Slow progress on Petra Rising, but such as there was, I share it with you:
This is the result of some poor time management on my part, combined with rude interruptions from the Real World. Also, if I’m being honest with myself, I’m a little afraid of the next few chapters. I’ll be introducing a new viewpoint character that I don’t know very well, and then I’ll have some tricky timeline issues to deal with. So I may be dragging my heels. A bit.
But hey, words is words, and here are a few for you:
Of course, he had hardly been the only one separated from all he had ever known and loved that night. But if it bothered any of the others present, they hardly showed it—likely because many of them were not celebrating the Liberation at all, but something else entirely. And none of them gave any hint that they bore the slightest concern about the trouble that was inevitably coming their way.
But he had promised Loren he wouldn’t say anything. Not on this night. Not until the skies above were filled with enemy bombers intent on total eradication of the place formerly known as Petra, now called Haven. Maybe then they’d be inclined to listen.
Write Club update: Tier one rejection from Daily Science Fiction. Response time, 24 days.
The Real World will be impacting word count next week, too, I’m afraid. But we’ll see what we can muster up.
Onward.
