“The Fallen” 2/3

This was an exercise in story whiplash. From Eloise and Saras having a pleasant banter to the younger threatening the older. I’m thinking that having Saras off on Mars, with her only real oversight being Kira and Aqua, is a mistake. We all know that Faustina kept all of her children on a short lead and was – and is – very demanding. There’s no real way for Fussy to exercise that kind of power over her granddaughter. And it is starting to show.

Almost finished with the copyedit of “Ice Inundation Intelligence,” so hope to send for a proof copy this weekend. That should point to a commercial release in late September.

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“The Fallen” 2/1

It is a harsh place.  We are becoming a harsh people.” I knew and know that this story will likely be my darkest since “Crosses and Doublecrosses.” I just didn’t think I would get there so soon. Saras takes after her grandmother in several ways. I am older in what I’ve written that family loyalty does not map to liking someone or a caring relationship.

I wonder what we’ll learn in this Part 2?

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“The Fallen” 1/5

This is the conclusion of Part 1. Fussy has just laid it out to Eloise in sort of a “this is your duty” approach, which they knew would be the best route to take, rather than, “that other woman wants you out of the way.”

We meet Saras, not quite eight years old. Demi-human. She is the main character for Part 2, which I’m working on but once again stuck. I’ll figure something out, I’m sure.

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“The Fallen” 1/2

After showing the interpersonal politics between Robert and Nadia, I quickly wanted to show that this is not just a marriage forced on them by their respective rulers. They met, talked, had a (small) chance to say “no.” Any marriage is work; constant day-after-day work. I’ve been at it for over thirty years. No time off for good behavior.

Even a crown prince must defer to their sovereign, so Robert makes a call. At this point in her life (Fussy is fifty now), I think she is a jerk just for jerk’s sake. St Petersburg to Huntsville in a few hours? I wonder how he’ll pull that off…

“I I I” isn’t even out yet and I’m already writing spoilers.

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Book 17. Epilogue. 2/2

This should have been broken into four parts, but the first part of the epilogue was a block, so this one is, too. Enjoy. There are a few places where I couldn’t be bothered to scroll back 200 pages for names, so I used placeholders. That’s what editing is for.

I started this manuscript just over a year ago, with Konev and his scout team at point of the Russian occupation of central Canada. Thus, it is fitting that it end with him, too. But what and end: being debriefed about what happened at the CSIS prison I expected. Writing my way further in, I realized that because of what Reina had learned from rooting around Bob’s mind – and then about the future of Mars – she would want to know everything Konev knew.

And they Ivan speaks up to claim him. I didn’t see and write that until about an hour ago. They always surprise me. It’s a gift, really: “The Adventures of Sergei & Ivan” would make a great novella; it would make a great graphic novel. That boy is made of mischief and I look forward to what trouble they get in (first idea: they travel to Mars and steal that ancient device).

Now comes the hard, sober, part: editing. A multistep process: a complete read thru, shuffling material around, chapter breaks, Grammarly. Then and only then I pass it off to my copyeditor. It’s about 65,000 words, or about 245 pages in a 6″ x 9″ book. A book with no name, still. At least I can reach out to my cover designer in a day or two with the basics of what I’ll want to see. The front will be Konev and Bob, with Eloise between them, all in uniform. What else? Reactionless ships, something evocative of Canada (a can of Molson’s?), Mars. And Cartaphilus.

I’d say I need a break, but we all know I’d be lying. I’ll be writing again within weeks once I get this to my copyeditor. Thanks, everyone, for putting up with this raw MS. Please buy and review the final version once it comes out in a month or two.

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Imaginarium X

tl;dr: Lots of fun, much learned, will go back.

Got in Friday after a 4.5 hour drive. Given I’ve been stuck getting through Cincinnati for hours, no complaint. They put me on the 4th floor; cool! I learned last year the ice makers are only on 2,4,6. Annnd, the one on four didn’t work. Oh, well. I need the exercise. Mix a drink, put proper clothes on, and head down. Everyone is still setting up. Found Holly Phillipe then had to re-find her as the Red Bull Rep seemed to think I worked for the con. So much for nicer clothes. Shortly after ran into Stephen Zimmer, a contract employee of mine. I hear he has something to do with the con, but never figured it out.

Came across Lemur Master right after. He made a quip about @CaptainV from Gab. I commented, “Yeah, too bad he’s not here.” Mr Isenberg pointed over my shoulder. “The guy with the goatee? That’s him.” Well, dang. Introductions all around. After bouncing from table to table, we finally found and founded the new Lemur Throne, becoming the social focus of our little subgroup.

The next day, Friday, started at noon. I hit the “Publicity & Marketing” panel, being older about newsletters and paid reviews. Yes, my ethics are now officially out of date; so, I’m looking at Booksprout. I wanted to go to the “Publishing Options” panel, but ended up back at the Throne, talking about a little bit of everything. @CaptainV, given name Mark, I think, didn’t give me permission to use his surname, so I won’t. While an interesting personal background and sitting on TONNES of story material, he’s one of those people who “just haven’t gotten around to it, yet.” People such as that piss me off and I laid into him, someone who could beat me to a pulp if he wanted. Sorry, I’m sick to death of that BS excuse. One of the reasons we lost the culture war was creators from our side of the river sat on their hands, and muttered, “maybe tomorrow.” I did apologize the next morning but he waved it off. Because he knows I’m right.

My panel, “St. Tay, Pray for Us,” was at 1700. Huge room, I had fifty agendas. Maybe ten showed up. I’m not sure exactly why, but as there was a similar panel the next day at 1245, I suspect that, as we live in a post-Christian, hyper-secular society, the panel name turned or scared people off. I tried to keep things bouncing from panelist to panelist, even inviting early questions from the audience. Something I do not normally do. Back to the room for another drink, or two, then to the Throne.

Saturday at 0900, “Increasing Reviews” was something of a recapitulation of the “Publicity & Marketing” I went to, earlier. I’ve done booktours before but never thought about an audio booktour for the one I have. I’ll fix that. That other AI panel (“it’s an expert system!” I shout into the wilderness, unheeded), had about twice as many. There was a brief misunderstanding about panelist seating and I’d like to go on record that Arlan Andrews is rude AF. I’d not much to say, but toward the end, a Mr Hearn asked a two pronged question about macroeconomic impacts and “where’s this all going?” Allow me to retort! I introduced myself after. A short conversation at the Thone led to a need for more whiskey; turned out, 1) his room was next to mine, and 2) he’s got better taste in whiskey than I do. We started talking stories (I had all sixteen of my books on display) which shaded over into book cover design. Clever chap and I want to stay in touch with clever people.

Up early the next morning, I was exhausted. Unlike my DayJob where I need maybe 1% of my brain, being “full on” and personable was killing me. Also, I didn’t want to get stuck in 2-3 hours of northbound Cincinnati traffic, so I left. Still tired, I had to stop at a rest area just north of that city and take a nap. Even so, within less than a mile to go, I fell asleep again, this time while in a roundabout, but for only a split second. Went home, played with the dogs, at was in bed by 1930.

In hindsight, I should have recorded those free-wheeling conversations at the Throne. We likely covered more material in those hours than any ten panels. Perhaps “Insights from the Lemur Throne” will be a panel next year? And, yes, I’ll be going back.

Deus vult.

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Book 17. Epilogue. 1/2

Part one of two of the story’s end. This wraps up Bob’s side of things. I’m edging out of “hard SF” here, but that’s okay. Their world is Changed and we know a helluva lot less about ours than we think we do.

Off to Imaginarium in an hour. Four to six hour drive, depending on weather and traffic. Nothing on the schedule tonight, so I’ll see what I can do for Konev’s wrap up. Obviously, Reina will be there. She’s always there.

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