When writing a story I prefer to start with the seven point novel structure.
My first three novels were action adventures. This means you have a leader who is surrounded by a team to solve the problems they face.
Two Moons, and my other novel The Bureau, are effectively mysteries.
So a center person solves the puzzle, and has others do the physical action, provide humour and perspective, with a fixer, and a boss that the team reports to. This has totally discombobulated me.
Last time I mentioned Two Moons, I was at 14,856 words. I've stalled and restarted this work several times over the last few months just because the narrative is driven by a different set of needs.
Who would've thought, huh!?
Anyway, I'm now entering the middle of the story, running at 32,714 words. Here's a taste of the opening of Two Moons.
TRANSCENDENCE
I wake in the darkness, stretched out on a cold surface. The air musty from the passage of time. Only the sound of my breath fills the silence.
"Is anyone there?' My voice echoes around me.
A soothing voice replies, "You are safe."
Emotions rush through me. A sadness that is full of grief and loss. "Are you my mother?"
"No, I am a machine. You can call me mother, if you wish."
My senses adjust, the reality of the room coalesces around me. Machinery lines the walls, and in the center I lie on a table, with tubes that snake up from my body into a machine.
Confused, I ask, "What is happening? Where am I?"
"You are being cared for. The facility exists to create life."
The answer triggers a flood of jumbled memories.
This is where we changed the genetic heritage of my kind. A place where the seeds of all life can be shaped. A place where our learning is recorded for all time.
I am last of my kind, trapped in a secure facility, all alone, waiting to die.
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