Ah, finally! We are in a new month! I’m the type of person that sets a lot of arbitrary goals for myself, so waltzing into June means starting a new novel and doing a little bit of financing on my bank account. I understand why I’m excited for the former, but it’s interesting how psyched I am for the latter, as well. Possibly because, at the moment, I actually have a (very) little bit of money to actual finance!
But enough about that. This month, I’ve decided the novel I will work on will be the currently untitled D.R.A.F.E.S. project. This novel, which I tend to lightly refer to as Ender’s Game meets Harry Potterbut definitely for adults (which my dad has informed me is a bad move; I should appeal to the youth audience and I see his point but I like to write about violent and dirty things too much), has gone through many attempts to get started and none of them have succeed much past ten pages. The plot focuses on a group of children, most particularly Vincent Vescardi and his two best friends, Stalktareme Zerdad and Looteraki Ceudan, and their D.R.A.F.E.S. training, which will eventually come to a head in a big epic battle in space against an Unknown Enemy. D.R.A.F.E.S. stands for “Defense Region and Fighting Elite Squadron,” and actually starts off in the other book I was thinking of writing this month, The Unknown Scourge, as a police entity, but, by the time this book rolls around, it’s been developed into a military and space exploration program.
Love. Betrayal. Shocking discoveries. In my head, it has all the typical workings of an epic story, and it is in desperate need of an outline. I’m reading a book on war right now, so I’m hoping that provides a poignant frame of mind for the book and, after reading Dune, I have some very interesting ideas about pacing that I’m looking forward to trying to implement. That, I believe, has been the death of this book every time I’ve tried to write it. I want to start them off young, to really show just how young they are when they start this training, but most of the interesting stuff happens ten years later. In Dune, Frank Herbert showcased a truly seamless ability to jump forward in time without making you feel like you missed something, and maybe, just maybe, I could manage to do a little bit of that.
I know I can at least get 30 pages out of it. So enough talk. I’m off to write! And do some financing.