It seems I’ve had a hard time writing lately. Whether it’s the streams in life that suck you into a Flytrap of inaction or the sound of long silence invading that space between the ears… been hard to get into it.
I’m bouncing between the Prequel to Majesty’s Offspring and a completely new novel called Soul Census– but the bouncing seems to be not between chapters or scenes… but more like between letters. Letter by letter.
I’m sure it will pass, but I’m just not feeling it right now. I’ve done some grunt work on Soul Census… setting, characters and even the makings of a good plot filled with conflict and intrigue. As for Age of Majesty (the prequel), it has some of the same gritty (probably grittier) feel to it and builds on some familiar and new characters. I guess I should be happy with both efforts so far.
Anyway, the only purpose of this post is to let those few fans I have out there know that I’m still alive and trying to spit out some new material. So there you go. I promise the next post will (hopefully) be more interesting.
Oh yeah, sorry to hear about Ray Bradbury dieing. He joins the ranks of Arthur C. Clarke, Jack Chalker, Philip Jose Farmer, Isaac Asmiov and Gene Roddenberry as another great sci-fi writer who bought the Milky Way Farm in my lifetime. I’m sure there are others, but I don’t feel like Googling them right now.