I have a small, local Author Fair coming up on 9 November. What if, I wondered, I not only had “Worlds Without End” finished – in less than ten day from now – but what if I also had “Crosses & Doublecrosses,” the third novel I began but set aside over three years ago as 1) I was not old enough to write it, and 2) it is a god-awful story I hated living in, complete? Is that possible?
I just completed the basic MS. Grammarly is chewing through it in the the background while I write this. I have reached out to my current cover designer to sound him on this; that will likely be the determining factor.
Still… I would be something: a novel and novella, 100k words, all commercially out in less than six weeks. Irrational deadline drive me; can I make this one?
Below the fold is the last thing I wrote for C&DC: its Prologue. There’s closure for you.
Continue reading “Accelerationism”
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”
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”
Over the past ten days, even with the confusion and uncertainty of new DayJob, I have kept at writing… to the point where I wrote myself to a point I did not want to be: it was if I was going to have to write some spy-adventure novel that would have 13-year old Gary trying to track late 20’s Ryan Gannt across most of Eurasia…
I waited, thought, and drank. Yesterday, drunk, I found a way out: subcontracting. What’s below the fold is a glimpse of that… the negotiations with tribe Mendrovovitch to find and ‘control’ Ryan Gannt before he genocides the machines. That will allow me to keep the lens on Gary and Henge, where it belongs.
I think, think, mind you, that the end of Part One of WWE is within my grasp. If they let me see, I should know more by the weekend.
Continue reading “Inbox/Outbox”
And now, having been given a glimpse of the beginning of ‘Crosses & Doublecrosses,’ and now the end of it, you might understand why I really never wanted to write the 60k words in between. Awful people.
Easter Egg in the Open: give me five LIKES and I’ll post the coda.
One week of Lent left! What to write about now?
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (end)”
Things coming together nicely. DayJob is better for the next week as my boss is on vacation. With that mental pressure off I thought about writing through the weekend, but recalled I must get my submission for a new cover up on 99designs; that’s a week overdue.
I realize I’m lecturing a little bit but at this point in his life, Barrett has no one else to talk to. His daughter, Lily, mentions that in passing in ‘The Fourth Law’: “Had her father lost all of his friends?”
A pyramid of human skulls is little comfort in your old age.
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (pt.4)”
Five parts. One for each day this week. That’s what I’m going to hold this to… All of this is way, way too close to home.
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (pt.3)”
These installments are a little shorter. As I said yesterday, it’s not as if I enjoy hanging around these people. Off to do a little research into the energy output of a 1m x 6m tungsten alloy rod touching down at 10 miles/sec.
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship (pt.2)”
If this short from my never-completed ‘Crosses & Doublecrosses’ represents part of Chapter One, what I’m doing here is from the last chapter. Don’t worry about ‘spoilers!’ or anything like that: the events of ‘Death Ship’ are broadly telegraphed in my first novel, ‘The Fourth Law.’ Don’t even fret over knowing Sylvia’s dead; I actually shoot her in the prologue. How’s that for “starting your story in the middle”?
One of the reasons – and there were several – that I abandoned C&DC was the sheer awfulness of it all: the characters, the situations, the settings. Writing about misery made me miserable. Getting ready for Holy Week next week, how about a story rich in death, betrayal, and crucifixions…?
Continue reading “MachCiv Dreams – Death Ship”