In August it will have been 2 years since I started Starshine. As I pointed out in previous entries, the political upheaval since last year has been a major detractor from my drive for writing. Like a deer caught in headlights, I’ve been unable to look away from the implications of developments in the U.S. and abroad. I still find it difficult, but I am slowly resigning myself to the fact that this brand of corruption is just different (more obtuse) than the brands before it. I’m slowly resigning myself to the fact that there are no heroes for justice that will move in and fix things. It’s an uncomfortable resignation, to say the very least, because it is what the corrupt want and expect – and that bugs me something fierce.
There are a great many other factors in my stymied writing effort, none so negative. Work, my relationship, my kids, my house, dogs, and the various other elements to life. I’ve been turning inwards towards spirituality, to my spirit and self, after many years of largely ignoring it. From that, perspective has shifted and a new balance has begun to emerge. And from that, my native interest in storytelling has resurfaced as a focus. Writing is, above all else, the creation of worlds and as such, creation of a temporary escape from this one. There is a draw there that has been rekindled. I hope to foster the flame in the days and months ahead and finish Starshine.
At this point, the story remains at about the halfway mark, at a little over 100 pages. I promised myself it would not grow and ramble like System Seven did. So far it’s fairly tight, plot nimble, and character rich – certainly by comparison. So: an improvement. The other key improvement I want for Starshine is time to completion. S7 took over ten years. I want Starshine in less than three. And the next novel in one.