I arranged my schedule this week so that each morning is free. Time to start editing Transference for serious publication. I had thought to start by doing the research needed to bring it up to scratch (can’t say that I know much about uranium bomb production off-hand) but over the weekend decided to dive in at the deep end. Suddenly there was nothing more I wanted than to drown in the world of the Fleet, a world I lived in for over a decade writing (and rewriting) the first four novels of the quintet. I’ll do the research as and when I need it or when my eyes go gritty from trying to inject beauty into awkward phrases.
Transference began as a short story called Access Denied. It was about a mindwalker who discovered he could also get inside computers. I have a feeling it might also have gone the same route as Ultra – it then got extensively developed into a screenplay. Once I decided to get going with my Fleet Quintet, it wrote easily and wonderfully. In fact, it was the most fun I’ve ever had writing. I used to get brilliant ideas while writing, the sort you can only dream of when you’ve been at it for decades – ideas that used to blow me away and leave me floating on clouds of brilliance. The words poured from my fingers like a waterfall…
….mostly all commercial crap, now that I’ve looked at it again. Though it’s hard to be sure. But still, whatever. If it’s brilliant or not, it was still a wonderful experience, one I wish I could repeat again. Instead, it’s blood-from-stone time now as I try to beat the novel into shape.
I’m up to chapter four and my eyeballs are falling out.
Access Denied or Tranference?
Riding the Rollercoaster
Lost in Alter-Space…again
A Time That Wasn’t