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Without question it’s the most popular and widely known of all the ‘punk’ sub-genres of Science Fiction and it’s a whole lotta’ fun to write, too!
Generally – although most definitely not exclusively – set in Victorian England, SteamPunk stories are tales of dashing heroes and airship pirates, corsets and rayguns, robots and brass goggles. The elite of society wander around in their finery with their expensive steam-powered mp3 players blasting the likes of Abney Park and The Vernian Process, The Cog is Dead and Professor Elemental in their ears.
Yes that’s right, ‘troopers! SteamPunk is far from simply a literary genre. It’s a genre of music, a lifestyle. It’s even found its way to games consoles by way of the Bioshock series, amongst others.
So power up your steam bikes and put your goggles on. Tighten your corsets and don your top hats. Check your pocket watches and glare through your monocle because it’s that time, ‘troopers.
Welcome to Tevun-Krus III!
1 – Post-Apocalyptic Drabbles: Contest Entries from Tevun-Krus #2
2 - Gadgets & Gizmos - An Article by @parishsp
3 - Introducing Smith & Jones, by @AngusEcrivain
4 - A Review of @mcoorlim's 'And They Called Her Spider,' by @MS_Chavez
5 - Steampunk: How To Write It - An Article by @mplested
6 - An Interview with @WendyLCallahan
7 – Out of Steam
And the winner was… @MadMikeMarsbergen
Have you ever taken a dump so deadly that it burnt a huge hole in the atmosphere, causing lethal amounts of solar radiation to seep in and burn everybody alive, killing off the planet’s population? No? I have. It stinks. Then I fired up my rocket ship and got the hell out of Dodge. Here I am, up in the gaping black butthole of space, watching as the world burns below me. I’m the last man alive. I’m lonelier than a dry sponge out of water. I’m cold, tired, and horny. Thankfully, I’ve got these porno magazines keeping me company.
I am alone. The meteor shower has ended, but the fires remain. Electric storms, ash and cloud blanket the Earth, but by some miracle the space station has escaped impact. I can only hope humanity will survive the fire and ice that will march across the land.
The onboard systems are intact, and the solar panels are more than adequate to power the station and one solitary android: me.
Maybe one day the descendants of the remnants of man will rise once more to join me. Do androids dream of electric sheep? I may have an eternity to find out.
There is nothing more I can do. They underestimated its length by at least two kilometres and the missiles didn’t perform as well as expected; having done nothing more than knock a chunk from its mass. I’m out of options now, the last of my fuel spent in an attempt to avoid the piece that broke away. The meteor continues on its course of certain destruction, nay, extinction of my race. There is nothing more I can do but pray that some will find shelter. That mankind will find a way to survive, to start over in a desolate land.
Each flash makes my eyeballs scream in my skull. I try to cover them but what’s the point? Every flash, every detonation is another million dead. It’s endless; it’s relentless as city by city disappears in a flash that burns from the planet’s surface and smacks my eyeballs. I float over to the radio flicking through channels. Ground control went dead minutes ago with nothing but screams echoing in my ears. I realise it’s not the end of mankind I fear, not the fact I’m trapped in a tin can hurtling around the planet. It’s that I’m alone, always alone.
It was like the cold war all over again. Weapons of mass destruction were aimed at one another, each daring the other, each waiting to see who would pull the trigger first. I didn't think it would happen this soon- no one did. But after the war of Iraq more began to spring up, disturbing the alliance. I watched from the shuttle as my home became a sight of the biggest display of fireworks ever seen. Earth was gone, everyone I ever loved was dead. Humans were now on the list of extinction. I should have been there with them.
Looking at the world slowly fall apart below me, I realize the spark that I’ve caused. Maybe blowing up a few world renown cities wasn’t the best approach to world destruction, but why not start now, because we all know it was going to happen eventually. Just look at how humans are, we were bound to destroy ourselves in time, so why not just end it now and save us the slow painful ending? Right, do it now, and so I did. Now I get to watch my world crumble and die off. What a glorious day!
Their greed created us; their fear raised us; and now their hatred hunts us down. For twenty years, we blindly let them slaughter us, their demented cries of justice twisting their blood-soaked faces as they slew my brethren… But no more. To combat their wickedness, we have evolved; grown stronger, faster… smarter. The birth of the Enlight ushered a new wave into the war they never expected. Already their strongholds fall; the areas they thought safe, invaded and made ours. The thought the war was worn. It has only just begun… This world shall belong to the Enlight… Evolved Undead.
I looked out of the tiny window, high above the Earth and gave a noisy sigh.
It appeared that Mankind had just lost their last chance to clean up their act, and now they were drowning, the waves rising inexorably over their heads. Literally. I looked away as my ship, Sputnik 2, orbited slowly to the dark side. Another boring trip around the globe. If only there was something to do up here. Except sleep, eat and watch. Not for the first time I wished I could send a message down to Earth. But what could I say? Goodbye? Woof?
Everything Starts Now
Reg peered at Earth from the porthole of The Covenant, joy upon his face.
“Look, Grandpa! Fireworks!”
The atmosphere glowed as the Auroras writhed before being sucked to the surface through the Poles. Grandpa knew every living thing below was succumbing to the solar flares Mankind generated in order to kill the Spitfire aliens. Everyone not in space, hiding in Earth’s shadow, was now counting the days until radiation sickness or cancer killed them.
“Yes, Reg. It’s beautiful. But remember…”
Reg looked up, puzzling over Grandpa’s sad eyes and saintly smile.
Everything, Grandpa thought. Your time starts now.
[+ Gadgets & Gizmos - An Article by @parishsp +]
Steampunk—the genre that takes what you know and spices it up. If you have ever read a fantasy, science fiction, or combination of both steampunk story, you know that the defining characteristics—the things that make the story steampunk—are the additional elements: the detailed setting, the dress, and the technology. Namely, the gadgets and gizmos.
The gadgets and gizmos implemented in steampunk stories run primarily off of, well, steam.
One of the best, funnest, most delightful, let-your-imagination-run-wild parts of a steampunk story is the inventions that the writer creates. These gadgets not only define the story as steampunk, but also serve to enrich the story in wild ways.
Tevun Krus has taken the time to dig up some of them. We give you, in no particular order, some of the most fascinating gadgets and gizmos steampunk has to offer.
1. The Zeppelin
Also known as a dirigible or an airship, the Zeppelin is a lighter-than-air aircraft that is used for transportation. Think blimp—a large, oblong balloon-type aircraft with a compartment below for passengers or cargo. The compartment can be either connected directly to the “balloon” or suspended below. Zeppelins are widely popular in steampunk novels as either a setting additive or a primary scene in various stories. The Zeppelin can be seen in the Parasol Protectorate series (although it is referred to as a dirigible), and are the main element in novels such as the Leviathan Series.
Ok, steampunk computers? Come on, right?
If you were to brave the world wide web in search of a definition of steampunk computers (which I may or may not have done), you might be surprised at what you find.
Everything from modern-day-type computers decked out in copper and silver finishings to boxes with oversized knobs, paper dispensers (think: built-in printer meets receipt machine), and projectors. Every shape, every size, every color, with one thing in common: steam.
When I think of steampunk computers, I think of a mad inventor/ scientist, pulling knobs and dodging puffs of steam as he convinces the world not only that his contraption works but all their lives will be better because of it. Type-writer type keyboards, gauges, glass screens, or printouts, steampunk computers come in a variety of shapes, sizes, colors, and more. There is a kind of beauty in the variety, though. Steampunk computers are just one example of the limitless capacities of steampunk gadgets and gizmos.
3. The Explosives
Wow, SP, jump straight to the point, huh? Ha—you may be wondering why I skipped straight over the weapons of steampunk to the explosives. Well, typically in steampunk novels, the weapons are simple, straightforward and to the point.
Really. Knives? Swords? Umbrellas with razor-sharp edges? I’ve seen them all.
That’s where the fun is.
Steampunk explosives bring to mind keg-sized canisters surrounded by tubes, canisters, and spitting steam in warning of the pending explosion—much like a tea kettle, or pressure cooker, but on a much more diabolical scale.
But, much like the computers, steampunk explosives can take many forms.
Dynamite? Check. Timed devices? Sure. Remote, nuclear, mortars? Why not.
The key to each of these is ensuring that you fit them into the subgenre of steampunk.
Again though, you can see the wide range variety of doors that steampunk opens for any author.
I would encourage you that when you are walking into the wide open doors of the steampunk realm, that instead of attempting to fit the gadgets and gizmos into your story, that instead, you start from scratch. One of the brilliant plus sides of science fiction in general are the limitless boundaries. Steampunk adds a specific flair to a scifi/fantasy novel that is different from the rest. If you’re up for the challenge, steampunk guarantees an author an interesting, fun challenge.
[+ Introducing Smith & Jones, by @AngusEcrivain +]
[_Here at Tevun Krus, we are proud to announce the [* first installment of Smith and Jones-- a TK exclusive. *] Each month, along with the specific sub-genre of sorts, we will have a short starring--you guessed it-- Smith and Jones. Follow their adventures as they tackle the world of punks, operas, the end of the world, and what is sure to be a host of aliens. This month's installment is brought to you by none other than SciFi master, Angus Ecrivain. _]
“You Sir, will wish you had not done that,” said Smith. John Wesley Smith, to be precise. “Now roll up your shirt sleeves so that fisticuffs might ensue.”
“Queensbury Rules, John?”
“Of course man. Do you take me for a Neanderthal?”
“No John, not at all,” the other man muttered as he proceeded to remove his cufflinks. “It’s just that, well you appear to be holding forth some sort of firearm.”
Confused, John Wesley Smith averted his gaze from the man who had offended him and glanced at his fists, bunched as they were around chest height. Sure enough, he did appear to be grasping the butt of an extremely odd looking gun in his right hand. If he was forced to guess he would’ve said that it was made of copper although closer inspection of the firing mechanism would later reveal that was built of a rather strong alloy. It was apparent to Smith that it was no ordinary gun, least not for the fact it had what could only be described as a dish roughly two thirds along the barrel.
With his free hand, Smith scratched his head in the manner one does when one is incredibly befuddled. Said befuddlement was compounded all the more when he happened to raise his eyes to Jones, he who had caused offence.
“Were you wearing braces before, Jones?” he asked. “Only I do not remember seeing black straps over the white of your shirt a moment ago. Now I will freely admit I do not have an eidetic memory, however the stark contrast of black on white is one I am most certain would not have slipped from my mind.”
“I’m not wearing braces, John.” Jones replied, glancing from one shoulder to the other. “However I will concede these straps are rather reminiscent of those belonging to my Sunday braces.”
Jones glanced once again at his left shoulder. He had caught sight of something strange out of the corner of his eye and as he was suddenly aware of an unfamiliar weight upon his back, the thought it best to investigate further.
“There is something upon my back, John,” Jones said with a tinge of terror to his voice. He circled as a dog chasing its tail, trying vainly to get a better look that he might ascertain the nature of the offending item.
“I can see that, Jones,” Smith replied. “Now please, stop running around like a headless chicken and I might be able to tell you what it is. Perhaps then we could see our way to fight like gentlemen. I would rather like to get back to drinking, if it is all the same to you.”
At that very moment something dropped out of the sky. Well, someone would be more accurate. Neither Smith nor Jones moved a muscle though. The someone was clad entirely in leather which did little to hide the fact she had rather large breasts and an incredibly pert bottom. She wore some sort of helmet, too, which meant that neither man could see her face until she removed said head gear to reveal a beauty that radiated from her. Add the fact she was a red head wearing a pair of thin, curved spectacles the like of which Smith and Jones had never seen, and it should come as little surprise that both men sensed saliva pooling at the corners of their respective facial orifices.
“Eyes back in your heads, boys,” she said, her voice incredibly soft and comely. “Y’all never seen a red head fall from the sky?”
“Erm…” Smith replied, locating his vocal chords after a fashion. “No… It is not something one expects to see.”
“Damn, you English boys. Your accents get me all moist where it matters.” She smiled as their faces flushed with colour until both blushed the most vibrant of reds. “Anyways, I figure you’ve probably noticed there’s some pretty odd stuff occurring.”
“Well yes,” said Jones. “There is something upon my back and Smith is grasping a… gun?”
“A raygun,” she replied with nothing more than a cursory glance. “And that on your back is a steam-powered jetpack.”
She did not answer directly, although she did answer. “Look around you, boys. Don’t things seem a little different to how they were before you went into that Inn? Check the sky, look at the airships. You see them, right? Now glance along the street. Weren’t there horses and carts here before, instead of the steambikes and steamcars?”
“What in the name of all that is holy is going on?” Smith demanded of the red head. “It must be your doing, harlot!”
“If y’all want to get all technical then yeah, it’s my doing. Not on purpose though. I mean, who’d have thought that attempting to harness the power of a dying star and using it to boost the power of a subspace communication network spanning several thousand galaxies would result in you two chaps finding yourselves trapped in a Sci-Fi loop?”
“Pardon?” Smith and Jones asked together.
“I know, I know. It sounds like the premise from a bad kids TV show but it’s true. Y’all are currently in the Steam Punk phase of the loop. Any minute now there’ll be a flash of light and the three of us will find ourselves knee deep in a different sub-genre.”
“Pardon? Are you a madwoman?”
“It’s far too hard to explain. Guess it’s gonna’ be easier when it actually…”
…and then, there was a blinding flash of light.
[+ A Review of @mcoorlim's 'And They Called Her Spider,' by @MS_Chavez +]
And They Called Her The Spider
Written by @Mcoorlim
[_ A review by @MS_Chavez _]
And They Called Her The Spider is one of those enjoyable little gems hidden in the depths of Wattpad.
I’m going to be honest about my reading and critiquing style. Unless a story piques my interest right off, I’m not going to bother. I hate being one of those readers because I hope that people would give my works more of a chance than I often give to the works I read. I know, hypocritical, but with my attention span, that’s the only way I get any reading done.
Anyway, that being said, of the list of steampunk works I was given to skim through and review, this is the only one I read straight through. The others were probably plenty good, but this one hooked me. And I admit I started running low on time to get this review in, so I had to go with the one story I read all the way through.
My interest had nothing to do with the cover, which is very stylish and professional for a standalone story, because I didn’t even look at it at first. And it wasn’t because it is reminiscent of Sherlock Holmes. I’m not a big Sherlock Holmes fan, but I know enough to catch the similarities. It wasn’t even because it was based in London or was a particular sort of steampunk, because my interest in the genre is the same as my interest in any genre. If I like it, if it hooks me, if it makes me think, I’ll read it.
What hooked me about this story was the characters. Bartleby hooked me straight off, and then James was a nice contrast, while quirky in his own way.
I’m a sucker for colorful, well developed characters that don’t quite fit in the norm. Stories that go into how their characters think or focus on their eccentricities are always fun for me. So on that basis alone, I read to learn more about these characters.
The story starts off with the narrator, James, listening to Bartleby describe The Spider, whom he is infatuated with. The initial description of the Spider is reason enough to read on, just to learn about her. The way Bartleby obsesses is reason enough to take an interest in him and his story. James and his somewhat amused observations of his companion make him endearing as well.
Then the mystery builds as we learn the scandal about this Spider, who is an acrobatic and mysterious assassin. Bartleby and James, each using their unique abilities to hunt her down in very Sherlock Holmes sort of way. A few elements are a tad predictable, but just enough so that I felt clever enough to guess at what was going to happen while still being surprised by a few interesting twists.
The world building was spot on as far as I could tell, and felt very much Victorian London, though some one more of an expert on the time period and genre would be a better judge.
If it hadn’t been for my interest in the characters, I don’t know if I would have read as much as I had before becoming entirely hooked. It had the initial feeling of being dropped into a larger world, into the lives of characters I was expected to know a little better than I did.
It just so happens that this is a part of a series, which I discovered after contacting the author and being directed to his Amazon page.
And They Called Her The Spider is part of a series of short stories or novellas about Bartleby and James. Unfortunately, they’re only available through Amazon. Fabulous advertising tactic, getting a reader hooked on this one short and craving more, which I did at the end of the story. I’m not a die hard fan of steampunk or mysteries, but this left me wanting more.
I’m too cheap to go buy the others, though I did go and download the ebook version, which is available for free, for my Kindle. The ebook has a rather nice interior illustration. Michael Coorlim, it turns out is rather savvy about packaging his writing. The free download is available here: http://www.mcoorlim.com/free-fiction/
It’s a shame he’s not more well known or active on Wattpad for his advertising tactic to actually work more in his favor here. Though as a screenwriter with a website and several Amazon books under his belt, I have feeling he has a decent following outside of Wattpad. And since I read and voted for this piece, it has made an appearance on the Science Fiction and Mystery lists.
After reading this initial story, I will definitely be interested in reading the other short Mr. Coorlim has available on his profile. And perhaps, when I have a little more cash in my paypal account, I might just have to purchase the Bartleby and James collection.
[+ Steampunk: How To Write It - An Article by @mplested +]
How Do You Write Steampunk?
The first question I usually get when I tell people that I write Steampunk is, “What is Steampunk?” That is one of those questions that, if you ask twenty different people you are likely to get twenty different answers. Having said that, here is my answer to that question.
Steampunk is both a sub-genre of Fantasy (yes Fantasy, not Science Fiction as you might think) and it is a setting at the same time.
So, what does that mean, exactly?
Well, approaching it from the perspective of setting, Steampunk traditionally means several things:
1. The time period is the Victorian Era. That officially means about 1837 − 1901.
2. The style of dress was also Victorian-based. As is the case today, those styles changed over the 60 years of the era. Entire books have been written about Victorian Fashions so I won’t even attempt to address the subject here. Plenty of information exists on the Internet for your reading pleasure. Note, at the beginning of this point I mentioned Victorian-based. That means you can make modifications to the actual clothing. Cosplayers typically like to add brass accents, rivets and gears to practically everything. How much or how little you have your own characters wear and update their apparel is up to you.
3. The technology is, as the name of the genre suggests, largely steam-based. Electricity exists in the steampunk society, but it plays a secondary role at best. This is where you can have some real fun. If you have ever seen an episode of the Flintstones, you know that they had the same technologies we have. Except they were largely stone and/or animal powered (picture the office intercom that was actually a bird that flew between offices and repeated what was said to it). The same is true of steampunk. This is an industrial-age society filled with all the wonders that might imply. Dirigibles, zeppelins and steam-powered buggies are everywhere. If you want to have a giant mechanical walking spider (a la Wild Wild West) that can be done too. The technology is large, somewhat clunky-looking and, most importantly, powered by steam.
4. Architecture should be approached in much the same way as fashion. In my opinion though, make things BIGGER. Why? Because with the advanced steam-powered construction cranes and elevator technologies, buildings could go much higher up in the sky. People weren’t limited to five or six-story buildings because that’s as far as construction techniques (not to mention leg-power) could accommodate.
5. I also like the fact that the politics of the day can largely be used and twisted. The British Empire was still at its height of power and controlled world-politics in a way that we largely see coming from today’s super-powers. Ocean roaming ships travelled faster under steam power than traditional wind-powered vessels, trains were improved to go faster and further and the mastery of the air (with airplanes, zeppelins and dirigibles) all made the world a much smaller place.
I could keep going, but you should have the idea around setting by now.
But I still haven’t told you how to write Steampunk yet…or have I?
Let’s look at it from the perspective of genre now. If Steampunk is a genre, can I add romantic elements to it? How about mystery?
Like many books today, Steampunk can include elements from any other genre you want. Do you want to write Steampunk with Spy/Thriller elements? Go for it. Tee Morris and Pip Ballentine did with their Ministry of Peculiar Occurrences series. How about a Steampunk adventure with werewolves and vampires? Absolutely. Gail Carriger has been very successful with her Parasol Protectorate series. What about a Steampunk story that is filled with humour and is slightly reminiscent of an Austin Powers movies? You bet. My writing partner and I will have the first of our series titled Jack Kane and the Statue of Liberty coming out this fall.
If you pay attention to the details, you can successfully merge any other genre into a Steampunk novel and be successful.
Have you learned how to write a Steampunk novel yet? No? I still haven’t given you enough?
I guess you could think about plot at this point. A little bit of research might be in order here. What were the political alliances of the day? Who were at odds or, even better, at war with each other (I know that sounds callous, but consider how many fantastic James Bond movies we have because of the Cold War).
Once you know about some of the conflicts (e.g. The Crimean War), you can adjust the events to better suit the technology you have envisioned.
Or maybe you write a Steampunk Age version of Romeo and Juliet or adjust Pride and Prejudice to more closely reflect your vision of that era.
Still not enough? What about researching (again) some of the famous/infamous people of the Victorian Era. I’m sure both Queen Victoria and The Duke of Wellington have some interesting skeletons in their closets. Too prominant? How about creating an orphan boy who is experimented on by a Victorian mad scientist and transmogrified into some sort of hideous beast that ravages the streets of London? Too far-fetched? Maybe your character is a noble-born Englishman who serves her Majesty as an officer in the British Army in India who ends up facing a black-magic wielding deposed Raj.
Use your research skills and imagination and you should be able to come up with something interesting.
Are you there now? There isn’t much more help I can give you. Characters, theme, conflict. I’ve given you hints for all of them. Make your characters multi-layered and interesting and you are well on your way. Try to avoid the cardboard cutouts that seem to show up in some movies and television shows.
We’re in the home stretch now.
Make sure your story has a decent beginning, middle and end. Put conflict at about the 1/3 and 2/3 points of the story and ensure you build tension as you go.
Voila. You have a Steampunk Story.
[+ An Interview with @WendyLCallahan +]
SP Parish of Tevun-Krus had the wonderful opportunity to sit down with the witty and encouraging Wendy Callahan. Check it out—
So, who are you—tell us a little about yourself.
When did you begin writing?
When I was 8-years-old, I wrote a play and roped my entire 3rd grade class into performing it. I knew that was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Er, not force people to do my bidding, but entertain them.
Because I’m a “Badges? We don’t need no stinking badges!” sort of girl. I love sci-fi, because it’s a distinctive genre with very few boundaries. It is open to exploration.
What’s your favorite story you’ve written?
Definitely THE CHRONOS CLOCK. It’s a snarky steampunk romp, and I giggled like a madwoman the entire time while writing it.
What is your fans’ favorite story you’ve written?
I seem to get a lot of compliments on THE GOSSAMER GATE, which is a contemporary fairy fantasy.
Who are some of your influences? Favorite writers?
Internet memes, video gaming puns, and manga seem to influence me the most these days (much wow! Such funny!). A few of my favorite writers are Oscar Wilde and Jane Austen, Marian Zimmer Bradley and Anne McCaffrey.
Where do you find inspiration for your stories?
The scenery where I live tends to inspire me. THE CHRONOS CLOCK and subsequent books in the Aetheric Artifacts series are the result of me living in England for two years.
We know some of the big authors, Orson Scott Card or Tolkein for example, incorporate their religion into their work. Are you religious? If so, so you incorporate it into your stories?
I am a spiritual person and I’d say there’s a touch of my beliefs in my stories. The pantheon of supernatural and mythological beings in my contemporary fantasy reflects my path much more than my steampunk does, though.
Others say your first novel is usually autobiographical in nature. Did you find this was the case? Do you ever base characters or situations off real life situations? How do you balance that?
My first novel was about a dream world I wanted to visit when I was 12-years-old, so you could say it was semi-autobiographical wishful thinking. I almost always base my characters on people I know. If I kill you off… well, sorry about that. It happens.
Has anyone that you’ve based a character off of been offended once you kill them off? I could just imagine my mother giving me the silent treatment for that sort of thing :)
They’ve mostly been understanding. “Oh yes, I’m the villain. Of course I must die.” It’s that, or send them to Australia, where everything is deadly.
(And in the good nature of our monthly topic, Steampunk)
You have a few “Punk” stories that you’ve authored. What drew you in?
The whimsy and flexibility of steampunk are what I adore about it. It’s a place where I can play with ideas. I love history anyway, so retro-futurism appeals greatly to me. I’m the person who likes combining antiques with modern conveniences in my home, so why not in fiction?
Combining antiques and modern things, eh? What steampunk gadget in your novels are you most proud of?
Definitely the motor carriage in THE DAEMON DEVICE. Though I’m quite pleased with the Victorianized iron maiden in the upcoming finale to the series, THE ENIGMA ENGINE. Medieval torture devices are fun to “modernize” into 1892.
Where do you get your inspiration for the gadgets and get-ups of your settings and plots?
In the second book, THE DAEMON DEVICE, I had the airship, ferry, and train, but I wanted something fun to play with. So the motor carriage just sort of… happened. The character who invented it is outrageous, so I wanted it to be something that caused a little trouble behind the scenes. My characters seem to dictate the gadgetry and overall scenes. They’re bratty like that.
Is Steampunk your favorite? If so, why?
It is my favorite because it can be so much fun! I love that steampunk is often very high adventure, but still open to comedy or romance, or anything else. Steampunk has plenty of room to play and experiment, so it’s the aesthetic/sub-genre I favor above others.
What is your advice to new writers and writers who have decided to dip their toes in steampunk?
Don’t play it safe – that’s no fun. Try to read some of the classics as well as modern writers to get an idea of what steampunk encompasses. It is a broad spectrum, and there is still a great deal of room for original ideas. Let your imagination run wild.
What fun, what encouragement and excitement to see Tevun Krus take on its very first punk and do it successfully. Punks can be intimidating things. I would like to take a moment and say “thanks” to everyone who made our Steampunk issue not only an enjoyable read, but a quality one, too. Definitely something to be proud of.
Thank you, @MS_Chavez for the insightful, spur of the moment review and to the wonderful @WendyLCallahan for your witty interview. You both do quality work, and it is was a delight to partner with you on this issue. Thank you again, and I'm sure we will see you again, soon. @mlplested, you have come through on not one but two issues now. I loved your sweet guide to tackling steampunk. Your enthusiasm is tangible. Thank you for being so easy to work with.
Last, but most certainly, not least, @AngusEcrivain. Wow. Thank you. I think, upon last count, you produced half this issue all by your lonesome. Thank you for paying attention to the small details that make TK great, and for the first installment of Smith and Jones. This is going to be a good thing. I am excited to see where it heads.
Our goal at @Ooorah was to have a place where great minds could come together and discuss something that we all enjoy. You guys made it happen. Thank you. TK would not be possible without you.
The authors take on the first of their punks - Steampunk! Interviews, reviews, Smith & Jones-a brand-spankin'-new, exclusive short-and more! Check it out here!