Navy tacks that is, as in ships zigging and zagging.
I’m feeling energized right now. About three days ago, while lying in bed in the early hours of the morning, mopping and drenched in the cold sweat of self-doubt, liberally lathered with self-pity… I had an inspiration.
Something has been troubling me about my epic series, Malmaxa, for well over a month. In fact pretty much since the afterglow of releasing the second book in the series, namely “The Pilgrimage”. Initially I attributed this to the usual slump I feel after finally reaching some significant goal (well, significant to me if not anyone else). However as the days drew on I realized this was much more serious than a little slump. It was debilitating, distressing and distracted me from working on the third Malmaxa novel, to be titled “Vengeance Cost”.
Frankly, I started panicking about the problem. Thoughts I had seriously screwed up simply wouldn’t let go. Then the “revelation”… After lying in bed till time to rise arrived, I had the basis of a completely new thought, and a completely different novel. I started working on it immediately, and sent the first 900 words – rank, raw, and entirely unedited – off to Amy a few hours later.
In the days since, the idea has blossomed, and my three finger typing has caused callouses on my elbows, a crick in my neck, and a glow in my heart…
Here is a quote from that early work, which I tweeted a little while ago “Well, what little the future truly encompassed – for was not war a small angry little word, embraced by small angry little men?” Yes, I know that sounds pretty familiar to anyone who has read any of Malmaxa – I make no excuse for the way my words work. However, this new novel is nothing like Malmaxa. To prove that, here’s another quote from the early work, “Heads would roll over that incident – the navy didn’t take kindly to losing a billion dollars’ worth of advanced, top secret technology.”
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