Even with all the swirling chaos in Washington DC, the intermittent chaos in my family and its effects on me, I’m able to find small islands of peace and rest and even, at times, happiness. It’s been difficult. Life gets more disquieting and more disturbing as I get older, even as other things bring joy. I can go through bouts of sobbing and even euphoric happiness and then the uneasy feeling of foreboding in one day, sometimes. It sounds like mental illness, I know, but it truly isn’t that. A strange synthesis that’s hard to describe. It’s a sign of the times we live in.
But it’s things like these, unsettling, even tragic experiences even, that can help motivate one to come up with interesting ideas for story craft. As the Mission story soon draws to a close I look forward to the next series, which won’t come out for another couple of years but my more recent experiences will be channeled into this new character and his arc. It will be an interesting challenge to wrestle with this story and bring it to life and I’m looking forward to it. He will be much different from Robert Astor.
There are other smaller projects that I want to finish - my podcast story You Drop Stardust (which is set in the same world as my new, yet to be written series), And The Blueshifters. These don’t get read by many people but I find working on them cathartic for emotional reasons anyway and they help fuel ideas for my larger works.
As for the Mission series, I’m reading over all of the previous books so that I can re-calibrate my memory’s accuracy regarding certain details and plot points.. I’ll be getting started on the first draft in earnest in February. I’ll do my best in channeling my pain and anguish into creativity. And finding joy in it when I can. And in between those creative fits and starts, there is peace and rest. Sometimes.