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That Wizard of Oz Moment …
When the Author realizes he is the elderly man pushing buttons in the background.
In 2019, I got 80,000 words into the middle trilogy of a triple-trilogy series and took a side trip to write the last trilogy.
It’s a thing. George Lucas did it. I should be so famous.
The Anye Migration trilogy kicks off a few days after the final scene in Resilient, published and buyable here.
Which makes the opening in Vacuum Forged a Part Seven of a six-parter.
First-draftish. Not so much a book as a collection of ideas on their way to becoming a book.
Thirty-five chapters of which are now published on Substack, prematurely, because it’s mine and I can do what I want.
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The Illustrated Lemur
Images from Vacuum Forged – The Novella. Or whatever the kids are calling unfinished manuscripts these days.
Re-engaged
When I tabled the fourth of nine Anye Universe novels to outline the seventh, I had no idea I would keep going — and set Vacuum Forged aside for seven years.
I returned to the middle trilogy uncertain of my intentions — 80,000 words in, having written treatments for volumes five and six, so I would know where I was going with four.
Seven novels in thirteen years. Maybe I should do something else with whatever time I have left.
But then I read this.
Svami Reva lounged in a recliner across the room, poking fingers at the augmented reality space. He acknowledged their arrival without looking. “You’re wasting your time.”
“Maybe.” Suban addressed the prisoner in Low Desert. “Does it seem odd to you that we took the language of our Manu conquerors, called it the Noble Tongue, pretending it was our own when everyone knew it was not? You’d think our people had no shame.”
The man kept his eyes down. Suban dragged a chair over. “You should be afraid of me. Do you know what I am?”
That provoked a response. “A policeman. Zirna Zapha. What else?”
Continue reading “Re-engaged”Riffed
From Vacuum Forged - The Anye Migration - Volume 1 - First Draft
0 ~ Angelic
First House, Planet Vidura, 70,000 BCE
Upon the sixth anniversary of First House’s instantiation, Master Sa summoned his three most important students to tell them what they were.
Spring was early in the Northern Reach. The scent of young blossoms drifted through parlor doors. Birdsong rang in the air. Tree pollen tickled noses.
It was all, said Master Sa, an artful deception. “We call it the Anodyne Virtuality.”
Sattva took the news with a smug grin on her face. Master Sa gave her the hairy eyeball. “Your father already told you.”
Continue reading “Riffed”in media res
An early cold-open. Should I have left it in the book?
0 ~ Campfire Tale
Las Cruces, New Mexico
It was 6:03 AM Mountain Time, 26 minutes ahead of sunrise, 43 degrees Fahrenheit in town, 35 in the desert, mostly clear, the eastern sky shining pale blue with a tinge of pink.
To the northwest, still dark and full of celestial wonder, a colorful ionized-gas display marked a position downrange of the solar system’s galactic path, where Star Forge Partners, a Jivada-based materials manufacturing company, was suctioning space dust into an electrostatically charged funnel.
Furry aliens from outer space and their human partners, mitigating the potential of a cosmic-gas-fueled micro-nova burning half the Earth to a crisp, 15 years hence.
At street level, an Anye-tech fighting drone named Titter spotted a black Chevy Suburban taking a position near the Fowlkes residence.
Continue reading “in media res”When Words Alone Will Not Suffice
Ruksa Zila — An airborne estate from the pages of Maroli Tango
I will eventually have to sketch the design by hand.
Read the book at https://marolitango.substack.com/p/chapter-2
Lemurs from Outer Space
Lots of prompting. More than you might expect.
The Furry Cast of Maroli Tango
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