Many, I wish I could write faster. I probably can, but there are times when writing is an uphill slog, and you can’t put your foot on the accelerator too hard or your tires will spin out.
Right now, I’m about halfway through Star Wolf (formerly HEART OF THE NEBULA), and I’m in the part of the manuscript that needs the most work. I’ll probably be throwing out 60%-70% of what’s in there now and rewriting it from scratch, at least until the last five chapters. That’s not the hard part, though–the hard part is untangling the storylines that need to be kept from the storylines that need to be thrown out. I’ve already outlined the basic structure, but for the next couple of chapters, I’ve decided to abandon my revision notes. Now, everything is murky.
So that’s what I’ve been up to in the last few days. Star Wolf is a novel in the Gaia Nova series, and will probably end up around 120,000 words or so. That’s around the same length as Bringing Stella Home, or perhaps a bit longer. Definitely a change of pace from the novellas I’ve written in the last couple of years. As much of a slog as it is now, though, it’s got a lot of good stuff in it. Action, adventure, political intrigue, hard moral choices–not to mention space battles, generation ships, and cryonics gone horribly right.
But really, I want to get this one finished so that I can work on Sons of the Starfarers Book II: Comrades in Hope. I’m so excited about this one, I’m thinking about putting Star Wolf on hold for a few weeks so that I can just write it. Of course, a few weeks will probably turn into one or two months, and by the time it’s finished I’ll want to move immediately on to book 3.
Which actually might not be a bad thing, since I want to launch Sons of the Starfarers as soon as I can. It seems like you guys have really enjoyed Star Wanderers, so I think that you’re going to enjoy Sons of the Starfarers even more. I’m already getting the feedback from my first readers for Book I: Brothers in Exile, and while there are a few minor fixes to make, the story itself seems pretty solid. And the places I want to go with this series … man, it’s going to be awesome.
Just to give you a taste, here’s an excerpt from the first chapter of Brothers in Exile. Isaac and Aaron have just arrived at a derelict station on the fringes of settled space, light-years away from the nearest human being.
âSo this is Alnilam station,â he mused as he peered out the forward window. The stationâs hull was a dark gray, the beacons at the ends of the antennae a deep flashing red. Though it shone a little as it reflected the stars, their light was too dim to give anything more than the basic shape of the structure. On the inside of the wheels where the windows should have been, there was a blackness as dark as the night on the planet below.
âIâm picking up something,â said Aaron.
âIs it a transmission?â
âNo, itâs something else. Radiation signatures, concentrated mostly at the hub.â
Isaacâs heart fell. âThat would be one of the station reactors, probably leaking fuel or coolant internally.â Proof that no oneâs alive in there after all.
âWell, it canât be that big, since the wheel engines are obviously still working. And Iâm only picking up radiation immediately around the reactors, so itâs not like itâs leaked down to the rim. If anyoneâs still aliveââ
âThey canât be. If they were, they would have fixed the leak.â
Aaron bristled. âHow do you know that? For all we know, the engineers are gone and none of the survivors knows what to do about it.â
âIf there are any survivors, why havenât they hailed us?â
âHow should I know? All I know is that itâs possible. You canât refute that.â
I guess I canât, Isaac thought. Instead of admitting that, though, he kept silent, peering at the ghostly derelict as if lost in thought.
âWe should dock and go in there,â said Aaron. âPeek inside, take a look around. Even if there arenât any survivors, maybe we can at least find out what happened to them.â
âAre you crazy?â said Isaac, his heart beating a little faster at his brotherâs suggestion. âWe have no idea whatâs in there. For all we know, the place is infested with some sort of disease.â
âSo we go in EVA suits and take a quick sterilizing spacewalk before coming back. No big deal.â
âItâs still a dumb idea. Weâre not going.â
Aaron scowled and rolled his eyes. âSo what, you just want to turn around and leave? Abandon this place without finding out what happened?â
âThatâs right. We know that the station is dead, and thatâs enough.â
âBut we donât know that,â said Aaron, raising both of his hands. âWe donât know hardly anything. All we know is that no one has answered our transmissions and thereâs a small reactor leak at the hub, but everything else looks fine.â
It does not look fine, Isaac thought to himself. His palms felt clammy, and he was already beginning to regret his decision to come to this system at all.
âListen,â Aaron continued, âeven if there arenât any survivors, maybe we can find some fuel and supplies to make this trip worthwhile. Itâs more than a parsec to the nearest settlement, and even if we go straight there weâve already burned through so much that weâll have to sell half our cargo hold just to resupply.â
That much was true. Even with the credit theyâd built up around this sector, theyâd be dangerously low on fuel if they turned around now. The Medea was a small ship, and it could take them almost a year to make up their expenses if they cut their losses now. Still, the thought of setting foot on that derelict made Isaacâs skin crawl.
âIt isnât safe,â he muttered. âWhatever happened here, we shouldnât get involved.â
âBut we are involved,â said Aaron. âWeâre involved just by being here. And since weâre already involved anyway, we might as well find out what happened to these people so that we can get their story out. They deserve that much.â
Thatâs right, Isaac thought. They certainly do.
âOkay, Iâll bring us up to one of the rimside docking nodes so we can go in. But I want you to stick with me, Aaronâunderstand? No running offâwe do this together.â
âYeah, yeah. Together. Got it.â
I hope you do, Isaac thought as he stared out the forward window at the derelict station. Down below in the planetâs atmosphere, lightning flashed silently, illuminating the tempest for a single instant before the lifeless world returned to darkness.
Oh man … so much awesome stuff to write! When the first three books are written, I’ll publish the first one, and publish the other two soon thereafter. I don’t want there to be a long gap between releases. But between book 3 and book 4, there will probably be a bit more time, since I intend to organize this series in groups of threes.
That’s just about it. Tomorrow, I’ll probably spend most of the day working on short stories, since there’s a story idea that’s screaming at me to be written. With short stories, you’ve got to move fast, because they will get away from you if you don’t write them immediately. But if I get a chance I’m probably going to start Comrades in Hope, because that’s the one I really want to be writing.
So many projects to juggle … I just hope I don’t drop them all!