TEARS IN RAIN 2049 – 20:49 20/10


The full eBook will be posted here for free on .PDF (and ePub) at 20:49 on 20/10.

A sequel five years in the making. Alongside a sequel thirty-five years in the making.

It follows several strands: a very personal thorough look at my relationship with Blade Runner, new analyses and thoughts on the film, a review of my 2012 book and an attempt to contextualise, and also a comprehensive review of Blade Runner 2049.

I always keep my promises. Eventually.

I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.


No time to talk. Under a landfill of work. Yet here I am telling anyone out there still reading my blog that I am both still alive and writing things.

I’m working on two novels. Yes two. No, wait. Maybe four. A lot more actually. But I am working on them. Along with writing scripts and doing my undergraduate work. Things are incredibly hectic. Here are the things I’m publicly working on, in order of priority.

Towards A World Unknown
Two lone astronauts on the edge of the Solar System wage psychological warfare against an insane A.I to save humanity.

A charismatic billionaire embarks on a vanity cloning project but finds himself cornered by a vision of the past.

A middle-aged history professor discovers that he can time travel into the minds of ancient warriors by consuming a vegetable.

The Big Nothing
With six hours left, astronaut Neville Hartwell reveals his tragic lifestory against the backdrop of the universe.

Habits of the Citizen
A legal thriller/historical fiction set during the bizarre 1942 Supreme Court case Wickard v. Filburn.

Some of these projects can be found on my inkshares profile. I’ll be adding more chapters later next month.

I expect to have Towards A World Unknown slowly drip-fed out until a genuine full release by late Summer next year, then shortly followed by Split. The rest will have to wait. But I am enjoying writing. Although work and life and everything else is incredibly draining.

The next post here will likely end up being a summary of my 2015.

I’m going back to writing now.

Decide on my next novel

I wrote Trimalchio about two years ago and ever since then I’ve been experimenting with screenplays and playwright nonsense. Did some poems and some drafts of some other stuff. Except I’ve not put out anything substantial writing-wise since then. Maybe I should apologize for that but, you know, I’ve been kind of busy. But since those two years I have had the time to write a few things and have been transfixed on quite a few ideas. There’s a problem though in that I can’t settle on what to do next. See, I’m quite a way into three novels. Yes, novels. I’m doing one of those things again.

So I need your help in deciding which one to continue on and finish with. This will likely take up the bulk of a year or probably more. Actually, yeah, probably just a bit more. But I need to settle on a story to write and rewrite. So here are the three stories that have been turning over my head the most. And attached is a sample chapter or prologue for each of them. Read them all or just one of them or none at all, there’s some blurbs below if you can’t be bothered. There’s a poll at the end of this post so just vote for whichever one you like the best. I’ll have a look at the results in two weeks or something.

Forgive the mistakes of grammar, spelling and otherwise. The final versions of the chapters below will be much more well polished. Consider the genre, themes, characters and the general ‘feel’ of the stories.


Drifting out of the Solar System, Noah Frost and Sydney Kim must pluck together impossible courage to steer mankind through centuries of sleep. They share their dreams with Charles Osgood Frederickson, an ancient mind in control of the ship Theseus, aiding them to glide humanity out of extinction. Yet in the blurring image of the Earth they once knew, the last two humans will have to wrestle with impossible dreams and wage psychological warfare against an insane computer program in order to save everything they know.

Towards A World Unknown – Sample Chapter


A lone wanderer walks into his hundredth year to find his face still young. One forgotten young boy grows aged and bitter, with dynamite anger stirring inside him. When these two collide, continents will shift and gods will fall from the sky. Alongside, two young boys must come face to face with the realities of heroism, and must harness unusual abilities to fight back against the stir of the shadows. An existential twist on the superhero genre.

Train – Sample Prologue


A charismatic billionaire embarks on the ultimate vanity project but finds himself cornered by a vision of himself. Amidst identity crisis and self-destruction, he must pick up the pieces of his past to recover exactly who he is.

Split – Sample Chapter

On Mark

Writing is hard. I mean, yeah, it’s cushy and fun and I shouldn’t complain as a young white male about anything in my life. But it is hard though. A long time ago I finally got around to writing a novel and it went pretty well and I enjoyed it and a lot of ‘myself’ aged whatever was put into it. I’ve been told it’s pretty fun and the whole rhythm, patterns and humour that came from the character Mark was something I enjoyed writing. The whole affair a meta-inter-textual literary romp through romantic tropes and half-assed jokes. In the end, I’m still proud that I told a consistent story with actual characterization, but I’m a bit sick of white males dealing with white male problems in stories. At least he should deal with something interesting like an intergalactic war or superpowers that make him a timebomb or a world full of dead Presidents. Trimalchio, though, was once a one-off and then it became a stamp. I intended, at one point, to take Mark forward along with myself.

I planned to write a sequel called Under the Red, White & Blue after Fitzgerald’s other other title for The Great Gatsby but this time without so much allusion to Carraway’s lust for some rich guy. Broadway & Beyond was even hinting at it. As you’ll find out, Mark is gone now. I believe a lot in the fact that the author is dead and he/she shouldn’t really know what happens to his/her characters after stories, and that he/she isn’t really the authority of ‘meaning’ even in their own work. But that’s just me being me.

But I did intend to take Mark into a whole rut of writer’s block. The characters of Melanie, Nick and the other ‘Trimalchio’ cast would end up as singletons spread throughout the globe with the play as a roaring failure in the eyes of the Tony awards and the wider audiences. Frankie and Gerry would break up, with Mark estranged from both of them. Nelson, the sort-of-not-really antagonist of Trimalchio would string Mark into a sea of book deals and playwright contracts, before concrete writer’s block breaks him and takes us to the events of Under the Red, White & Blue.

So much more carries on in my notes, and so much of it has been dropped and reshaped. I intended for it to be two narratives side by side, with them meeting by the way of dreams and writings. Nick Carraway would turn up, forlorn and looking for purpose, into the harbors of Havana, whilst Mark would lock himself in a hotel room but find himself wandering the town, bumping into old people, stories and young women, with one of them, a Canadian college drop-out on the run from her parents, leading him into a sense of hope and belonging. I then dropped the Carraway B-story and had Mark writing Furnished Souls inside the story, which was to be my own novella of The Great Gatsby set from the POV of Michaelis. I then dropped that and made Furnished Souls into a two line joke. I then dropped- and you get the picture. Under the Red, White & Blue was to tell the story of Mark trying to find his project, to find his purpose, and rediscover what is truly magical about writing, creativity and the whole fruits of life, all ending in the beginnings of a genuine love story.

It was a happy ending, ending on the note that Mark wanted to write something more serious, with all of the personal fused with the wider world he had encountered. Frankie would rear his head, calling out of the blue and invite Mark to Thanksgiving, alongside his ‘friend, nothing more’ of Gerry. Melanie would post engagement pictures and Mark would still see pieces of his one-time-love on the internet, after attending her wedding and running away from its own ending. But it would end happily. With two people holding hands.

I even planned for another story, Among Ash Heaps, told Hangover type style as Mark, awoken in a tuxedo on a Central Park bench, tries to play detective with his own life and find out about the night of his 29th birthday and the drunken disaster that he made it into. It would even end in the Newark Theatre, where the bulk of Trimalchio took place. He’d be holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a ringing phone in the other.

See, I stopped writing Mark not out of losing his voice but out of realizing that he was a part of my past. He was forged within a very vulnerable period of my life and that’s okay. He was a fun distraction, something to pour my worth into, but I’m much better now and I’ve grown up a bit. The humour, vocabulary and all sorts of things that were ‘in’ Mark will crop up again, as it’s my very writing style. Mark won’t, however, because those works are a bit too indulgent for me right now. I just wanted to share where I would’ve taken his story, in case you cared about him as a character.

I do want to write more serious ventures, but I also want to write more seriously. This doesn’t mean abandoning the jokes or monologues, but it does mean changing a few things round here. I won’t be announcing things off the cuff and then writing a giant few page spread about why it’s cancelled or delayed. Things will be said to be in the making when they’re mostly done. Concrete release thingies will be with them. I may play around with Mark in the future, I may finish Tears In Rain 2 (which is the exception to this new rule – I haven’t done the bulk of it but it will be finished) and I fully intend to write all sorts of new fancy things and perhaps some surprises. The future is bright.

Mark is, for the most part, finished for me though. His story was once mine but now it’s his. His future is whatever you want it to be. He is not my protagonist or really ‘my property’ (he is my intellectual property though so don’t sell my novel or its pieces or I will find Charles Dance and make him Tywin Lannister all over your face). I’m Nathan Hardisty and I’m a writer. I intend to entertain you, beguile you and maybe learn you good a few things.


In which I fail

After Killer Looks I had to take a good look at what I’d done. I’d cut a lot out, a lot of it was just poor, and I’d ended up with a healthy sixty page salute to American Psycho. I’m happy with what I did with Killer Looks, but realize it could be beefier. This is when I realized my ‘write four books in four months’ Summer mantra wasn’t going to pay off.

With creative difficulties and timing issues, I’ve decided to cancel work on my novel Train until next year or so. Or maybe never, I don’t know. Tears In Rain 2 will still happen for September-ish, and Up, Down, Left, Right will reach its finale come August 3rd.

I’m sorry. My life’s about to get a lot busier so these inconsistent updates might become a ‘feature’ of Blogossus. After Tears 2 it’ll be full frontal fiction for Blogossus. Pretty much.