I have finished
rereading and slightly revising Act One of the Hugh Gallagher
memoir/romance/saga, Some Day Days. The revised version,
number 3, is now available wherever fine ebooks are sold.
It seems that I've
been writing stories off and on almost all my life. Recently, going
through some old boxes in the attic, I was surprised to discover a
whole stash of handwritten stories I'd written during my 6th
thru 8th grade years. I'd forgotten all about them – I
have a very poor memory of my life. I also have several typewritten
manuscripts on a shelf from my 20's – a fantasy novel, a science
fiction novella, and at least one short story – and their
rejections slips. From my 30's I also discovered extensive notes from
a planned novel about a weapon that could destroy IBMs in space – a
cold war s-f novel. From my 40's I have the manuscript of a young
adult adventure story set in Scotland. I had written it on a X88
computer – a little laptop device from England – and printed it
out on a dot matrix printer, a step up from a typewriter. In my
mid-50's I took up writing again as a challenge. This time a full
fledged computer made things a lot easier, and I wrote the long short
story, Kiss of the White Witch. This turned out to be piece
one of the continuing Gallagher stories that evolved into Some Day
Days (A Romance in an Undetermined Number of Pieces). I ended up
writing 12 pieces, a mere a quarter of the pieces I'd imagined while
daydreaming up the complete story of Gallagher's wooing of Selina
Beri in my head.
The pieces of Some
Day Days were the first efforts of my late life writing, and it
probably shows. Still, I took an idea, made it into a story, and then
put it into words, the hard part. Irregardless of the quality, this
is an accomplishment not to be sniffed at. And it opened the door to
writing more stories, allowing me to fulfill a long held ambition to
be a science fiction writer. And as
such, it plays an important part in my development as a writer.
I'd like to think I gotten better at writing as I've gone
along, but even so, I feel that Some Day Days while, far from
perfect, is good enough to see the light of publication. And while it
is the least downloaded and likely least liked of my books, and
probably not unfairly, I am, nevertheless, quite fond of it.
Once again, I made
only minor changes to make it read a little more smoothly, and fixed
some misspellings. One thing I couldn't find a way to fix was the
curious case of two different types of apostrophes, a curly one, and
a straight one. I don't know where the curly ones came from, but even
switching fonts back and forth failed to eliminate them. No doubt an
artifact of a long obsolete version of OpenOffice on a Mac. I also
updated its blub, which was long overdue. It seems that I'd not
touched it since I first put it up in 2015, since it was still
advertising the fall 2015 release of Planets of Call, my
original title for The Bright Black Sea.
Other than rereading
my old stories, I'm still struggling to find a story to write for
2018. I've ideas, but no stories that I can get enthusiastic about.
And without a publishing contract to flog me to work, I need to be
enthusiastic about a story to sit down and get to work on it.