I wrote much of this last night on bottle #2. After Mass this morning and a few household chores I returned to it. It stank. Deleted and re-wrote the second half of the dream sequence then was surprised that it was Dorina on the phone and not Thaad. These machines are like kudzu: cropping up everywhere you least expect them.
The next day Sylvia has her first full day at her office job. I know you guys CANNOT WAIT for that dramatic installment… And for the person who sent me the question: no, she and Jones do not have a relationship. I think.
Continue reading “Euphoria”
We start to learn a little more about the man who built ExComm: Clive Barrett. My mental model for him is a cross between Felicks Dzerzhinsky and James Jesus Angleton. NOT a healthy combination!
I had planned a slightly surreal soliliquy by Barrett about what-all he’s trying to accomplish with ExComm but it simply would not fit: the man is too much a monster and the words didn’t work in his mouth. I’ve already about 800 words after this scene and once I see Sylvia back to her flat I think things are going to take a turn for the surreal. That’s fine; I have never gone fully surreal and I like to push my own limits with each new book.
But for now, here’s Sylvia talking FTF with her boss. Cheerio.
Continue reading “Hide and Seek”
My characters are almost always on the move: going hither and yon. Is that because I’m a rather sedentary person? I’m usually sitting to read, write, or watch an anime or movie. When I was young, even into college, I enjoyed going for drives, just to see what was over the next hill.
When did I lose that? And why?
Below the fold, Sylvia gets a summons and receives some startling news. I’m wondering when the plot will show up…
Continue reading “A Punitive Lesson”
As what’s left of the US celebrates so-called Independence Day (Virginia’s motion on independence was approved on July 2nd; the Declaration was adopted by Congress on July 4th) I spend my time alone writing about the Breakup and the new Republic of Texas. And the horrible steps being taking to make sure that new state survives its difficult birth.
Below the fold, I practice a style of writing called “letter writing.” Very popular in the late 19th Century and mildly successful in the 20th. Colleen McCoullough made great use of it in the first two books of her Masters of Rome series, which sold about a billion copies. Who am I to argue with what works?
I suspect WordPress formatting will bugger this up to a large degree, but I’ll do what I can. Happy Declaration Adoption Day!
Continue reading “A New Republic”
I’m sure there’s a word for something like that. I’ll shoehorn this intro-short into the front of WWE somehow…
I’ll have a little banner across the top front cover that says “A sequel to Echoes of Family Lost” and include the same in the descriptor of the Amazon page. If someone wants to buy it anyway – and Lord knows I bought dozens of SF/F books as a kid, not knowing they were halfway through a series – then what’s below the fold should give them enough traxion to get into the story.
Need a good copyeditor? Monica is your gal.
Continue reading “Pro-prologue”
Wife and family are off ten days on a vacation: the perfect time to write! I got up at 0800 Saturday…
Breakfast. Pay some bills. Sort some investment reports. Start first laundry. Put dishes in dishwasher; clear around sink. Go for walk. Drive to mother-in-law’s house to feed/water her parakeet. Come home to start loads of towels. Write a blog post about not writing.
And it’s not at if I’ve nothing to write about: last night I jotted down several ideas for Part Two of “Crosses and Doublecrosses”. More importantly, my copyeditor gave me the suggestion that, as my soon to be released “Worlds Without End” is a ten-year-on sequel of “Echoes of Family Lost,” for anyone who hasn’t read the first I should include a preface and cast of characters. That seemed pretentious to me so instead I saw a Prologue where, just about to turn 13, Gary is assigned an essay by his Brotherhood: to reflect upon his family. In that reflection I will be able to re-introduce the characters from EoFL.
Dammit. Except for another load of towels, I have no more excuses. Guess I’ll do that now…
A drive from the Dallas area toward Austin. A chance for Roberta to sleep and Sylvia – and the readers – to find out just what the hell is going on…
Continue reading “Going South”