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!
R. Brady Frost spotted in the Wild
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…
Final Hope – Still in Progress
Writing Final Hope has been a strenuous road. I’m still writing. One step at a time.
Rewrite Crisis: Surviving Chapter Eight
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.
Final Hope: Chapter 1 Preview
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.
Tossing Words
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.
Final Hope Gets a New Chapter 2
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.