I had a good weekend with the SF project. I got to drop an atomic bomb on a character and have her survive. Yes. I know. I need to get out more.
But I reached an important milestone as well. I reached 100 pages in the manuscript. I know page count is not as important in our word processing, ebook world. It’s still an important milestone. 100 pages mean that I’ve been at this a while. That the characters’ world is in transition (including the aforementioned nuke falling on one of them) at this point is a good thing. It means the story will go long, but not so long that it will bore the hell out of the reader.
In the meantime, since this is a big universe where they live, I’m contemplating writing some related stories that take place elsewhere. It’s kind of an Age of Sail motif, where sometimes, people don’t know what’s happened somewhere for months because communications are so slow. One real-world situation where that went horribly wrong? The US declaration of war on Britain passed the ship carrying the British offer of peace in the Atlantic in 1812. Thank God Americans and Canadians had bacon to resolve their differences. (You thought it was that they both spoke English, didn’t you? Nope. It’s bacon. Remember that next time you have your Egg McMuffin™.)
The reason for this is simple. I’ve been reading Kristen Lamb‘s latest, Rise of the Machines. No, she’s not riffing on the Terminator movies. (Besides, that Terminator movie sucked.) She is talking about platform building for authors. And as you know, this is my Dick Bachman writing alongside the Steve King that is Jim Winter. And my Dick needs a platform. (Har har har!). Even though I plan to start out traditional with this project’s publication attempts, even traditional authors need to build a platform. It’s the same method beloved by dope dealers. (“Psst! First one’s free! Next few are cheap! Then you’re mine.*”) The difference here is that nothing is illegal or hazardous to your health. But building a ready-made audience is something to consider before even going independent.
Next week, I need to have my protags altogether as one big unhappy. But for now, I’ve got to have a fourteen-year-old girl wait out a mushroom cloud, and two more teens find a cabin in the woods. Because they watched Doomsday Preppers. Right?
Actually, I’m a bit disturbed by Doomsday Preppers‘s lack of anyone preparing for alien invasion or the zombie apocalypse. These things are important, yanno.
*And in conclusion, mwhahahaha.