Tag: novel writing

The Writing Moment

I finished writing a novel, “A Tribe Called Death”, a few weeks ago. Put it through five drafts. I’m still editing and revising it, trying to prep it for other eyes.

Meanwhile, I began the next book in the series, “Alive and Dead”. I didn’t plan to but I couldn’t help myself. I’m about a third of the way through it, 17K words, 85 pages.

The seed of the third novel planned in the series sprouted yesterday. It’s been sort of swimming in and out of my awareness. Suddenly, as the second novel’s plot sharpened and turned toward its eventual finish (I’m a total organic pantser, you see), the third novel quickened in me. That began with the title: “A Shadow of Life”. I already know the character, as they were part of the first novel.

In the meantime, I’ve been entertaining myself with writing short poems. Fragments, really. I wrote ten yesterday on scones. LOL. Seriously. Posted one or two of them. May post a third today.

So it goes, writing and writing. Got to do other life things in parallel.

I guess that’s what they mean by balance.

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There I Was Dream –

In the military again. Young. Off again on some special assignment.

First, I was trying to get there. Mom – the young woman of memory – gave a huge smile and a wave and told me, good luck, I’ll see you later. I was surprised and pleased that she was there to see me off.

A group of us were traveling together. We were each taking our own gear with us. Some of them had lost their gear.

I realized, they put it down in a marshy, muddy area, and their stuff sank. As they moaned and groaned, I told them, I know exactly where it sank, and showed them where to dig. They did and quickly recovered it.

We arrived where we were supposed to be. Outdoors, it was a strange setup: a large semi-circle of people seated at tables. Men and women. Seemed to be civilians, and older. It had been heavily raining and brooding clouds kept it dark.

Parallel and behind the semi-circle of people were our lockers where we were to stow our gear. We were being called out in units. I’d been fully prepared but now – damn it, I couldn’t find some of my gear. I also discovered, and then recalled, oh, yes, “I need to order a new phone.”

A little panicked, I was scrambling to get the right gear. Like, how the hell did that happen?

I noticed many others were in the same mode, alleviating some of my worries. I then managed to find the needed gear except –

Underwear. Where the hell was my underwear?

I knew I packed it but I couldn’t find it, and everything was getting muddy.

Dream end

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