The largest animal that ever sat on a nest

Big MammasIn my “Dinosaur Tales” short stories, I try to imagine dinosaurs just a little beyond the way most scientists currently see them. Sometimes I’m pleasantly surprised by where my imagination leads. Here’s an example.

Try to imagine how the world’s heaviest creature could have managed to sit on its nest without crushing every egg to smithereens. Nobody has ever published a scientific analysis of the idea, nor has any paleoartist ever, to my knowledge, attempted to show how it was done.

So here you go: my best effort at demonstrating how a thirty-ton behemoth could gently lower itself down and cover its delicate eggs and hatchlings with its breast. Let’s not forget: the closest living relatives of Alamosaurs are birds.

I watched some video footage of elephants lying down to get the postures just about right, and then applied them to Alamosaurus, as you see here. Under that mom in the middle, you see her long, narrow nest with eggs in two rows. That’s factual information. In Argentina, scientists have uncovered dozens of these long, thin nests, which the adults excavated by scraping sandy soil with their three-clawed hind feet until a suitable trench had been made. Then mom deposited her eggs two-by-two in a long line. Click the image for a close-up.

Why the long, thin nest? As you can see here (and this is my original thinking) if a thirty-ton mamma lies ACROSS the line, her weight is born by the ground, and her belly will not sag to the bottom of the nest. So that’s how the huge beasts solved their nest-sitting problem. They let the ground take the weight!

While I’m at it, I may as well mention the other innovations in this picture. Not only is this the first image of sauropods lying on nests, but it is, to my knowledge, the first image giving them giraffe coloring. But it makes sense. They were the giraffes of the Mesozoic era, so why not color them like the only examples we know? In fact, why would you color them any other way? What example would you base your color scheme on? Same goes for the striped tail. We know the sauropods used their tails as weapons (some fossil tails even have war-clubs on the ends). So, what’s the modern equivalent? If you have ever been tail-whipped by an iguana, like I have, then you know that their bull-whip tail can really hurt. So, why is it striped? As a reminder not to get too close again. The strategy probably would have been as useful 65 million years ago with T rex as it is today against foxes, dogs, and other iguana eaters. Hence, my stripy-tailed sauropods. Note the babies in the background, tagging along behind mom under the protective cover of her tail? That’s another first in this image–showing them just the way baby ducklings follow their moms.

LiposaurusFinally, although I’m not the first to do so, I have included lips and a long prehensile tongue on my Alamosaurus. They sure give the big beast a different look, compared to the grinning, non-lipped, lizard-faced version artists have shown for a century or two. At right is John Martin and Richard Neave’s concept of a few years ago. While some may criticize this choice of facial soft parts, I’d have to retaliate by asking where anyone got the notion to leave lips off a tree-browsing animal like this, in the first place.

Anyway, I’ll probably stir up more controversy than I can settle with this image, but there it is.

And if in its humble way, this image gets anyone wondering whether these majestic creatures were really as sophisticated as I’ve portrayed here, you can find a lot more detail on the pages and pages of prose I packed into my little Dinosaur Tale, “Hatching Alamosaurus.” You can even buy a print of the image, suitable for framing, so you can impress your friends, family, and/or coworkers with your discerning knowledge of sauropod dinosaur nesting behavior. How cool is that?

Note added June 12, 2015: The short story version of “Hatching Alamosaurus” is no longer available because it has been included in the new full-length book, Dinosaur Tales.

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Why I dedicated The Jihad Virus to women

TheFeminine“I dedicate my story to the women of this world. Your voices should be heard more often. In your caring hearts, you hold the keys to peace.”

That’s the dedication at the beginning of my new medical thriller, The Jihad Virus. And even though the central hero of the tail is Dr. Peyton McKean, a man and “The Greatest Mind Since Sherlock Holmes,” there are plenty of reasons why the dedication goes to folks of the feminine gender.

The women in this story carry their fair share of the burden of fighting this deadly microbe. In the process, they stand up and are counted against terrorism and in favor of humanity. And while they’re at it, they even save the illustrious Dr. McKean a time or two.

For instance, Dr. Kay Erwin, Chief Epidemiologist at Seattle Public Health Hospital, is the one who announces the Jihad Virus threat to the world. It is also Kay who tends to Dr. McKean personally in her world-class isolation facility when he comes down with the deadly infection.

And Janet Emerson, McKean’s head technician at Seattle’s Immune Corporation, is the person tasked with making an experimental vaccine that may be the world’s last and best hope for salvation.

Suffice it to say, both ladies acquit themselves well.

And I have yet to mention the most central female presence of all. Jameela Noori, an Egyptian horse trainer, begins the book as caretaker for the Arabian steeds of the arch villain, oil-billionaire-gone-bad Sheik Abdul-Ghazi. In one scene, we see Jameela unabashedly use her riding crop to face down the Sheik when he comes at her in a moralistic fit, with a flail in hand. Then she uses it to give a slap in the face to one of his henchmen. And she does a lot more than that before the tail is done.

Strong female characters play key roles in my novels and short stories. I have always admired the qualities shared by most women. And I don’t mean those phony Hollywood visions of women as brawling, murderous warriors. I mean their real traits, like sympathy, caring, and generally giving a damn about whether their fellow human beings and creatures are happy or not. When these feminine qualities are exercised to their fullest, the bad guys’ plots are bound to fail.

PinkPeaceThat opening quote is something I believe with all my heart. Not until feminine voices are heard loud and clear above the voices of war-mongering males, will this world ever find peace.

That’s why, in nearly every story I write, there comes a moment when a woman must step up and be counted–against evil, and for finding answers to the stories’ central problems. Let’s hope someday women will find the ways and means to step up and solve this world’s real problems. I believe our fate is in your hands, ladies.

Maybe you can do with the men of the world what you do so well with children. Make them play fair, mind their manners, and share with others.

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The Jihad Virus — Published!

Noble Arabian SteedA chase on horseback, no less! Now that’s a tale of adventure, danger, and, well, horsemanship. All that and a medical thriller with a deadly virus to boot! As usual with my novels, I’ve packed a lot more than just a mystery into this one. It’s got exotic locales, beautiful women, dastardly villains and, let’s see. Oh. Yes. The Greatest Mind Since Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Peyton McKean. What more could a fan of mysteries, thrillers, and, well, er, horseback chases, want? If there is anything else, forgive me for not squeezing it in.

Anyway, The Jihad Virus is published. Here’s the promotional text from the back cover, just so you’ll know what it’s all about:

Jihad Virus Cover“DNA, THE CODE OF LIFE —AND DEATH

A deadly microbe: When a U.S. Customs inspector at the Canadian border succumbs to a fatal viral infection, a terrifying fear becomes reality. Someone has smuggled a devastating genetically altered strain of smallpox virus into the country. But where is it? And just how lethal might it be?

A master murderer: Sheik Abdul-Ghazi, oil billionaire turned terrorist, has masterminded a plot to spread a plague that will kill millions. He and his jihadi zealots are holed up on a remote western ranch, preparing to unleash their nightmare weapon on American cities.

Beautiful ZahirahA beautiful woman: Jameela Noori, Abdul-Ghazi’s Egyptian-born horse trainer, may be the consummate blend of beauty and treachery. Or is she the weak link in a diabolical scheme?

The greatest mind since Sherlock Holmes: As the plague’s first victims die, brilliant vaccine researcher, Dr. Peyton McKean, is enlisted by the Centers for Disease Control to track down the source of the virus and find a cure. From his lab, to a horseback chase in a hail of bullets, McKean brings to bear his keen intellect and the boldness of a born adventurer. But overcoming this threat will take more than daring. It will take a medical miracle.”

And if that doesn’t get your juices flowing, try the inside front cover teaser:

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Kay said, her voice cracking. “I’ll get straight to the point. We’ve got a seriously ill patient on our isolation ward.” She paused to draw a breath. “He’s got smallpox.”

A qualm rattled through me. Had she said smallpox? I jotted the word down, although I wasn’t likely to forget it. A medieval scene flickered across my mind — pockmarked, dead bodies piled high on oxcarts. I felt a crawling sensation at the back of my neck.

I wasn’t the only one with the creeps. Murmurs passed among the other reporters like a spreading epidemic. Nobody had expected anything so sinister. The terse public information e-mail hadn’t even vaguely hinted at this. A minute before, the video cameras and sound booms of the two TV crews had seemed like two too many. But Kay had just reset all our thinking. Now, seasoned press people whispered like bad mannered schoolchildren. Smallpox wasn’t something you could mention without causing a stir.

Smallpox. I scribbled the word on my notepad and noticed I had written it twice.”

The Jihad Virus is available in all the usual ebook forms, and as a paperback too. Look for it at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Kobo, iTunes, and other formats. Some of these distributers have yet to list the new book, and some only list copies of the ten-year-old, out-of-print paperback edition. I’d recommend getting the new version, which I have laboriously brought up to my current writing standards, although the old paperback is basically the same story–just sometimes collector-edition priced. The new paperback version is already available from Amazon and should be available from Barnes & Noble soon.

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Publishing The Jihad Virus

Jihad Virus CoverJust a quick note. The Jihad Virus is ready to publish! It’s all revised, and its new cover is done.

In fact, I’ve already uploaded the Kindle and Smashwords editions. By next weekend, I think I’ll be ready to announce that these editions are available to the public. Maybe the paperback version as well.

Bye for now. Gotta get back to publishing, a task of a million-and-one details!

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Updating The Jihad Virus Cover

Jihad Virus CoverNow that’s one scary concept.

I’ve just completed a cover-to-cover revision of my medical thriller, The Jihad Virus. Along the way, I’ve been reminded repeatedly just how horrific it would be if international terrorists released a new and deadly genetically altered form of the smallpox virus.

Along with the text, I’ve been revising the cover art, too. It wouldn’t do to release a new edition without giving readers the ability to quickly distinguish this new version from the old one. So I have been spending some quality time with Photoshop lately, and this is the result.

I think it gets the idea across that all is not well in the world.

Never fear though. Dr. Peyton McKean, “The Greatest Mind Since Sherlock Holmes,” is on the case. I’m sure he’ll think of something—that is, if the Jihad Virus doesn’t kill him first!

With the new cover in hand and a finished draft of the text (as of last night!), all that remains is to proofread one more time, and then put the whole thing together as a new ebook edition and a paperback version as well.

Timeframe? I’m thinking it will hit the shelves about one month from now. Stay tuned!

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Happy Ishtar, er, Eostre, er, Easter!

IshtarHappy bunny-and-egg day! Whatever you call it, this is a fun day, and a great time of year. Our American manifestation of this ancient and primordial feast day puts the emphasis on fun, as it should. Chocolate bunnies, colored eggs, excited kids, getting outdoors, parades, family get-togethers–all sorts of enjoyment of the season of the renewal of life!

Like many another holiday, this one has a long history. 4,500 years ago, when the pyramids were being built, ancient Egyptians celebrated the bursting-forth of crops from the ground with feasts. To this day, both Coptic Christians and Muslims in Cairo still mark the day, although now they celebrate with dyed hard-boiled eggs and chocolate bunnies. It’s said that it becomes all-but-impossible to find white eggs in the markets, at any price.

I turned up this information while researching my current in-progress novel, The Jihad Virus, in which one of the protagonists is a half-Copt, half-Muslim woman, Jameela Noori. More about her in another post, but right now there’s more to tell about Easter.

The Copts, of course, celebrate the classic Easter, with the death and resurrection of Jesus taking the place of the ancient fertility celebration of pagan times. The Muslims, whose religion frowns on images of martyred prophets, bunnies, or chicks, instead celebrate a day of “taking the air,” or “smelling the breezes,” on which, after feasting on colored eggs, people dress nicely and go out into the fresh spring air for a stroll about the neighborhood. A bit like the Easter Parade, no?

EostreThe Pharaonic origins of the festival are lost, but other cultures have retained some bits and pieces. The image above is of Ishtar, the 4,000 year-old Mesopotamian goddess of fertility. The image at right shows Eostre, the Germanic tribal version of the goddess of springtime and fecundity, with her bunny and birdy helpers.

So there you have it, the originators of today’s celebrations, in their different ethnic guises. Scholars of antiquities still debate the connections, but I rather like it all. Ishtar–Eostre–Easter. Fertility. Rebirth. The celebration is about as universal as it can be.

Pass the egg basket, please. Now, where did I hide that chocolate bunny?

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The Jihad Virus Under Re-Construction

The Jihad Virus coverNext up, another Peyton McKean medical thriller. Actually, this was my first thriller, published ten years ago. I’m revamping it a little to bring the writing style up-to-date and to adjust the timeframe to modern realities like Osama bin Laden’s death and other global changes.

Nonetheless, the story remains the same. Terrorists have crossed the border from Canada into the US, and the only clue is a Customs agent who comes down with smallpox. Not just any old strain of smallpox, mind you, but something new and deadly.

Call in Dr. Peyton McKean, “The Greatest Mind Since Sherlock Holmes.” Maybe he can trace the lethal microbe’s whereabouts and create a vaccine to contain it, before it breaks out into a plague the likes of which have not been seen since the Middle Ages.

I’ve begun a revision of the manuscript in anticipation of releasing the novel as an ebook and paperback sometime within the next several months.

Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, if you’re itching to get your hands on a Peyton McKean thriller, try The Neah Virus, already available in ebook and paperback formats.

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Hatching Alamosaurus–Published!

Alamosaurs!My “Dinosaur Tales” short stories are intended to give readers a wild adventure ride, as well as a close-up look at one or another species of dinosaur. Each new tale (tail?) is its own challenge to write. How do I keep the young hero couple, Kit Daniels and Chase Armstrong, in nearly constant motion, while pausing now and then to just take a look in wonder at the most spectacular creatures the world has ever seen?

Readers who follow Kit and Chase’s misadventures will get the latest update on their budding romance here, and readers who follow dinosaur science will find some brand new ideas about the fabulous Alamosaurus.

This time around, a herd of these long-necked sauropod dinosaurs have started their annual migration to their nesting grounds. Unfortunately, in the 65 million years since they last tried this, our world has changed. There are highways and bridges and towns and people all along their migration path, and that spells trouble for humans and dinosaurs alike.

While the action makes for a fun read, I’m particularly proud of the effort I put into bringing the largest animals ever to walk the earth into clearer focus than most people have ever seen. Take a good look at the cover. Click it for a close-up. It’s an original piece of artwork, as are all the covers of my books and stories. I’m not a particularly talented artist, but after struggling with this one over a period of months, the big beasties are portrayed as they have never been seen before.

Until I wrote about it in this story, and painted it on the cover, no one–not fiction writer, not scientist–had ever portrayed a sauropod settling down on its nest. The conventional thinking was that they were just too big. But when I studied films of elephants as models for the picture, it became clear that even huge animals can lie down gently.

So there you have it. The first-ever images of sauropod parents “nestling” down on their eggs and hatchlings. Inside the pages, readers will watch alamosaurs feeding their newborns with the biggest piles of barf the world has ever seen, and see them defend their babes against predators. Just how efficient a weapon is that long, bullwhip tail, anyway?

But lest you think this is all a long boring science lecture, think again. What happens if you go kayaking alongside these giants in a river? Might any trouble come of that? What if someone were to buzz them on a jet ski?

I won’t spoil the plot by telling you what happens, but here’s a hint–the action is almost non-stop. Kit and Chase have long since learned that there is no way to mix it up with dinosaurs without putting your life on the line. Fortunately for readers’ peace of mind, their dinosaur-management skills have improved greatly. And they don’t scare easily, anymore.

Hatching Alamosaurus is available from all the usual ebook sources. You can find it at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Smashwords, and many more formats.

Note added June 12, 2015: The short story version of “Hatching Alamosaurus” has been incorporated into the full length book, Dinosaur Tales.

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Alamosaurus cover art image

Nesting AlamosaursWhen I set out to create a cover for my new short story, “Hatching Alamosaurus,” I had no idea how things would turn out. Now that the job is finally done, I’m actually quite pleased. These big beasties essentially combine a giraffe’s neck with an elephant’s body and an iguana’s tail, so I developed my portrayal by cutting and pasting photos of those three creatures together to arrive at a composite image of Alamosaurus. By doing so, I think I may have come upon a few new concepts about how these majestic beasts looked and behaved. Click for a closer image and have a detailed look around. While you’re at it, notice the heroes of the story, Kit Daniels and Chase Armstrong, who wisely brought Chase’s tranquilizer-dart rifle as they stroll too close to these temperamental animals.

Every schoolchild learns about long-necked sauropod dinosaurs like brontosaurus, apatosaurus, brachiosaurus, and on and on. Paleontologists have dug up the bones of dozens of species all over the world. Of course, sauropods are extinct now, so scientists are left with only speculations as to how they looked and behaved. And I think they may have gotten a few things wrong.

Sauropod lipsLipless wondersFor instance, compare the giraffe-based head of my Alamosaurus to the view recently painted by Mike Skrepnick of a related species, Abydosaurus. I’m not knocking Mike’s interpretation, with bare rows of teeth and lizard eyes sunk in their sockets. That’s generally the way dinosaur experts have chosen to represent these creatures. But while working with giraffe head images, I realized there was no reason why the dinosaurian equivalent could not have had lips and a tongue with which to nibble tree branches and leaves, and eyes that stick out like giraffe eyes to better see the world around them. So I left those giraffe features on my creatures, and I think they look pretty believable. Again, click for some close-up comparisons.

Here are a couple of interesting facts: fossilized tracks have shown that sauropods traveled in herds of young and old alike; fossilized nests have shown the eggs were laid in double rows in long, narrow foot-scrapes; bone cross-sections have shown the animals grew incredibly fast, reaching giant sizes in just a few years. Beyond that, all is speculation. The prevailing theory is that the nests were covered with sand and left to hatch on their own, following the sea-turtle model. Well, I disagree.

How could baby sauropods grow so fast, unless they were cared for and fed by their parents? So I decided to do what nobody else seems to have done before me–I decided to paint some images of Alamosaurus lying down on its nest to cover and incubate its eggs and babies the way modern birds do.

Careful! Fragile eggs!That’s a tough proposition. Most scientists feel that the largest creatures ever to stride the earth could not possibly have lain down over their nests without either injuring themselves, or crushing their eggs and babies. But I was undaunted.

I found some film of an elephant at a zoo lying down. It was clear that a stupendously big beast was quite capable of settling down gingerly onto the ground. So I used several stop frames of that film, and the bodies and legs you see in the cover painting are of that one elephant in various stages of “getting down.” At the rear-center of the painting, it was walking. At right-rear, it had squatted onto its left thigh. At center, it was gingerly walking its two front feet forward to get its elbows down. At left, it was fully settled on the ground. I simply added a couple of long nests to the scene to complete the depiction of mighty Alamosaurus parents gently covering their nests. And, oh, while I was at it, I put in a row of hatchlings following one mom as she walks along. Rather like ducklings, no?

Finally, the tails of sauropods have been proposed as nasty bullwhip weapons for fending off predators. To get the right effect, I gathered some images of iguana tails and pasted them onto my composite beasts and viola! giraffe-elephant-lizard dinosaurs!

I then hit the publish button on my computer, and the story is already available at Amazon and Smashwords. It ought to show up at all the other ebook sellers in the next week or two. I’ll make a formal announcement soon.

Meanwhile, I’ll leave it to the public, and the dinosaur experts, to decide if they prefer my new model for sauropod looks and doings, or if they prefer the old, bare-toothed, sunken-eyed, baby-abandoning model. It’s not for me to say. But I’ve done my best to give the big beasties a make-over.

I hope you like it.

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The Mario Kart School of Driving

What'sa wronga fo' you?!“Where’d you learn to drive? Mario Kart?”

Freeways are getting worse, have you noticed? There are lots of reasons, but I’ve singled out one particular type of driver for today’s sermon–the “Mario.”

You know this type of driver. What you may not have noticed, is how much of his or her rudeness and rage comes from the primary training ground most kids attend these days: The Mario Kart School of Driving.

Watch kids play their Nintendo games and see if I’m not right. Cutting people off for sport, rushing to get ahead of the other guy, tallying up points for being aggressive. After kids do this for ten years or so, they graduate up to the real thing–and I don’t mean Championship Mario. I mean, your local freeway.

When I’m out there on today’s roads, I see some things I had never noticed before. I’m an older, wise driver. You don’t get a lot past me. I’ve seen every stunt imaginable, all across this nation and in a couple of others.

Hah Ha!Here’s the worst thing Mario-schooled drivers do: when you put on your blinker to change lanes, they SPEED UP to close you off and not let you in. I can recall a time when a blinker caused you to SLOW DOWN, to politely allow that driver to change lanes. Those were the good old days.

In reaction, many drivers just don’t signal, or they signal and swoop into the lane so quickly a Mario driver doesn’t have time to head them off. That makes them a kind of “Mario,” too. And it makes for some downright reckless lane changes.

And don’t think I don’t see you or know what you’re up to, Mario drivers. An old hand like me can see when you floor it to rush up and close the gap, because the hood of your car rises as you accelerate, just as–in the good old days–it would go down slightly as you braked to kindly let me in. So, I know you’re flooring it when you see my signal. That’s why signaling has become, er, optional for some of us, sometimes.

And I won’t even get into what State Patrollers call “zipperheads,” other than to say they move through traffic in the shape of a zipper, changing lanes super-frequently to pass people on the left, then right, then left.

But here’s what I’m saying. It’s not okay. It’s not just a game. Don’t believe me? Here’s a little cautionary tale.

I came on the I-5 freeway entrance at Snoqualmie Pass, with the highway covered in an inch or two of compacted snow and ice, with another inch of fresh snow on top. I accelerated along the on ramp, and as I joined traffic I saw two big semi trucks approaching me from behind. There was plenty of room between them for a safe merge, and I moved smoothly for that point, matching their speed, about 40 mph (remember, it was snowing). The merge would have gone down fine, except the second trucker decided to do a Mario. He hit the gas–and I knew it, because the hood of his truck tractor rose up. He came on like gangbusters, rushing up to close the gap so fast he almost rear-ended the truck in front of him.

Now, at 40 mph on snow and ice, I suddenly had a bit of a problem–staying alive, that is! As the merge lane went away, I had nowhere to go but onto the shoulder, which was piled up with snow. If I had hit the brakes, they probably still would be using the jaws of life to cut me out from under that second truck. But I didn’t panic. I held the wheel smooth and let off the gas and coasted to a slow speed, while the triumphant second trucker roared past.

I got back on the road and went on my way, passing the trucks later with not so much as a hand gesture.

My point is obvious, right? Mario drivers can potentially get people killed, and probably have. I was really shocked that a professional driver like a trucker would do something so juvenile. But there he was: Mario in a Mack.

Anyway. All that said, I’d like to enter a couple of new terms into the modern dictionary:

To “Rush up,” meaning to deliberately accelerate to close a gap another driver wants to lane-change into.

To “Mario” or, to “Do a Mario,” to engage in dangerous driving essentially for the sport of it, as if to win points for getting ahead or cutting the other guy off.

Those are both verbs. Here’s a noun:

“Mario,” defined as the driver who behaves as I’ve described above, playing the highway like a game.

Let me use that last one in a sentence. “Hey Mario! Where’d you learn to drive?”

Finally, here’s some extra credit reading, in which a scientific study showed that people got more prone to violence playing Mario Kart than playing shooter games.

I believe it.

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