A Personal Tragedy

Before beginning this week’s post I’d like the mention that the book, Unexpected, Unplanned, and into the Unknown, has been released to Amazon Scout. Here readers have a chance to read an excerpt and rate the story. If enough are positive then Amazon will publish it under their own label. Here is the link, if any are interested please check it out. https://kindlescout.amazon.com/p/QINQQURWHJS3

With this title, A Personal Tragedy, one would think that it refers to something that happened to me personally, but this tragedy was something I witnessed which took place over a period of time. At the time of the incident and what followed I worked in a small rural community. In these places people have a tendency to know each other, and if you are one who works in one of the businesses one has a chance to meet everyone. It isn’t unusual to find unlocked doors, and people always willing to help others in the community. In a sense my book “The Woman in the Snow” reflects this kind of committment that is common in these communities.

If we want to be honest, somewhere in our lifetime we will either be a part of a tragedy, be a witness to one, or know someone who had a tragic incident in their own lives. Many times these tragedies involve death bringing to us the truth that none of us get out of this world alive. I know as a child I thought it would be nice to know when one would die, after all it did seem like it was important. With as much life behind me as I’ve had (and it’s been said many times, time is precious) I now disagree. If we know when, we would never accomplish what we do in our lives with that final date staying in the forefront and dominating our thoughts.

Overall the community had a mix of people, with many living here being retired. Others commuted to work into the larger communities to the west, and a few actually worked the land. This meant we have farmers, ranchers, young families, older families, many singles, and retirees. Very similar to any community be it large or small. Mostly everybody got along. Still in such a setting there were issues, and many times such issues were large enough to polarize the community. Still overall it was no different than any of the small communities (or large ones) that exist in this country.

For a period of time we even had a small local newspaper, but eventually it disappeared and is no more. If one was driving the road that went through the main part of town, the town would be easy to miss. It had gates to many of the ranches, and if you were driving east the first building that would mark that you might be entering a rural community was the fire department – a simple volunteer unit. Then for a short time there would be nothing. The next one to show would be the Post Office followed by a combination restaurant and grocery store, and across from this would be a state fire station. Once past these you would be heading out of town and on to whatever your destination would be. In others words, if you blinked you’d miss it completely.

Yet, if you had turned off onto the one main road back into the community you would find a library, the local school and the many roads that led to where most lived. It was back in this area where the tragedy took place. For any of us who are from such areas there really is much that happens that is never heard about outside of the community. That doesn’t mean it has less of an impact or doesn’t influence those who are involved, because it does. It is no more or no less important for any who happen to live in the largest cities in this nation where such could be reported.

Part of the draw for those who are looking for more than cities provide is the freedom and openess of the lands. It, over all, is a harder lifestyle, and not all can live it. Many need to be surrounded by people to feel safe and secure while others feel less people the better. I have seen some who have moved into these rural communities from the cities and only after a few months run screaming back to the crowds, swearing they’d never return.

A young family lived back on one of the dirt roads and their son was out riding the family’s ATV, after receiving permission to do so. As most kids who have something powerful at their control he was going too fast down the dirt road he was traveling and ran into another vehicle coming from the opposite direction. It killed him and threw the family into turmoil, which is no surprise. After all it is said, and for good reason, “No parent should outlive their child”.

Statistics say that the loss of a child can lead to the breakup of the parents. And unfortunately it did in this case. I was friends with both of them and shared in their tragedy. They tried to keep it together but the “what if’s”, the blame game, and so many other factors that were never revealed eventually led to their breakup. In many ways in this world of failed marriages no one would look at another one and consider the whys. “Just move on”, would be stated. “After all there are many out there who would love to share your life.”

Maybe so, but if this tragedy ended here, then maybe we could say, after the healing, if such is possible, that they moved on and found others to replace their loss. Still in this situation such didn’t take place. As far as the woman she eventually left the community and nothing was ever heard from her again.

And before I continue I have to mention another similar tragedy that happened in the same community. In this case the child was an adult and actually had been in the Navy. Driving home one night he crashed his vehicle and died from the injuries. The mother had difficulty dealing with the tragedy, which is completely understandable. Eventually the area brought too many bad memories and she moved away only to continue to fight the demons she faced. Any of us who face similar situations may try and find such a solution. The major problem with this is the fact we cannot run away from us. It is we who carry the emotions, the history, the memories, and a change of location will not change what is part of us. Until we can learn to deal with ourselves we will not escape our situation or problems.

Back to the ones we are following: Eventually he moved away but his life turned self-destructive. From a promising future, to the loss of his son, to the break up of his marriage, it all left scars he couldn’t cope with. He changed jobs, became involved with a series of flings, and somewhere along his personal timeline couldn’t deal with what happened and took his own life. In a sense this enlarged the original tragedy.

So they went from a loving family and in a short period of time back to only one with death taking two of them. Could any of this been prevented? I’m sure the two of them asked themselves that too many times to count when they learned of the death of their son. And I’m sure the blame game became prominent. Still the point we all must face is that our lives can change in an instant. And from that point on what we face and the direction of our lives is forever changed. Yes we can look back and wish and hope that things could be different but none of us can go back and change the past.

All of us are stuck with what we have in our present, and if it wasn’t the direction we had planned, or had set goals to reach, then we must adjust or like him give up and die. We are only given one chance, one life to live. And many times what we are given is difficult, and at times seems impossible. And while we may never face such a tragedy in our lives, that doesn’t mean we won’t face some type of hardship. All of us have setbacks, and all of us have unexpected events that change us forever. In the end it is what we do with these events that will define who we are. God Bless! (www.fdbrant.com)

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Voice Acting – Bringing a Story Alive

As far as voice acting, I’m looking at this from a personal view, and delving into a little history and background as I progress from the time before voice acting existed in the gaming worlds (as long as we’ve had sound, voice acting has existed in TV, animated shorts and movies) to now where it is critical. (If one wants to be honest, even with the power of the modern computer RPGs still use dialogue trees that must be read. In a sense this is understandable considering the size of these worlds, the number of characters, the subplots, side quests, and random chaos that populates these worlds.) In fact one could purchase the “voice add-on” to those early games, something that would add a little more depth, but again even here it was short and sweet with no synchronization between words and mouth movements:

For any who follow this blog you are aware that I’m a gamer as well as a writer, obviously a blogger, and am retired. I’ve been dealing with computers since the early 90’s (and maybe even the late 80’s), from those good old days of DOS. It was here that I was sucked into the world of computer gaming (Anybody remember the Wing Commander series from Origin? If not this one then their big one which I never played, Ultima with “Lord British”.). Most games in those days simply had the script written as the systems were not powerful enough to drive all aspects of what we take for granted today. Probably it would surprise many that a large game “back in the day” could be counted in megabytes, not the gigabytes of the modern game worlds of today. In fact if you pushed over 25 megabytes you’d be using half your existing hard drive that came with the system at the time. With RAM existing at 2 to 4 megabytes, again instead of gigabytes, and the cost for those megabytes of RAM was exceedingly expensive, pushing the price of those early systems to over two grand. No soundcards, requiring any sounds to go through the single tinny speaker that was part of your system (all this you added later if you could afford it). And we cannot forget that there were no CD’s, DVD’s didn’t exist yet, so everything came on floppy disks either in the 1.2 megabyte, 5 1/4 inch or 1.44 megabyte 3 1/2 inch variety. Hard drives, yeah anything over 300 megs doubled in cost, and the average system came with less than 100, with the common size being around 40 megs, (And to be honest can any of us forget about the boot disks we created so we could take advantage of every megabyte of RAM). So in those early days because of the limitations voice acting wasn’t considered or thought as necessary.

Of course before any of this can take place there has to be a writer, or many writers. Without the writer there is no story, no characters, no direction, no world, nothing. Just a void where there is potential but unformed. Until that story is put to paper – whether that paper is electronic, using the modern word processor, an old typewriter, or pen to paper – nothing can go forward. Many times we find the stories that become our entertainment were originally novels. Other times the stories are specifically written for the media. If it is a book then others take over and write the script that allow the story to translate to the big screen, your TV, or into the game world. Until then it is only words on a page.

Words that as a reader we bring alive within our minds as we see the story unfolding in images within ourselves. And since this is the process it is probably why we are disappointed when one of our favorite stories becomes a movie, or a series, or something visual. In our mind’s eye the story will always be richer than someone else’s translation. And, to be honest, the creators must cut and change the story somewhat so that it will work within the media of their choice. My novels range in size from around two hundred pages to as high as five hundred. Even on the short end of this the story is too long for the big screen since each page equals approximately a minute of time. So even the shortest would be over three hours long.

Once all this work is accomplished the script is turned over to the ones who will bring it alive. If it will be using live actors then the director will be able to work with the real actors who then act out the scenes in the director’s vision of the story. Of course if we are talking animated shorts, or animated full length movies then things change. Of course this applies to the game worlds also. Here the difference lies in the volume of what must be translated into the game world. In other words the script for a game is much larger than an animated movie. Again, as in a story where the actors are there acting out the script with a director making sure it goes as planned, there is a director working with the voice actors.

Here it is up to the collaboration to make the script come alive. To make the ones who are using the product to be immersed in the world they are creating and not to do something that immediately destroys that immersion. Once that moment happens it is over. Bad voice acting will kill a good story or game world as quickly as poor writing, interface, or poor game design and world creation. Maybe because I’m older, or because I’m a writer I have a tendency to notice these things. And many times I do pause as I marvel at the success of a scene in front of me because of the way the voice actor brought what I’m witnessing alive.

One that comes immediately to mind is from an old game series, F.E.A.R.. For those unfamiliar with the game it is a standard FPS (First Person Shooter) wrapped up in horror, well done, and dark. The first two including expansions (as they were known then, we know them as DLC’s today) are great games, with superb voice acting. And to this day I have one of those lines from that game that remains with me. It’s not because the words are profound. No, it’s because the voice actor nailed it. Where the fictional character was, the situation she was in, and the realization that her chance of survival was minimal were all in those five words. And in print they will never have the same impact, the feeling of despair, of hopelessness that the actor portrayed in those five words. She simply said, “You’re not coming are you . . .”

Presently I’m playing Fallout 4, a gift from my sons for Christmas this year. Simply stated Fallout 4, and all the Fallout games are post apocalyptic worlds. I have to admit I enjoyed Fallout 3 and all the DLC’s that came with that game, ( I have to include the many mods I tried that helped to extend the life of the game). Yet this one (Fallout 4) is far deeper and, of course, with the passing time, the ability to present a fictional world has improved, meaning what is seen is closer to reality. (I marvel at the AI as I watch teams of antagonists work together in a firefight advancing and retreating, using available cover and shifting their location if their position is bad, all according to the battle they are in.) And the script overall had to be huge. What adds to this realism is the small vignettes within the game world. These short stories of tragedies from the past being transmitted over the emergency air waves asking, begging, or pleading for help. Making you as the main character want to track down these signals to see if you can help. Are they in the present, or has it happened a long time ago? Until you investigate you won’t know. If the voice acting hadn’t been spot on, if the voice actors had simply been reading the words the impact wouldn’t be there, and it would mean nothing, simply being a side note taking one away from immersion in the story, from this fictional world.

So in any of these fictional worlds where avatars are filling in for the real world and real actors it is that voice actor that brings these worlds and characters to life. If the actors hadn’t nailed Shrek, or Po, or any of the other avatars in those animated movies would they be as popular today, or would they be in some bargain bin collecting dust? And it is the same within the game worlds. Without those voice actors doing the great job of translating the written word much of what we enjoy wouldn’t exist. (On a side note we now have audio books that require a higher degree of voice acting to bring those books alive.) Of course what precedes this is that written word, still . . . In conclusion I must say, “Here’s to the voice actors and the worlds they bring alive. Without them we’d be living in a less imaginative and less colorful world.” God Bless! (www.fdbrant.com)

 

Writing Style

Writing style: Many times this is called the voice of the writer. It is the way he or she presents stories to the world. For most writers this voice is the result of their lives, the way they see the world, and their personal experiences that color those written pages. And as time goes on, and we continue to write, our personal styles become cleaner, and the descriptions, actions, and worlds become more real. Many times, as writers, when we look back at our early works, we can almost be embarrassed because we can see the errors, the poor writing, and the potential never used. And it means since most are already published we cannot go back and correct those blatant mistakes, the stilted dialogue, or weak character development.

In a sense I suspect this is true of any vocation. When we begin we do not have the knowledge, skill set, experience, or the abilities that we gain later in life. And things we couldn’t see in the beginning, things we should have anticipated, are things that become obvious once we’ve gained the experience and learned our craft. One of the problems with writing is, it is a craft that always changes, and like practicing medicine one continues to learn throughout one’s life, (One example of this is how something like the spelling of a word changes. When I type these two words in, with word processors they show as misspelled or autocorrect, but at one time they were correct. The two words are “alot” and “awhile“, with the second still being used but restricted when comparing the usage to the past. And there are other such examples. It is why what we speak is called a living language.). And yes, we may have some natural skills – God Given gifts – but unless we use them, train hard, and learn our lessons we never become the person we could be.

For example: I have two sons who have some wonderful gifts. And those gifts could be of great benefit to both of them. Yet, at this time in their lives, I don’t see either of them ever developing or using them. It means that in the end these special gifts will go unused and be lost. I decided, after retiring, to pursue one of my dreams which happens to be writing – it is something I’ve always had a desire to do. In this process I’ve written 8 books with number 9 finished as a first draft (yes 5 are unpublished at this time), numerous short stories, and have made well over 250 posts to this blog. And while I consider myself a good writer, one of my sons puts me to shame with his gift of writing. And what sucks, for me, for him it’s all effortless. My other son has the ability to imitate almost anyone he wants to, and this includes accents. He can also memorize almost any script instantly, and again, in his case it’s easy, effortless. We continue to tell him he should do “voice-overs”, but seems uninterested, or maybe it’s just a confidence thing, I don’t know.

And while I’ve been keeping things here in general terms – presenting an overview so to speak – what I want to talk about, as we work our way towards the end of this post, is my way of writing and how it changes according to the work – thusly my writing style. Sometimes it takes a while for me to recognize something I do unconsciously with my writing, and until I take the time to sit back and look, it is something I wouldn’t even notice. I find in my novels that I’m most comfortable with the third person perspective. I know at one time that this statement covered any writing style dealing from that perspective. Of course this has changed (The one constant in life is change?) and one can no longer state, “I write in the ‘third person’ point of view.” Because the questions that usually follow can be like this: “Do you mean Omni or personal, or a little of both?” Of course referring to the whole story world or up close and personal and not revealing all that is happening around the protagonist.

It was then I realized that when I switch to short stories that I generally write in “first person”. Again even here I have a tendency to reach beyond just the first person and allow the reader to see beyond the character. When I began to think about this I realized that in novels we are dealing with incidents and lives that cover the whole fictional world, and for me first person would be too restricting. In a sense my novels are in the style that I call, “meanwhile back at the ranch”. Meaning that I give the reader a chance to see what’s happening with all the characters in the story be they the protagonists or antagonists. I remember trying to write my first novel in first person and failing miserably. I had to go back and rewrite the first third of the book converting it to third person, which to be honest, was a bear. Just for the fun when I look at the perspectives of the stories such as first or third person I always wonder what happened to second person, is there one, and if so what would the writing style look like? Maybe, as a guess, it is another telling the story and we are seeing it unfold from their perspective.

I found that the short stories in comparison only covered an incident, a small slice in time. It is a place where the personal becomes, well, personal. And for me when I’m dealing with a small slice of time, and only one individual, (Not that one doesn’t in full length novels.), the world from their perspective becomes all. For me it is easier to stay in that first person style to allow the story to have the impact I desire. (If we want to be honest our personal worlds are all first person. We only know what we know from our personal interaction with the world.) And I guess one of the best examples of this is the 2014 Christmas story titled, And it Came to Pass. Through the eyes of the protagonist we can experience the world around him, his feelings, his regrets, and see his life through his eyes, bringing the world and story to life, making it feel real. And maybe such stories make us more aware of our surroundings. After all, isn’t part of a good story there to show us something, or maybe teach us? Story tellers have been with us as long as there has been language. And even though they were having fun with it, we saw story telling in the animated movie, “The Croods”. (Yes I love animated movies, the old cartoons, and such.)

And there is one other aspect to my voice, to my story telling. And I suspect it is the way the story is told that determines this. When I first begin a novel I really can’t tell you if it will be a timeline novel, an episodic story like the one I recently presented in this blog, or whether in the end it will be a standard chapter book. The story as it unfolds sort of dictates how it will be. While the majority of my novels are chapter books, of the nine I’ve written, one is timeline and one is episodic, eight are science fiction, and one is contemporary Christian fiction. In fact when I began writing my first novel I had to go back later and figure out chapter breaks, while now I can sense where the change is and thusly the beginning of a new chapter, which generally run around twenty pages long – give or take a few.

In fiction writing the stories we present reflect real life. And because it is fiction it gives you the reader, (And, of course, we as writers.), the ability to soar where the real world cannot take you. And we, the writers, try to present these stories in such a way that as a reader you want to visit these fictional worlds, the fictional people who populate them, and like a voyeur, without feelings of guilt, watch their lives unfold. It is said that novels are about life with the boring parts left out. Because of this, we, as readers, cheer from the sideline as our heroes in the story discover something that helps them. And on the opposite side we try to reach out to them when we see something about to happen for which they are completely unaware. It is this fictional life journey of ups, downs, failures, and growth that bring us into these worlds. And if the author, with his or her voice or writing style, has done his or her job and it is something that appeals to you, then I suspect you will return looking for other such works by this particular author, never considering any of what is stated here. For you it is just a good or great story. And probably this is the way it should be. God Bless! (www.fdbrant.com)

Reconciliation, a New Ending

Reconciliation is the last episode of the novel, Unexpected, Unplanned, and into the Unknown. Again, as I wrote this novel, I was conscious of the word count. My novels usually run over 100,000 words and I have gone as high as 165,000, with them averaging around 118,000 words. Considering that the average length of a page, in words, varies between 300 to 350, it is rather simple to translate this into the number of pages a novel will have. And for publishers pages mean cost. And when they take on an unknown author they feel, from history, they will lose money on that debut novel. It is probably one of the reasons they usually deal in three book contracts knowing as the author becomes known they will generally make up that loss.

In this case this novel was submitted to a publisher who had become interested through PITMAD (I suspect this is short for Pitch Madness), which is presented on Twitter (and the only reason I signed up) up to four times a year. No query here, even though, if an agent or publisher becomes interested, you are still required to submit the standard materials – query, synopsis, and a certain number of pages of your novel. With its 140 character limit Twitter provides an interesting challenge to your ability to write, forcing you to present your novel in a few words and in such a way that it will interest agents and publishers in taking a chance.

Anyway, it is probably a mistake to approach any novel this way (looking at word count), and again, since my natural writing tendencies push my novels generally past that 100,000 word count, to shorten a story can be a problem. Still the one thing that is continually pushed or stressed, whether it’s at a conference, or through the many writing magazines, and help sites that are out there, is the word count limitation on that first or debut novel. It meant that my two protagonists didn’t have all the adventure and experience they should have and as a result, and this is only a guess, part of the reason for the rejection. Yet, because of the workload that agents and publishers face, most of the time, all you get is a form letter basically saying, “Don’t call us, we’ll call you.”

It leaves the writer out in the cold, so to speak. Because of the vagueness of the rejection, you as a writer, have no idea what worked, what didn’t, what the publisher or agent loved or hated, or why, in the end, it was trashed. So all one can do is go back and see, from your own point of view, what the story lacked, and hope the next time you submit you’ve found that weakness and corrected it. Most of us “starving writers” must self-edit, and because we are up close and personal with the story, (and to be truthful after you’ve written it, and gone through it to make corrections and or revisions at least three times, and in some cases eight, nine, or ten times, you become quite tired of the story and are ready to quit.), it is easy to overlook something. So you turn in your materials and hope, and if you receive the standard rejection letter you are left in the dark. Such is the industry. Every great or ordinary writer out there faces these same challenges.

And since the most recent revisions I have submitted queries with nothing but those standard rejections. I’m still waiting on the last response, and if this one returns as a rejection, then I believe I’ll try the Amazon Scout submission route and see what happens. It’s another direction for unknown authors to try to get their book into print. Although in this case it is electronic print since it would become an EBook through Amazon.

And this is part of the reason I’ve used my blog as a way to present this novel, giving you the readers a chance inside the creative process, and allowing you inside the process of editing and revision, is to find out if you have enjoyed what I’ve presented. And I have to say that many of you have enjoyed the story from your response. So as I wrap it up here I’ll present the original ending followed by the new ending. Again, to show you the changes and how all of this is generally unseen, if you happen to pick up the novel to make it your own. So with this said is the conclusion, not only to Reconciliation, but to the novel, Unexpected, Unplanned, and into the Unknown:

The original:

So much had happened since then. And while those ignorant ones still existed inside of them, they now knew more than anyone in this world. Had even taken advantage of that new, to them, knowledge and had brought some payback to the raider clans. After the meal both of them continued to walk among the broken buildings remembering and talking about what they had done when this place still existed and was full of family, friends and townsfolk. It was then as if on cue both of them stopped and began to speak excitedly. Here Jay laughed and said, “After you, ma’am.”

“Well, thank you sir.” Again she laughed. “I guess we came up with the same idea, or at least I think we did. Look, we are only a few days out of The Deeps, which means we probably could use this place as a starting point.” She could see her brother smiling and nodding his head, encouraging her to continue. “Okay, we know that not only from the attacks made by the raiders, but other things happen to create orphans like us. So why not use this place as a gathering place to bring them all together. Make it a home where all orphans are welcome – even those young ones who may come from the raider clans. Only if they are young enough to not know the way of life that the raiders seem to prefer.

“Even though this place isn’t rich, one can still be comfortable here. And with The Deeps so close we can augment the protection to prevent a repeat of what happened here in the past. Not directly, of course, but here we could begin the reintroducing of the old technology. And after a time establish a hidden town by using ones from this one to establish it. From that one we could begin to send out teams to begin the spread of what we have. You know how to improve agriculture, shelters, roads, schools, and so much more. What do you think?”

Shaking his head as Jay smiled, he said, “I’m all for it. But it won’t be easy, in fact it’s probably quite hard. And I’m sure we’ll have many problems and issues to face. But, in the end I think it will be worth it. And by keeping The Deeps isolated and unknown, it will remain protected.”

And you know, that’s exactly what they did. (I italicized it here so that you would know this is a line that is deleted from the revision.) 

The revision (taking it a little further towards the end):

Nodding his head as Jay smiled, he said, “I’m all for it. But it won’t be easy – in fact it’s probably going to be quite hard. And I’m sure we’ll have many problems and issues to face. But, in the end I think it will be worth it. And by keeping ‘The Deeps’ isolated and unknown, it will remain protected.”

Epilogue

What were they? Both stretched their aching backs. They were in their fifties and both wondered where the years had gone. In so many ways when they looked back to that time when they had visited their destroyed village they had been naïve, and somewhat idealistic. The idea of rebuilding and bringing in orphans like themselves turned out to be so much more difficult than either ever imagined. Yet now Sandy was up and operating once again. Obviously not on the scale back before it had been destroyed, but enough that if both disappeared it would continue a slow growth. And yes while the core of the village had been orphans, now there were children from ones who had married.

Yes orphans were still brought in, given a place to start over, and begin their lives once again. And it was this that became common knowledge. But there had been an underlying secret goal that became known only to certain of the residents. And only a few knew the real truth. And yes, that town lost in the middle of the desert was coming to life once again as it became the place of learning of the old ways. To be able to join the ones there, one had to prove their worth in Sandy. Once that worth was proven only then would the truth be revealed and they would make the move. In the end, once Jay and Elsa passed on, a teacher, a “Keeper of Knowledge”, would be chosen from those who worked the hidden town – a place where teams went out into the known world to teach. And whoever this individual was would then move into “The Deeps” to continue the re-education of the world so that the old technology would be available to all. Yes, both realized there would always be problems, but that’s what kept it interesting, kept one on their toes.

Smiling at his sister as they stood there, he said, “I think it’s time we leave this to the young ones. I’m getting too old for this.”

She laughed, “You? Old? Never happen. Although I must admit my joints and body keeps trying to tell me something. And we are starting to see a little gray, although you won’t get me to admit to that.”

He shook his head and smiled. Elsa was still beautiful to him, and in truth together they had accomplished so much. Yeah, they wouldn’t live to see the changes they had begun, but it wouldn’t be that hard to see that it would happen.

Together they walked towards the gate. It was time to head back to “The Deeps”, at the finish of another day. He with his arm across her shoulders and her arm across his waist leisurely headed out through the gate past the guards. They smiled as they carried on a brief conversation with them before heading out towards the desert.

One of the guards looked as they disappeared. He shook his head. “I wonder where they go?”

The other laughed, “Now that’s their secret. And I think with all they’ve done for us they should be allowed that, don’t you?”

The other shrugged. He couldn’t disagree with what had been said.

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And the revision brings closure to the story where the original ending could leave one wanting more. With the short epilogue the vision of the two is there, and while it’s obvious there will be bumps in the road sometime in the future, there is a chance to bring back what is lost. And there is a possibility of a sequel which I’ve started. Yet, for now it’s setting on the “backburner” so to speak as I wrap up the novel I’m presently writing. Then I must put away this creative fervor for a while as I have four, yeah count them, four books or novels to edit and revise. And this will be a full time job probably taking at least a year to accomplish, if not longer.

I have a trilogy that I want to get out there as I love my characters, and feel others will love the story. Again, like this one, it is post apocalyptic with six protagonists, with the story taking place thousands of years after the event. Next week we take a brief break from the story telling before I begin to present, in similar format, the first book of the published Survival trilogy. (They are standard chapter books.) The novels are titled, Time of Isolation, Desperate to Survive, and A Taste of History Past. Have a great week and God Bless! (http://www.fdbrant.com)

 

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