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Today’s News in: Rip – Find the Magic Key

Green swatch— Sumataniki makes it to the ruins of his old home, the Palace and encounters somebody he never expected to see again. —

Prince Sumataniki stared in disbelief. The north side of the Palace, from whence he had come, had looked deceptively intact. Now he saw that the whole south side lay in ruins, in places merely large piles of rubble. It reflected the greater damaged by the mine’s ejections to the south side of the valley than the north, and made him wonder if this had been by the cruel will of the Anakuna.
“Perhaps they wished to hide the damage from us until we came upon the City. In that moment, we would have become dispirited.”
He wandered about the ruin, trying to shake off the feelings of loss and hear the voice of his brother or sister.
“I see you have found your way here too!” a feeble voice croaked, from a pile of rags against a wall.
Sumataniki had spied the rags, even in the darkness, but thought nothing of them. They moved and a hand stretched forth in welcome.
“I have waited for you Prince Sumataniki.”
Sumataniki hobbled over and crouched down. There could be no mistaking the empty eye sockets that seemed to bore into his soul, even in darkness.
“Nathaniel! From the Land of the Ark. Hello old man.”
“Ha! None in the City remember my name now. It’s good to hear it. Have you been well?”
Sumataniki stole a glance at his arm but replied, “Yes. We survive. In the mountains.”
“I heard about the great battle. Well done. Don’t you yearn for peace?”
“Yes. Now that you speak of it. I weary of battle. They have ruined Peroturnkar, Seer. Tuma and his … scum.”
“But he was your brother once.”

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Green swatch— Sumataniki takes cover in a woodpile and overhears an interesting conversation. —

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon, two mine guards took a break and sat on the logs. Sumataniki listened intently to their conversation, eager for any scrap of information. At first, they spoke in whispers but as the shroud of darkness grew thicker, they became bolder.
“Things will change anyway soon. Now the wolf-men have their new method of mining, they no longer need the miners, so we can use them to fight Sumataniki and his dirty rebels. And the Anakuna have promised Prince Tuma that they will bring additional soldiers from villages on the other side of the mountains.”
“With what? Their sky-whales are all broken down.”
“No. One still flies. I saw it the other day. It makes a bad noise, but it still flies.”
“Hm. I don’t understand why they have stopped blasting the rock anyway. How can anything else work better?”
“They are trying to move Atalan’Tea. They will move us to a place where they can dig more easily.”
“Don’t be stupid! You can’t move the mountains! I think you’re drunk!”
The two voices felt silent for a while. Sumataniki thought he heard the sound of liquid, swilling in a gourd. Then the last voice continued.
“I guess the mirrors on the mountains will go too?”
“No, they need them for the new method.”
“You seem to know a lot! But nobody even knows what this method is called!”
“I do. But it makes no sense to me.”
“What’s it called then?”
“A singularity.”
“What’s that then?”
“I don’t know.”
“We’re both drunk now! We better get back to work.”

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Green swatch— Tuma attemps to outwit is his old lover, Llanka, but he reckons without her love for Sumataniki or the wisdom of the years since they last met. —

“You want me to spy for you?”
“I wouldn’t put it that way. We were lovers once.”
Llanka laughed sarcastically and grinned at Tuma. She had made her mind up.
“Alright. Where’s this comfortable room you talked about?”
Tuma led her toward the servant’s chamber. On the other side of a heavy door, she heard the unmistakable growl of an Anakuna, the wolf-men that had dogged the history of Peroturnaka.
“They live here now?” she asked Tuma.
“Only one.”
“The leader? The female with the gold earrings?”
“Ha! No. She died centuries ago. A distant descendant. They’re few now and they will soon die out completely. They’re stuck here. Their flying carts – they call them space ships – constantly break down. Anyway, they still help me and soon I won’t even need them. Don’t worry. You’re safe. Here we are.”
Tuma opened a door and watched as she lay upon the luxurious bed. Indeed, her silky hair, when splayed out on the blue pillow reminded him of the Princess, whom he had felt forced to kill. He bitterly rued the day, but sought to sink its memory forever in his kisses upon Llanka’s soft skin.
As he kissed her bared breasts and forced himself into her, Tuma whispered, “Puki! Puki!”
Llanka bit her tongue and stared at the ceiling.

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Blog: Copycat Killers by Lazlo Ferran

This week: Sneak Preview, plagiarism and Lord of the Rings (movie and book).

Sneak Preview

I should just mention that this week’s blog title is a joke. Normally I use film titles and of course there is the film Copycat with Sigourney Weaver and  Holly Hunter, but I thought that film was called Copycat Killers and I like the title so much I am copyrighting it here, right now.

Copycat Killers

Copyright © 2013 by Lazlo Ferran

All Rights Reserved

A story about love, death and the habit of murder.

Now on to the except. This week’s its from my imminent busking blockbuster, King of the buskers! Just joking. This project is still sitting in the sidings waiting for somebody to take it on. If any publishers out there are interested, please get in touch. I have rewritten the end to Chapter One and this is the revised version.

King of the Buskers

Copyright © 2013 by Lazlo Ferran

All Rights Reserved

[My parents] visited me. The atmosphere was congenial enough at first. We went for a curry around the corner and then back to my flat. It was only when my mother went out of the room for a while, that my father said something very peculiar to me. He asked how Lina was, and I told him I had split up with her.

He said, “I dunno. You always go for girls with exotic names.”

Now although Lina is in fact a typical name for a Dutch girl, it may well sound a little exotic to a man born in 30s England. But my previous two girlfriend’s names had been very typically English and not exotic at all. It may sound like an inoffensive comment but it made me start to think.

What if my father is deliberately undermining me – trying to play on any insecurities I might have? What if he often does that? What if he has always been doing that since I was about three?

The last thought occurred to me simply because I could remember that far back clearly, and I recalled that my father had always made little comments like that. He had also recently started saying that music was too tough an industry and that I would never make money from it.

I had already been living largely off income from busking since the autumn, and had already contemplated living solely off busking. To my knowledge nobody had ever done this before. Was it even possible I wondered?

Now I determined that this was what I was going to do. What’s more, I was going to do it for three years. I was also going to move – and not tell my parents where I had gone, or leave any clues. If I was living off cash alone, this should be possible, I thought. I would become invisible to those I didn’t trust. What I needed was space to think. My scientific, analytical and empirical brain had decided that the best way to separate out what was manipulative bullshit from the truth, was to isolate myself and remove as much external stimuli as possible. From there I could piece together what was truth and what was fiction. I have always been passionate about truth, and now I needed it more than ever.

The last piece of the jigsaw that led to a major break with my past, was my contemplation of religion and my faith. I am not an evangelist and I won’t belabour the point, but I was thinking more and more that meditation was only giving me half of what I wanted. It didn’t, for instance, satisfactorily answer the fundamental question of what happened when we died. I already believed in reincarnation, but what happened at the point of death? I found some answers in Gurdjieff. In particular, I found a reference to a very old tale, told by the wise, in remote parts of Afghanistan and Armenia: that at the point of death, time slows to a standstill and infinity opens up before you. Your life flashes in front of you but in the end, there is infinity.

I was strongly attracted to this idea and decided it would be a good subject for a concept album. It was nothing if not ambitious!

So that was it then: My plan was to move to a secret location, begin recording my concept album, and for three years, and attempt to live solely off busking. It was a momentous decision. In a strange way this was the moment when everything I had gone through up to the point came together. It was the moment when I finally accepted that my father wasn’t going to change. Breaking away to be myself rather than trying to compromise with his views, I had to put my ideas to the ultimate test. I knew I was putting my life on the line; busking can be a dangerous occupation at times. I was certainly also putting my reputation on the line so one thing was for sure; if I survived, my life would never be the same again.


It occurred to me this week to talk about plagiarism. My partner often asks me if I don’t think something has been copied from somewhere else. In particular she has been watching the Peter Jackson Lord of the Rings movies and feels that a very well-known (and very rich) writer may have copied a very well-known series of books from J. R. R. Tolkien.

I am not disagreeing with her. I happen to know, however, that the author in question claims to have been ‘inspired’ (my parentheses) by Tolkien, but not to have copied him. Quite often an author is unaware of the extent to which they have copied something. They are adamant that they haven’t done so and yet the evidence seems against them. This complicated matters.

Also, there are many books which openly ape or satirize well-known books. I remember chuckling through a few tertiary college break-times while reading Hordes of the Things by Andrew Marshall, a satyr on Lord of the Rings. Did the Tolkien estate complain? No. Would J K Rowling complain if something similar were done for Harry Potter? Probably.

So why is satyr allowed and yet inspirational versions are called into question for their validity? I think the answer is that the public feel plagiarism is the act of copying something without adding something meaningful and possibly making something inferior for the gain of profit. And plagiarism is illegal.

Collins English Dictionary has plagiarise as: “to appropriate (ideas, passages, etc) from (another work or author)”

In other words, plagiarism to make a work or parts of a work one’s own without reference to the original.

Clearly Horde of the Things is felt to be a new work and only inspired by Lord of the Rings.

Whereas when a work is claimed to be original and yet the main characters and main plot seem in many instances to bear a great similarity to the original, the author really needs to examine their conscience. Yes, writers all know that a ‘quest’ is a common theme in a book and a ‘magical device with great power’ is also a common motif. Indeed there are reckoned to be only roughly 18 (some would have it as few as 8) themes in the whole world – ever. However when the movie version of the ‘inspired’ work casts a similar looking lead actor to the original work and they both have the same genre and themes, it leaves the public feeling slightly queasy. It puts my hackles up even further when the ‘inspired’ writer protests loudly, and long, their innocence and proceeds to prosecute anybody and everybody who says otherwise.

Do the Tolkien estate (led by the redoubtable Christopher) prosecute all and sundry for writing satyrs, guides and critiques of J. R. R. Tolkien’s work? No. Why, because they know the story is so deeply original and enchanting that no reader could possible be duped into preferring a fake version.

Or could they?

Lord of the Rings

Please note, I am not saying that this article is in any way related to the article above about plagiarism.

Let’s just say that my partner, who is not English  and is discovering our heritage slowly, has finally discovered Lord of the Rings.

So much does she shun Harry Potter, that I thought this would never happen. I even lent her The Hobbit – a friend had taken her to see the film – but to no avail. Then I told her a bedtime story about a wizard and a magic ring and a log fire into which the ring was thrown to reveal secret, evil writing. Well, you must admit it sounds enticing. I must have done a good job because the next day, she wanted to give The Fellowship of the Ring a go. After enjoying the first few chapters she then wanted to see the films. Of course I was delighted so we settled down to watch together. She was full of questions.  She wanted to stay up all night to watch to the end. The films only made her more hungry for the books.

However, she could not understand why the books had evaded her. Why had somebody told her they were just like the Harry Potter books? Furthermore, why were the books so much better than Harry Potter books?

I can only say that I am delighted we have watched all three films and she is now close to starting the second volume.

As a footnote, I had accidentally deleted the third film from my Virgin Media library so we had to watch the extended edition. While it did have some nice extras – the Mouth of Sauron was particularly good – on the whole, the film was too long. Then, of course, there is the absence of Tom Bombadil in the first film, even the extended edition; such a loss.

Other news

I haven’t written much at all this week; not writer’s block but just me easing back into writing after a long-needed break. As you can see, even in this break I have done a little work on the busking book. Several readers are part way through Iron III and I will let you know their opinions when they have finished.


I set out not sure what I was going to write today and I have written quite a lot! I just wanted to mention the MotoGp tomorrow. I saw Valentino Rossi narrowly miss getting another pole position today. Good luck to him tomorrow.

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Blog: Writer’s Block

This week: writer’s block and how to overcome or avoid, guest post on LOB Blog, Gravity’s Rainbow and Kirk Douglas.

Writer’s Block

There is no sneak preview this week because I haven’t written anything. I have also broken my own traditional use of Film Titles again because writer’s block is such an important subject for all writers and I want to make this article as easy to find using search engines as possible. I have a few tricks to share.

To be truthful, I don’t think I am actually suffering what we call the ‘classic’ writer’s block; I simply need a short break from writing. I have written three complete novels this year, two short stories and contributed to three more as well as also editing the novel The Journals of Raymond Brooks and completing my term in a prominent IT role at a London Science Institute. It’s a lot for anybody to take on and only natural that I need a break once in a while. If you read Tip 1 you will see that I simply need to take it easy and get some input from my favourite sources; movies, books and simply thinking. The last for me is something I have always enjoyed. One of the great Greek philosophers once said, if you want to experience please without pain, try philosophy. My thinking more or less involves reflecting one what I have achieved recently including any mistakes I have made, thinking about what I want to do, thinking where all my endeavors fit into the world and my aspirations, and sometimes listening for that illusive ‘voice of the muse’.

There are several techniques I have learned to deal with and even avoid Writer’s Block:

Tip 1

Input or stimulation: I was once told forcibly by a Metropolitan Police officer that if one wants to flourish in any society you need to spend less than your income. In other words input > output. This lesson was most forcibly driven home to me by a few hours in a locked office with a female officer who accused me of verbally abusing her; a completely trumped up charge.

“We have a prison cell ready for you,” I was told. “You only have to make one more mistake and you will be in there.” And with my hair in a pony tail I had no doubt my experience would be very unpleasant. I was a busker at the time and my only crime had been to try and protect a fellow busker’s harp and amplifier while he went for a cup of tea. I was told to abandon it or be arrested. I foxed them by managing to carry my amplifier and guitar, his amplifier and harp, and his seat out of the station. The damage had been done though. It was only after I discovered the female police officer and I both shared a love of cats that I escaped the cell.

This has been a massive digression but it may  explain why this rule of input > output has stuck in my head so firmly. I have since found that you can apply the rule to any creative project just as effectively. Whether you are a painter, writer, poet or musician, YOU NEED STIMULATION. You cannot go on forever creating without getting input from the work of others. Be  it film. music, books or some other form of  art or what we loosely term ‘culture’ these days, you need large doses of it. You need a bare minimum you should get the same number of hours input per day as your output. ie if you write for 2 hours per day, you should get 2 hours stimulation per day.  I would recommend that you get about 30% more stimulation than output.

Tip 2

I have found that working on several projects simultaneously is very good at controlling writer’s block. If you get a bit bored with one, you simply switch to the other. I am not sure whether both projects need to be writing ones. Perhaps this works when combined with music too; it’s worth trying.

Guest Writer Post #68 on the LOB blog (Laurence O’Bryan)

I was invited by Laurence, writer of The Istanbul Puzzle to post on his blog and I have had a lot of traffic from it. Laurence said a few nice words about me which helped; you can never underestimate how important it is for writers to help each other, Thanks Laurence. The post is on the LOB blog.

Gravity’s Rainbow

I am up to about page 280 of this long novel. At 900 pages it is longer than Lord of the Rings! Thomas Pynchon probably breaks every rule of writing; some sentence have no capital at the beginning and others are half of a very long page in duration. Actually, I tell a lie; I think he does always use full stops which is a relief. There are some amazing purple patches of prose. Pynchon has a very easy and relaxed way of moving from one  vivid image to another and he has a seemingly endless font of images to share. I am sometimes reminded of Huxley and I do wonder if he was using some kind of pharmaceutical stimulation when he wrote this book! The book is, as I mentioned, very long and I don’t know how long it is going to take me to finish.

Kirk Douglas

My partner and I watched Spartacus the other day, She loved the premise: slave is the first to visualise the world without slavery and actually nearly achieved it. She hadn’t heard of Kirk Douglas so I have just sent her the link to  his blog: http://www.kirkdouglas.com/posts/reflections. Apart from being the only voice from the golden age of Hollywood still talking, the old guy is still worth listening too. I know there has been some controversy recently in an accusation about him and Natalie Wood but I think it’s worth popping over and reading his blog.