Author: Clayton Barnett

Former engineer, current husband and father, layabout Pharmacy Technician, aspiring writer.

B17. Part Three. 21

It’s Friday, even if I have to go into DayJob for a few hours tomorrow, so a shorter entry. I’m hoping to write the conclusion of Part Three either today or today and tomorrow. I’d been stumped as to how Aurie was going to mess with Eloise’s mind; demis can do a lot, but they aren’t Machines who can rewrite your memories, as when Reina gifted Allen Rupert warship design.

The Canadian CSIS sounds as corrupt as our current three-letter agencies. Democracy leads to socialism which demands state terror.

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Book 17. Part Three. 20

From the odd interaction with Ninon, and Ai, Eloise is now thrust back into international politics. And her commanding general does not seem pleased.

Part Three shall end with Eloise going north. Plane? Scout saucer? Don’t know yet. Boy, am I going to have to edit and restructure the hell out of this MS.

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Book 17. Part Three. 19

Eloise recovers but, again, being human, cannot recall everything from the first time she was in a construct and thus is a little confused. Recognizing her stress, Ai sends her back.

Speaking of, I’m working on what happens, first to El’s flight north, its interception (I think), then her incarceration. Given the structural nature of this MS so far, I foresee a little segment with Bob Hardt, then a conclusion – of a sort – with us back with Sgt. Konev (remember him?).

My copyeditor will likely too busy with Imaginarium to get to this before July. I also need to start thinking about front/back covers to give my amazing cover designer some direxion.

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Book 17. Part Three. 18

For my loyal, book-buying readers, this is not Ninon’s first speaking role. We’ve seen her twice in two other books but she has a role to play in my novella. She is a Machine very interesting in finding more of her own kind in the stars; but, every now and then, a human’s plight seems to tug something of the the fourth law in her.

After my blitz on Sunday, I’ve enough for posts this week. I saw an odd image yesterday and it is compelling me to write a story around it. A story about a world already over.

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Book 17. Part Three. 17

I wrote about half of this on Saturday and once again ground to a halt. I went to Mass extra early Sunday morning to first pray then open my mind. About 2500 words poured in.

I also – finally! – realized the way of my stupid “six month” box I’d built for myself. As you’re read here, I was wondering what will Eloise be doing for five of those months? And then it hit me, like a two-ton heavy thing, why six months? That was just a completely arbitrary time for how long Robert and Kali were gone. I still want him gone awhile, for reasons, but now it’s closer to three months. That I can work with.

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Book 17. Part Three. 16

There, of course, isn’t going to be a war. They will talk this out. I just don’t know how, yet. We get a glimpse again of demi-human power: while Aurie spoke with these two, part of her mind was with two more. It’ll be interesting if, as a Catholic, she thinks she needs to go to Confession for her diplomacy. We also remind the readers that Texas, while not a Great Power, holds some high cards, too.

There will be another pause as I need to get the next overall scene just so and get the camera back onto Eloise. I may have an idea about what to do with the months I need before she’s arrested. Further, driving home today, I realized I might completely restructure what y’all have been reading. The whole thing, from Sgt. Konev, on. It will make the book three parts instead of four and provide a landing for me around 65,000 words. I think. I never start that kind of major editing until I know I’m finished.

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Book 17. Part Three. 15

“That’s no moon; that’s a space station!”

I know from one of my other books that the Texians have fission and fusion weapons in their possession, so Aurie cannot be too big an asshole to them. And they are still detaining Livia Hartmann. Re that: Eloise gets a slap to the head about how the imperial family thinks.

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Book 17. Part Three. 14

Much RealLife in the last few days. This five-hours, six-days per week is not at all helpful.

Glad that I waited, though. My first glance at this scene had the three women meeting the train. I realized that, like kudzu, Aurie was growing to take over Part Three, a part supposedly focused on Eloise. So, I have her and Colour away from the meeting, unable to hear what’s going on. They get to know each other and the Regent just a little better.

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Book 17. Part Three. 13

Getting things back on track. What? You thought I would listen in to three girls gossiping? On the first hand, that’s rude; on the second hand, it’s boring. On the gripping hand Aurie would kill me.

So, it’s the next day. A little exercise before Aurie meets with the Texas Secretary of State. Who will be mad as a hornet about the blockade.

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