Just following my bliss

They say the way you know you’re a writer is if you can’t not write.  Well, last week I had the gratification of experiencing that again firsthand.

For all of August, I was more or less betwen projects and not writing a lot of new material. I’d just epublished Bringing Stella Home and was busy getting Sholpan ready for epublication.  Then Worldcon happened, and my writing dropped off precipitously.  I tried to get back in a groove, but found it difficult to choose between projects, none of which seemed to fit my writing schedule.

And then the creative half of my brain said “screw it” and ran off on an idea that came from practically out of nowhere.

It all started when I was taking a power nap after a long day at work.  For some reason, my mind wandered to Jeremiah Johnson, an old Western with an awesome love story.

In the movie, Robert Redford unkowingly insults an indian chief by giving him several captured scalps.  The chief must return with a gift of equal or greater value, and so gives Redford his daughter, who doesn’t speak a word of English.  At first, things are hilariously awkward, but over time they grow into a beautiful and touching relationship.

Well, as I lay there thinking about the movie, I wondered: what if the same basic storyline were set in space?  Instead of a mountain man, the protagonist would be a space explorer / interstellar merchanter.  Instead of an indian chief’s daughter, the female protagonist would be the daughter of a station master whose colony is facing severe famine and widespread starvation.  When the merchanter boy unwittingly shows up at the doomed colony, the station master coerces him into taking his daughter to save her life.  And so, for the next two months, the boy finds himself crammed into a tiny little ship with a girl who doesn’t speak his language.  Hilarity ensues.

At first, I thought I’d keep it as a short story, but…yeah, that didn’t last long.  The more I run with it, the more ideas keep coming to me–ideas that I haven’t played with in a couple of years.  The story is set in the same universe as Gaia Nova and Bringing Stella Home, but about a thousand years earlier, back when things were, shall we say, more primitive.  I still don’t know where this story is going to take me, but I can tell it’s going to be a lot of fun.

The best part is that even if I expand this into a full length novel, the first part stands on its own so well that I could probably submit it to Writers of the Future.  That never happens!  It’s been years since I submitted to the contest; I always wanted to send something, but all I could ever write was novels with long, complex beginnings that couldn’t be cut off at the 17,000 word mark.

Anyhow, the working title of the novel is Star Wanderer (I can’t believe it’s not already taken), and it’s probably going to end up around 80k words or so.  I only have a vague idea at this point, but it’s much more intimate and personal than epic in scope, so I don’t expect it to go much longer.  I’ll probably finish the first part sometime next week and start looking for some first readers.  I’d like to finish the rough draft before I start the Desert Stars revision in October, but we’ll see whether that works out.

As for Edenfall, don’t worry, I’m still working on that project too.  One of the advantages of writing longhand is that it’s much easier to pick up and just go; instead of having to stop and think about what needs to happen next, the physical act of writing is slow enough that the ideas come much more organically.  I might not finish it before October, but if I can juggle it with Star Wanderer, I can probably juggle it with Desert Stars.  In any case, it’ll be good to work on new material and keep my writing sharp while I’m doing the revision.  We’ll see how it turns out.

So that’s what I’ve been up to in the last week.  I only wish I were doing this full time, so that I could spend all day working on these stories.  Soon, inshallah.