Drew’s State of Writing – January 2014

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The past year or so has been a busy one, for a few reasons (not insignificant among them being my graduation from college), and my writing has gone in some pretty drastic spurts. I’ve recently been in the midst of a big push, after spending a couple months off while reading far too much. The result is that I’ve got some pretty big plans for the next year or so, and even beyond that.

The first big news is that Seeds of Doubt has now been changed to All Flames Cast as the working title for the first Burning Shadows book. While Seeds of Doubt is a great title for describing the actual goings on in the book, I have never really liked it; I think it’s too cliché. So, All Flames Cast is what I’m going with for the time being. I’ve been at work on this one for about a year and a half now, and I’m nearing completion on the first draft. I will be posting another chapter or two on here in the coming days, to continue the first three that I posted about a year ago.

Now, Burning Shadows is a big project for me. Continue reading

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From Dreamscape: An Introduction

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The following is the very beginning of my upcoming novel, titled “Dreamscape.” It follows a technician named Steveson….

                 Steveson rubbed his temples as he bent over his laptop. The pulsing glow of the screen made his eyes throb in the dim light of the lab room. Schematics flashed up at him, detailing the newest breakthrough from his program.

                “The satellite manipulation will make things much easier this time around. No more distance restrictions.”

                Steveson spun around on his chair to see the Practitioner smiling down at him. The short man did his best to loom in a crisp white suit and completely black sunglasses. Why does he wear them inside? And with the light this low, too….

                He cleared his throat. Steveson jumped a little in his chair. “Yes, sir. I recall you had some problems moving equipment close enough to the subjects on the last trial.”

                The Practitioner nodded behind his black lenses. “I did. Are you certain that this advancement will solve the problems?”

                Steveson swallowed. The emotionless tone in the Practitioner’s voice made sweat bead on his forehead. “Well, without proper field testing, I can’t guarantee anything. If I had a test group and three months, I could give you a definitive answer. Maybe even only two months.”

                The Practitioner opened his mouth, but didn’t speak for a moment.

                “How many subjects do you need?”

                “Five? Maybe six.”

                “I will have them delivered here within the week. Do everything you can to make sure the prototypes of the new device will be ready by then.”

                Steveson nodded vigorously and turned back to his screen. He watched the reflection of the short man walk out of the room, and light momentarily flashed as he opened the door.

                It slammed shut, and Steveson was alone with his thoughts, his sweat, and the design for his new toy.

From Dreamscape: The Dream

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The following is a dream segment from the point of view of Arnold, the main character in Dreamscape….

                 Arnold stretched as he got out of bed. Sunlight streamed in through the cracked shades. He stood there for a moment, luxuriating in the warmth of the rays.

                He gazed out the window, across the street. Rows of pine trees stood in neat lines on the other side of the street. The sun sat just above them, a rusty red instead of the normal happy yellow.

                Arnold forced himself to move out of the warm sunlight. He grabbed his glasses from the bedside table and left his room.

                The clock in the kitchen told him that it was time to make Sunday breakfast. He opened the drawer under the oven and pulled out a pan. Arnold put it on the front burner, turned it on, and sliced a piece of butter. He dropped the butter into the pan and went to get the paper as it melted.

                Arnold opened the front door and closed his eyes against the bright sunlight. He felt around with his foot for the paper, and, failing to find it, cracked an eye open.

                The first thing he saw was the swing set across the road.

                Arnold frowned, wondering why the pine trees weren’t there. In their place was twenty yards of grass. Then the swing set.

                And the little black-haired girl sitting on a swing.

                She started to lift her head.

Arnold stared, wondering why a girl would be sitting on a swing with her head down, not bothering to push off and swing.

Just before her eyes met his, he blinked.

He opened them again, and she was looking right at him. Her eyes glinted red in the early morning sunlight.

Arnold felt his mouth go dry, but a burning curiosity overcame him. His feet moved of their own accord, even though his mind screamed at them to stop.

He walked across the road and over to the playground. Sand crunched under his feet and grated on his soles as he approached the swing set. The girl simply looked at him the whole time, her eyes reflecting the weird sun overhead. Her dress was the same dull, dark red as the sun.

“What is this place?” he asked. “It can’t be real.”

The girl smiled up at him, though he felt no emotion coming from her. The smile only touched her lips; her eyes remained the same. Arnold stared down into the deep red, drowning in blood and roses and fire.

Update on Dreamscape

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I’m happy to say that today, I finished writing the first chapter of a novel called “Dreamscape.” The book is taking shape in a rather unorthodox fashion, as it’s looking to be pretty hefty while only having seven chapters. The first chapter clocked in at 50 pages…and took two and a half months to write. With this milestone behind me, though, I hope to move more quickly through subsequent chapters and hopefully finish the book by the summer. Keep an eye here on the site for bits and pieces of the novel (there will definitely be one up in the next few days to celebrate the finishing of chapter one).