Be Inspired Blog Hop… The Ulysses

Be Inspired Blog Hop…  The Ulysses
So, I am only like four months behind on this or something like that.  Was tagged in this blog hop by Ruth Long at Bullish Ink…  I have also decided I may do this a couple more times for my other current works in progress as well.  We will see. 
So, here’s the plan:
1.  Answer the following ten questions about a current WIP.
2.  Tag five other writers and link their blogs so we can all hop over and read their answers. 
It’s that simple.
Now for the questions:
1.) What is the title of your book?   The Ulysses

2.) Where did the idea for the book come from? Through out 2011 I attempted to plot and write three other Steampunk novels and none of the three went anywhere.  After a somewhat goofy conversation with another writer friend (Lillie) of mine about transporters, time travel, and some other stuff.  I guess she inspired me, as started to write and plot Ulysses that very night.  And once I got started I just didn’t seem to stop until I had a rough draft done.

3.) What genre would your book fall under? Alternative History/Steampunk

4.) Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Mia Ezekiel – The main character and was the hardest for me to find an actress who could play the tough guardian, and through my limited exposure to Tamara Feldman I believe she could pull it off.
Julian Bastion –  from the beginning I pictured the some what harsh captain of the Ulysses as being played by Clancy Brown.  And considering he wears a bronzed mask to hide a scar on his face, Brown’s voice is perfect for the character.
Gareth – The mysterious man who no one seems to know much about.  Really there is only one choice to play Gareth, Jason Momoa (Stargate Atlantis, Game of Thrones, Conan)

Rodney Stone – Mark Boone Junior, the somewhat gently brute of a short stature.  MBJ would be perfect for the role.
William Beck – the brilliant engineer and pilot of the Ulysses.  It was another case of the voice of rapper/actor Common was a great fit for the character.
Kent Hardy – Another mysterious character with connections to most of the other characters.  Norman Reedus would be perfect for the role.
Sophia Hope – 


5.) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? On maiden voyage of the airship the Ulysses, Mia Ezekiel is tasked with being the guardian of young Sophia, what should be an easy task becomes harder when she learns someone on the skeleton crew is there to do harm to the young girl.

6.) Is your book published or represented? No/No

7.) How long did it take you to write? Still in rough draft form but I wrote it over the last two months of 2011, attacking it like I do my NaNoWriMo projects.  My goal was to just get it written.  I had hoped to get it to some sort of polished condition this year but I haven’t been as focused with editing as I would like to be.

8.) What other books within your genre would you compare it to? 

 9.) Which authors inspired you to write this book?  Wasn’t really inspired by any other books or writers as much as the Steampunk genre in general.  Going to conventions and seeing all the amazing costumes some people do, it made me want to sit down and write it.

10.) Tell us anything else that might pique our interest in your book?  Filled with mystery, passion, suspense and action.  Hope to keep you on the edge of your seat and intrigued by all the characters on the maiden voyage of the Ulysses. 

Sneak Peak:
November, 1876
Mia leaned over the railing, sun on her face, brittle cold air biting at her exposed golden skin. Her raspberry lips formed a satisfied smile for the first time in longer than she would care to admit.  This was more than she expected when the messenger appeared one frosty morning on her door step with a chance to leave her lonely home. She was ready to leave the ghosts behind. Nothing prepared her for this journey; she remembered the first moment she saw the vessel. 
In a field north of the capital, the first of its kind, the Ulysses looked like the hull of a normal ship, but at four stories and four thousand square foot it took nearly four years to complete construction.  None whose sweat and blood went into the machine’s building thought they would see the day it would propel itself from the ground. The cheers were heard even over the ship’s roaring engines. 
Meant for a fifteen man crew, barely a skeleton crew, but six dropped from the venture after the preacher refused to acknowledge a ‘godless abomination.’  Instead of replacing the missing bodies, the Captain pressed forward, determined to keep his schedule.
The brain child of Hamilton Bastion, a man who was not present on the maiden voyage, his brother Julian would take his place, a former captain in the war between brothers.  Once Mia had accepted the assignment to accompany the crew, she was surprised to see the Bastion signature on the letter of intent beside the president’s own signature. 
Mia’s history with the captain made her curious about being chosen for this assignment, Hamilton had hand-picked her to accompany his niece, Sophia Hope, to join her mother in California. Mia could not turn down this job. She hoped to seek an audience with Hamiltonbefore their departure, but he sent word he would meet with her on her return to Washington,
Mia found herself thinking about it all, now as she tried to escape the sweat raged interior of the Ulysses.  Steam engines heating the lower deck made Mia’s first night aboard a sleepless one.  The steam filled the large leather layered balloon over the ship’s body, powering the propellers
 The letter now in her hand told the true reasons why she was picked for the journey.  More than to look over a young girl, she was to protect her from any harm.  “TRUST NO ONE,” the last words screamed out at her.  Keep Bastion’s niece safe until they took port in California. Once the little child was safely in her mother’s arms, Mia would be paid handsomely.  She wanted Bastion’s attention and knowledge more than any payment he could offer. For now, she worried about the young ward and the cryptic letter which set every hair on edge.
Mia’s hair was black as the feathers of a crow, set in a faux hawk. A few loose strands of hair floated wildly around the back of her neck.  A thick streak of red paint stretched across her eyes to her ears and two black ones rested on each cheek.
Her hands, bound in fingerless black leather gloves gripped the black iron railing; the rest of her arms were bare to her shoulders, with the exception of tight fishnet stocking gloves. Two leather necklaces hung around her neck creased with age and wear, one with a small white feather secured to the end, tickling her skin. A black corset and bustle, over her white blouse,at times caused an awkward pain when she took a deep breath.  A loose black pinstriped vest hand sewn straps held her weapon of choice a hefty tomahawk. It was one of the few weapons permitted on the Ulysses, by order of the President. She was one of only two people on the ship permitted to carry a firearm of any sort.  She felt the small single shell pistol in her garter, a weapon much harder to retrieve. The cool touch of steel on her thigh often sent a chill up her back when she least expected it.  
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Blog Flash Day #19: Fireworks

Blog Flash Day #19:  Fireworks                     
                                                                  
Strike after strike, sparks flew from their blades like fireworks but Miranda gave herself to the animal within, she moved forward.  Pressing her opponent around each tombstone, further into the black, his face hidden under the cloak it was a wonder he could see her.  But with each strike his blade was there to block hers as swift as hers was to stop his.  She could hear the laughter; it was not from her opponent but from the darkness all around them.  Mocking, waiting for her to make a mistake, until she felt her blade strike something other than steel….
(100 Words)

Blog Flash Day #18: Wild at Heart

Blog Flash Day #18:  Wild at Heart                                                                                 
Miranda twisted, quickly knocking the fresh dirt from her hands and trying to ignore the gravestone at her back.  She stood looking for those who were in pursuit but she could no longer see or hear them.  A growl escaped her, she could smell them and they were close.  She turned back to face her destiny, the old katana now leaned against the tombstone.  She quickly grabbed it, growling again, she felt it from within.  Like a reflex, her entire body reacted raising her blade in time to block the strike of another…

Blog Flash Day #17: Graveyard

Miranda fought to catch her breath, hands on her chest; she had not meant to fall asleep.  The sun had started to set off in the distance and her book lay at her side.  “Bloody hell.”  She could remember the nightmare so vividly, how her heart raced as she ran through an old graveyard with multiple assailants behind her. 
Looking back she could only see the shadows as they pursued.  Tripping and falling, she could still feel the fresh dirt from disturbed ground on her skin as she looked up at her own tombstone. 
(94 Words)

Blog Flash Day #16: Different World

       
Miranda found herself under an old willow as she first opened the book.  She had read it several times in the seven years, and each time she got lost in the fairy tale world.  A different world of distant love, betrayal, passion and hope but she found many likenesses in the sword wielding priestess protagonist.  Separated from the man she loved by distance and allegiances to warring kingdoms, with many twists and turns along her journey.  Miranda always found something new each time she read the book, and each time found it the much needed distraction she needed.
(98 Words)
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YaY!  Over the halfway point of this challenge, it has proven difficult at time to keep with the same story.  If you haven’t, check out the other 15 entries of my Blog Flash Story!!  🙂 

Five Sentence Fiction – Distance

Five Sentence Fiction – Distance

She could smell him, every hair stood on end knowing somewhere close there was a trespasser.  It was too close, to the bars she rushed poking her nose through and though she could not see from here she could get a better idea where the other was.  She knew the bars would not budge to let her to him no matter how hard she pressed, they were there for a reason, to keep others safe from her.  She breathed in and out deeply, the first warning escaping her lungs but still she did not see him.  Another warning and she heard him, scurrying away and then suddenly she saw him fleeing from her territory and she sat up proudly.

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Blog Flash Day #15: Books

The water thrashed around her legs, she reached down with her free hand and splashed water up to her face before her attention went to the book in her other.  The reason she left the cabin, to escape if it was only for a couple hours.  Though more than a couple had passed she still had not opened the book.  One of a collection, given to her by her mother on her eighteenth birthday.  It was more than just the book that made her smile now, the memory of her mother’s smile that day always stayed with her.  

Blog Flash Day #14: Children

Before she had realized it Miranda had traveled miles, she could hear the running water and immediately knew where she was.  Through the small clearing to see the waterfall her uncle had brought her here to swim, and jump from the small cliff when she was a kid.  She even smiled when she thought how she had promised one day to bring her own children here.  She walked until the cool water came to her knees, thoughts of having children of her own was something she had not had in a long time.  Now she only thought it irresponsible. 
                              
(99 Words)

Visual Dare: Table For One

Derek made no attempt to sit quietly as he attracted looks from the other patrons.  The freshly bandaged hand on the table, the other fiddled with his last paycheck not near enough to cover the overdue bill in his back. 
He glanced at his phone, the text she had left him in the early morning ending the year long engagement.  He grumbled as he deleted the photo that had been his wallpaper for just as long. 
He felt something on his shoulder and quickly looked as the bird took flight to another table and smiled at the gift it left. 
(100 Words)

Blog Flash Day #13: Forest

Miranda left Blue behind, she had not even realized she was weaponless until high up the trail behind her uncle’s cabin.  Book in hand, she looked up at the sun and though the weatherman had called for cloudy skies but it was clear now and she smiled feeling the cool breeze brush across her face.  For half a moment she thought about turning back, before she realized she had traveled further up the trail into the vast Virginiawilderness.  She smiled as she listened to the birds and squirrels play over head, everything was at peace.
(96 Words)