It’s interesting, how the media portrays everyone as ‘having a novel in them’, waiting to be written. I don’t think so. Most people are content to read. Why? If you’ve ever written a book, or even started to write a book, you know.
Writing a book is hard.
It doesn’t matter if you have the perfect plot, and the perfect setting, and amazing life-like characters all mapped out in your head. Go ahead, type it out. Be warned, this will consume your life, and if you find yourself finishing this first novel and loving the process, even through the torture that comes with it – you are in it for life. One book is never enough. You must write.
So, here I am, telling you how difficult it is. Writing is a job. If you can’t commit to it, it won’t commit to you. That might sound silly now, but it’s a real thing.
I’ve written 4 novels that I felt were good enough to publish, and I did it independently. I’d never sell my rights to them, and publishing houses don’t really have that much to offer authors unless you are an established ‘big name’ in something. Save yourself years of rejection, and do it yourself. It’s oddly satisfying. Also, I don’t claim to be an expert, these are all just my personal opinions.
One of the several novels I have in various states of progress is 35,000 words along, and my brain, which apparently loves intricate plots, decides the main idea is a bit stale and boring. Great. Then my brain spews out all the interwoven sub-plots and twists, which involve me going back 35,000 words to rewrite the thing.
Now, there are some great scenes in this, and I’m keeping them. I just have to . . . readjust. Just. (I have a file of words to replace or delete, and that is the first one on it. More about that in a future post.)
The most difficult part of this, for me, is Word Count. I worry entire too much about it. Is the book too short? Should it just be a novella? Why do I think I can do this? Guess what – the story is done when the story is done. I should know this by now.
So, about Tau Scorpii. I hope to have it ready in the first half of 2020. (My life is in a massive transition right now, and has been for the past two years. I hope that evens out in the first half of 2020 also.) This is going to be a fun adventure across the desert of a distant world, by humans that have been transplanted there. They don’t really know what they’re doing, but being human, they have to go off and mess with things they shouldn’t.
This is one of my favorite scenes, and I’m keeping it. Also, it might change a bit, but not so much. Here, Skye, a mercenary with the clan Alles Aran, is having an argument with Taryn (Shaye), a scholar of the clan Serae Alles. Many years earlier, when Taryn was a child, Skye had been a warlord for her father, a clan chieftan. Each of them believed the other was dead after a siege on the city, and moved on to new lives. A chance encounter reunites them, despite the fact their clans are not friendly. (Things get complicated after this! I told you, I love to plot.)
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“I don’t see you as Shaye, I’ve tried and I can’t. I know that’s who you were, but not for me,” Skye explained, as if she were a child still.
“You never changed your name.”
“No one was looking for stray warriors from Tycho Alles. Ianto had distant blood kin in a ruling family, and you as far as we know, were the only two related to any of the Patrons.”
“It doesn’t matter now.” She was walking close enough beside him, her hand brushed his every few steps.
“Skye, let it go.”
He cut in front of her, making her stop. “Say that again,” he leaned close, challenging her.
She didn’t waver. “Let it go. There’s nothing you can do to change it.” Then she fiddled with the collar of his dusty jacket, pretending to straighten it. Neither of them blinked. Taryn pulled him forward and kissed him, brushing her lips over his for a few lingering moments. “I know you were a good man. Show me who you are now.”
“You might not like who I am now.”
“I was going to say the same thing. I’m not your princess,” Taryn used a childhood fairy tale to make her point.
Skye had been read the same stories when he was young. “I’m not your knight in shining armor.” It was a stare-down, and for a few moments, he didn’t know if she was going to kiss him again, or slap him. Both would have the same effect. “This isn’t over, it’s not even started yet.”
“That was my intention.”
“Do not trifle with me,” he growled.
“I don’t ‘trifle’ with men.” Taryn didn’t budge, having learned to stand her ground a long time ago.
“I don’t play easy.”
“You don’t scare me, Skye.”
He believed her. At the same time, he knew they were attracting stares. “We’ll continue this conversation, in private, damned soon.”
“Good. Now that we have that straightened out, let’s get to Freeport. I think you’ll be able to appreciate what we’ve done there.”
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So, clans Alles and Serae don’t like each other. Add to that, the self-appointed leader of the largest city in five territories has decided to send them off across the alien desert in search of an unspeakable treasure – proof that human cities exist, and that SolTerra isn’t merely a myth. The problem, other than the constant conflict among each other, is the real possibility that the weather is changing on their world.
When Taryn rescues another human from a marauding band of Caeruleum, she is reunited with clansmen from her past. It puts her at odds with their new chieftan, as well as her own partner, a powerful privateer. They discover, there are more imminent problems, ones they cannot control, and must unite to survive. Easier said than done, when each of them are strong-willed, intense, and have their own plans to set in motion.
Sedna is home to hundreds predatory alien species. Humans are one of them. They’ve been there long enough to adapt, but not so long that all of them have forgotten, it’s not their world. The weather is changing. Humans are no longer at the top of the food chain.
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