It’s been a very strange and chaotic six months since my last post. If you’ve been waiting for an update, good news! It’s finally here!
It was a beautiful Spring weekend here in Texas, but it didn’t start out that way.It was Friday and I sat at my desk, looking out the window as the raging wind tugged and pulled at our crepe myrtle trees. The sky was overcast and I began to wonder whether this camping trip was going to work out…
Spring is here and that means it’s time to do some work! Aside from setting the clocks forward this weekend, I spent my time working out in the yard and getting some words.
I’ve encountered a lot of writing advice over the years and I’m always surprised how many people believe their way is the only way. I’m equally amazed by how often these people conflict one another. I don’t know if I’m getting Social Media fatigue or what, but I’ve finally reached a place where I need to shut it down. All of it. No more writing advice. Only writing.
Writing Final Hope has been a strenuous road. I’m still writing. One step at a time.
I’m searching for something without knowing what it is.
In my mind, I know somehow it is missing — whatever it might be.
Ashley R. Carlson heard about Amazon and KDP in passing but never paid it much mind until the title of “author” seemed like something she could legitimately call herself. Once she began to learn about self-publishing, however; there was never any other option…
As the weeks have gone by, I’ve delved deeper into my rewrites for Final Hope. And I was making good progress, too. That is, until I crossed paths with the dreaded Chapter Eight.
It didn’t start out bad. In fact, Chapter Eight was looking good at first. I was halfway through the chapter and I was rocking the word count at an alarming rate. Then, just as I was beginning to think I had the whole thing in the bag, things got weird.
2017 is coming to a close and as we reflect on the year behind us, we look forward to the days and adventures 2018 will bring. My writing plans this year aren’t new years resolutions, but a continuation of the hard work I’ve been putting in to chase down my dreams.
Greg Thompson stood alone in the rift bay of Final Hope, the last mining vessel built on a dying world. He looked around the control room and couldn’t help but feel like Jonah inside the whale, praying for some semblance of redemption.
Sometimes you have to kill a few words to uncover the true essence of your story. In my case, it’s taken well over 100,000.
When I had the first idea for Chlorophyllium 9 as a short story in 2008, it was a flash of inspiration, but just a tiny snippet of the story as a whole. Like a glimpse at a scene, I knew there were several more layers to uncover before the rest of the idea revealed itself. But that one image has remained the heart of the story, even as it’s grown to almost novel length.