Enjoying the sun and working on Adrift, first in the Colony Series.
First draft completed, I went and finished the second draft of Lessons from the Edge: An Author’s Guide to Metatron’s Army.
Setting the first draft of any project aside for a period of days to weeks is amazingly helpful as it allows the mind to rest.
Once my mind is focused on something else I’m able to consider what I might have done differently. I can then go back and edit those inspirations in.
The beauty of working on the two manuscripts in parallel is that focusing on one gives me rest from the other. Since the projects are never far from my thoughts I am able to spend the time writing down notes that I look at when I next pick up the manuscript in question.
I have three scenes for Adrift I will be adding in in the next day or two.
I’ve also come up with an additional Port Gallatan story though it will be a bit before I get to it.
I have the next one in that series ready to go when I have time in the schedule.
I have a number of other projects on the horizon and novels for a number of the series.
In the meantime, I am sharing the opening scene from Adrift.
SEQUENCE 1: KYLE
Mars Trojan region
Command Lab, MNS Vernier
Kyle Steven Decker, Commander of the multinational research vessel Vernier and ruiner of lives stared unseeing at the screen, unseeing because though his eyes were trained on the document, his focus was elsewhere.
If only he’d seen. The signs had been there. If only he’d listened. To do that however, he’d have to tune out the voice he enjoyed listening to most, his own. Which circled back to the truth staring him in the face, the only if only that mattered. If only he hadn’t been so arrogant. So goddamn arrogant.
And damned he was and more than willing to accept his punishment but to have dragged innocent people into the nightmare of his making -.
A chime announced the arrival of one of the souls sharing his self-created hell. Which of the two, he wondered, as they’d been in and out of his lab like a revolving door for the past seventy-two hours. Ever since he saw the message that damned him.