Mina Witteman – author | editor | teacher of creative writing

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Daily Distraction: DARK FIBER – a serial thriller

Posted on June 20, 2014

digital data flow through optical wire

Don’t worry! I’m not going all technical on you, but I am an author closely connected to the nether regions of the Internet and sometimes I get my inspiration from something as mundane as a dark fiber.

What is dark fiber? I hear you ask.

Actually, it’s two things and I’ll give you the – more or less – technical one first: Dark fiber is unused optical fiber that has been laid but is not currently being used in fiber-optic communications, like the Internet. Because fiber-optic cable transmits information in the form of light pulses, a dark cable refers to one through which light pulses are not – yet – being transmitted. There are millions of miles of dark fiber across the world, waiting to be lighted and used to bring us cable TV, telephone or the Internet.

Now my definition of dark fiber:

DARK FIBER is a techno thriller, set in the heart of the Internet where techies control our lives, where we are tapped and peeped at, and where our every move is watched by secret services and by Internet companies, but also by individuals who know their way round in the catacombs of the Internet. One of those techies is Matt Turing, who has his own reasons to zap off the map. Matt has laid the dark fiber for his plan to disappear and all he needs is a numbskull to light it. Jonathan Groen, a former journalist-trainee-turned-bum, seems the perfect dufus and Matt worms his way into Jonathan’s life like a virus, deleting him bit by bit.
But Matt’s machinations wake Jonathan from his lethargy, rekindling his journalistic instincts. Jonathan dives into Matt’s past and presence, determined to find out the truth, and only time will tell if he is fast enough to save his own life.

So, what’s the deal?

I will give you this gruesome story in a feuilleton. From now on you can distract yourself daily with DARK FIBER. Stay tuned for the first episode, which will air tomorrow…

Literary Death Match

Posted on November 15, 2011

Two more weeks to go before the second Amsterdam Literary Death Match. You know the drill: 4 writers, 3 judges, 2 rounds and 1 epic finale. I know who I will vote for: Fantasy-fictionista Mina Witteman, author of The Soul Snatcher, The Weed Man and Dark Fiber. Hey? That’s me! Right, it is me! Unveiling just a shred of my strategy to win (and those who know me know that I’m merciless if it comes to winning)… I will be reading from my new and burning YA thriller THE WEED MAN. Prepare for a scare, people! The smell of weed and the stink of burning flesh will linger for a long, long while in the great Old West. Buy your tickets now and let…

Trip, slip or be pushed to death?

Posted on June 8, 2011

Sicily. An island with a rich history, not in the least because of that one mountain that dominates it: Etna. The Arabs named it the Mountain of Fire and word goes that Zeus trapped the deadly monster Typhon underneath it. It’s easy to imagine the father of all monsters lurking below the surface of the Etna, you only have to stick your hand in one of those fuming crevices and you know he’s there, the last son of Gaia who set out to destroy Zeus. He almost got the job done, ripping out Zeus’ sinews in their first battle. But Zeus struck back, like a true ruler of the Gods should, and threw Mount Etna on him, trapping him to all eternity. Or not……

The Long Wait

Posted on January 30, 2011

It’s been a while, people, I know. It was hard work, finishing the Dark Fiber revision and it didn’t leave much room for anything else, but last Monday I hit those six keys I’m so fond of, the ones that give me that TGIF feeling: THE END. Dark Fiber is done and I’m very happy with the result. Now starts the long wait until my agent has read the new version and comes with his verdict. Waiting is a constant in the life of a writer. We wait a good deal of our time and most of us have learned to live with it. Some waiting bouts are worse than others, though. The most agonizing one is when you wait for a positive reply to a query.…

What inspires me?

Posted on December 21, 2010

Sitting at my desk, trying to fight an ‘Oh god, will I ever be done with this manuscript?’-feeling, I searched for inspiration. I am in desperate need for a spark that will not only my light DARK FIBER, but my mind and my writing. It doesn’t have to be much, just a teeny weeny spark will suffice. You would say that the lady in white, that beautiful snow-covered oldie outside we call Amsterdam, would be enough to get me back on track, but it’s not. Not today. What else is there to inspire me? Fiddling around at my desk, I stumbled upon a picture from way back. It’s a photo of the Ricciotti Ensemble and it features one of my two dearests. He played…

Revisions

Posted on December 13, 2010

What is it with revisions that they tend to make a writer’s life harder and at the same time light as snow? I am working on the revision of DARK FIBER or TURING’S DECEIT –still haven’t decided on the title– and it goes well. I do the revision in my own well-tried and proven way. I open the manuscript and place it on the left side of my screen. I open an immaculate document right next to it, which I title REVISION. Next I simply start writing from the very beginning. I retype the entire manuscript and along the way I rewrite and rethink, I change and tweak and kill some of my dearest darlings –some of the life one’s as well I must…

Brothers

Posted on December 2, 2010

When I looked out of the window this morning and saw cold and wintery Amsterdam, I couldn’t help but think of Hodur, the Nordic God of Winter, the one who was tricked by Loki into killing his brother Baldur. Hodur was blind and it dawned upon me how apt this was for the God of Winter. Snow and mist do diminish your sight. I tried to locate the Westertoren, as I always do when I start my day. You live in Amsterdam if you can see the Westertoren from your window, real Amsterdammers say. I know it’s right there, behind the tree, just a notch left from the tallest building on the other side of the canal. But… I couldn’t find it. It vanished,…