Every so often your ideas about the old career need a dusting-down.
I should have been writing a SERIES of books long before this, and not stand-alones. So I’ve started a trilogy, a space opera. It’s true I’d intended to create a series of vampire books, the first one being Easy Blood, but that went on hold.
The space opera though may have legs enough to tide me through three novels of more than 70,000 words. The sort of thing my sister would read, or yours, or anybody’s. Or brother. (My mother, no. She can’t even “understand” Star Trek. Even Jean-Luc Picard has no charms for Mum.)
As for My Mate Ironside, I brought that out because I thought there was a chance it might be a novelty hit like Jonathan Livingstone Seagull or Mr God, This Is Anna, not that I could read either of those. It’s early days, but My Mate Ironside is life-affirming, I’ll say that.
Credentials for writing space stuff? I watched all of Star Trek and Star Trek: the Next Generation. I also read Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Martian novels. More recently I got into the works of Lindsay Buroker and Chris Fox. That should be enough for anybody. So I know it remains down to me now, kiddies, to get typing and “make it so.”
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A stand-alone short story about Vauclare, the anti-hero of Easy Blood, has been put online at the fabulous Back Road Café. Check it out here.
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