmas festival, Dickens On The Strand. The 2012 Dickens On The Strand is even more special than usual as this year marks Charles Dickens  200^th, Birthday, he was born February 7, 1812.

Here’s a merry ode to the festivities, just imagine Glen Campbell singing it to the tune of Galveston.

Galveston, Oh Galveston

I still hear carolers singing

I still hear the bells ringing

I dream of old fashioned fun

In Galveston

Galveston, Oh Galveston

I still hear the children laughing

Still see the gentlemen, dapper and dashing

Still recall Victoria waving to everyone

As her carriage rolls down the strand

In Galveston

Galveston, Oh Galveston

reenactment of a civil war camp

With period nurses in white uniforms

I held a civil war replica gun

At Galveston

At Galveston

Steampunk is recognized at this Victorian celebration with steampunk square, a steampunk costume contest, a steampunk street ball, and steampunk attendees and airship crews march in the Pickwick’s Lantern-light parade. It’s fun for the whole family and I had a blast. And the food and the shopping was incredible.

For additional steampunk photos taken at Dickens on the Strand, click here

Here’s another Christmas treat, for S. J. Drum’s A Very Steampunk Christmas, click here

May your Christmas be a steamy one, even if you didn’t make it to Galveston.

Maeve Alpin 

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