This blog is about me trying to write my first novel, Assassin of Earth. Like many aspiring authors I have been toying with the idea of writing a novel for years. Now that I am much older, I am trying to commit some time and effort to the process.
The funniest part to me is that I am not a good writer; I often leave key words out of emails, even though I think they are there.
In my effort to write, I have turned to various sources. Some books, some software programs, some chaos.
I have “just started” several stories throughout my life. I figure that I should try and finish one of them.
4,000 words into this story I realized that I needed to understand in greater detail what a novel is , and what a novel is not. I stopped writing the story and started examining what outlining and planning a novel is about. I apologize to those of you that are “seat of the pants” writers.
Here is an excerpt from the first whack of words:
Monicale Pre Sone started the conversation, directly.
“So how does it feel to kill 8 billion people?”, looking directly at me – flat expressionless, she could have been asking me about the weather.
“You would have to ask the Empire, I am but an instrument” , I replied in an equally flat tone. It was a true statement, deaths done in the fulfillment of keeping the accords were attributed to the violating the government leader or group of leaders. I turned to the Ambassador who was looking at the place setting.
“So, Ambassador, how does your Emperor feel about killing 8 billion of his own subjects? Her flat stare and question was now directed at the Ambassador. I would not want to be the ambassador. There was steel in the eyes of the First Prime.
“The Emperor is at “school” this week, learning from his mistakes.” replied the Ambassador.
“And you are not in school with him?” The Abbott questioned, speaking for the first time.
“I passed that class already” answered the Ambassador, turning to the Abbot with a slight smile on the his face. “Honor student.”