The universe has shifted once more and I am the recipient of a gift… more time to write and more reasons to write.
So what’s it like? I feel the pulse of the characters, the deck beneath their feet, the eyes of their pursuers on their neck, and their need to reach their goals. I see the arcs of their stories, their developing character, and how they affect one another. I can hold the Defender-class starcraft in my hands and walk its narrow center passageway between the bridge and the galley for an impromptu crew meeting. I can see the vapor trail of Comet Encke and feel the Bangor’s probe thrust beneath its surface to withdraw a soil sample. I know the secrets of GCom and how it has hidden its space militarization program from ESSA and Earth’s leadership. And I know how desperate they are to perfect faster than light travel and why. And at the vague periphery of my senses, I suspect the Others have a message waiting for humanity, one that can only be felt, not delivered.
I’m reminded once again that everything happens for a reason.