So far, the novel (actually, as they all do) has a life of its own. When I sit down to write each day to get my one thousand word minimum, it takes me places I did not know it was going to go! There’s something about that which intrigues me. The idea that stories have a life of their own. As I start to write, I look at the piece of gaffer’s tape on the bottom of the screen that says, “I don’t know what happens next.” That’s because I don’t. I don’t know what they will do or with who (or what.) It’s like reading a really interesting book but being forced to pace yourself. You don’t want to get so far ahead that you run the well dry.
Or burnout.
I’m on chapter three. Errors in Humanity has chapter names the same way as the Mongruxx series does. Fun, interesting names. The creature above in the title image. That’s from Chapter 2, “I don’t belong here.” The imagery really does help and gives me so many ideas, I don’t know if I’ll have enough time in this life to write them all. But I will damn sure try, compadre.
Of that, you can be sure.
So, I’m ahead of schedule and looking forward to getting Quistavera – The Edge of Nowhere back from the editor and published. She is scheduled to start on June the third. Sara Kelly is my editor. She has edited all of my books. Does a damn good job as well.
It’s nice to work with the same person each time.
I plan to keep her busy by pushing out two books a year. That means I stick to my schedule (I am currently ahead!) each day, rain or shine. It kind of blows my mind that this is the eighth book I am writing. Write what you want to read, and you’ll always have something you like to read.
Gods Eye is the next planned book – starting in December of 2024 (yes, the apostrophe is missing on purpose as in plural – Grammarly is constantly telling me I’m wrong.) Errors in Humanity will overlap in interesting and dangerous ways. After that, I’ll be back in the neighborhood with my old friends, Sam and Golgoth from the Mongruxx, Taros and Ivan from Transport, and another EB the Rabbatine. They feel like old friends, and I genuinely miss them.
Maybe it’s because I’m spending so much time out in Bootes Void. Errors in Humanity is right in the middle of it, the moon-sized MaRP hovering slightly away from the black hole’s event horizon. It’s a dark place that tends to twist the mind a bit. Like sitting on the lip of a giant, deadly, monstrous being. You can almost feel the pressure within you. The hunger it emanates towards you.What that does to the bots there. How they live and survive in such a place.
A desperation that threatens everyone and everything at the edge of it all.
The end of time.
A black hole.
See you on the other side of the black, Pilgrim.
Bad Comrade
