Took Daughter #1 off to college yesterday. A mere two hours away. Still: someone who has been in my home everyday (yes, yes… field trips, sleep-overs…) for the past seventeen years suddenly… isn’t.
It’s a hollow silence; a fake peace. Much of her stuff is still in her room and bathroom. Her dog – who is now de facto our dog – goes from window to window with sighs. This, coming on the heels of the raw close of “Crosses & Doublecrosses” was enough to make a special trip to the liquor store for some summer gin. I drink a little to write; I drink a lot to make this world go away.
As I always quote: “you can get used to hanging if you hang long enough,” so too will the ache of her relocation pass. Time, after all, wounds all heals. In the interim, unable to write, I took some assessment of my collexion of short stories from MachCiv. Of those I can use (not in someone else’s sandbox), there are six, totaling 20.6k words. One of them, the story of how Arpad and Lily meet, fell in love, get married, is currently 11k but I need to add at least 8k to complete it. Emma’s story will need to be doubled or cut. And, there is at least one if not two more in mind: when sergeant John Brunelli from both of Nichole 5’s books comes to Japan as an old man to fulfill his promise to see her again; that, and a short about the machine Ninon, who you will meet in “C&DC”… who loves to fly to the stars.
That gives me one book that’s – hopefully! – less than a month from publication. Another raw manuscript complete that should be out by Thanksgiving or Christmas. And a collexion of Machine Civilization shorts (with commentary before each!) sometime mid to late winter 2020.
“Doin’s better than thinkin’.”
After this, a few editing passes and then I’ll toss it into the lap of my copyeditor. I wonder if she’ll want to do business with me after this. I wouldn’t.
Continue reading “Crosses & Doublecrosses: Epilogue”
As this is a novella, and the main character is now dead, it is time to wrap this up. Aside: my cover designer showed me his idea of Faustina from “Worlds Without End;” while she might be a little rough around the edges and holding two rifles, he did include a “cute” feature I’d not seen. I ret-conned it into the manuscript. But this was the important thing: unlike “CDC,” for just a flash of light, I was back in a happy book with relatively pleasant people; not this miasma of political terror and betrayal.
There is an epilogue to this; Barrett’s resurrection, as it were. I have seen it and it’s even shorter. Looks as if the entire novella will be about 35-36k words. I don’t care. While there is much editing to do, I am leaving this and not coming back. I’m also off DayJob tomorrow so should have the last piece complete then. If my next novel consists of nothing but unicorns shitting Skittles, so be it.
Continue reading “Death Ship”
Had to go into work today even though it is not my scheduled weekend. So this fits my mood right now.
I won’t get a day off until Wednesday. I’ll aim for finishing Part Three then.
Continue reading “Bad End, 2/2”
The rough of Part Two of “Crosses & Doublecrosses” is complete. I’ve worked ahead to fix some contextual errors in the relatively small Part Three. Much like Jackson’s “Return of the King,” part 3 consists of a series of endings: lives, a person, a life.
Besides that, I’m aware that waaay back in the start of Part One my timing/dating is completely off: Sylvia and her sister Roberta arrive in Dallas as the Breakup is unfolding in the US just then. They shortly get summoned to ExComm HQ in Austin. From what already exists in my novels of Machine Civilization, that doesn’t work: it was at least three months before Clive Barrett left Japan for the US to find his eldest daughter in Ohio. That, also, would be at least three more months. Then his travel to Texas and the formation of ExComm. Minimum eight months; maximum twelve, total. Let’s split the difference and call it ten. So: why, ten months into the collapse of the US, did Sylvia and Roberta fly from the relative safety of their extended family in upper-class Manila into an effective warzone in Dallas, Texas?
No clue. Hope they show me.
Continue reading “Bad End, 1/2”
The penultimate piece of Sylvia’s puzzle in which the reader also has a glimpse of the heart of what she and Thaad are plotting to do to free Texas from Barrett’s terror organization. Assuming Thaad is really on her side…
4600 words in two days. Not bad at all.
Continue reading “The Hill”