Medical Weeks and Slowed Progress
It's frustrating to say, again, that Derelict Paradise is slowed. I'm still in the middle of the book and I should be putting the finishing touches on the ending. At the very least, I was able to give you the first chapter last week.
Lately, I've had a lot of medical things happen (surprise, I know, a cripple has medical issues). I've got my first covid vaccine (yay!), had an MRI, been taken off the medication we've been using to keep my multiple sclerosis under control, and was told not to leave home unless for medical reasons until my white blood cells recover. That's right! Your friendly neighborhood cripple can get sick more easily now! Which means my husband now has to buy more fruit for me. Wins all around!
But if I'm honest about my slower progress it's because I'm nervous to put this book out. You see, throughout all of my novels I've been trying to get to the bottom of a few of my personal projects. They are my therapy (as I don't trust any therapist I've ever been to). In Derelict Paradise I am a lot closer than I've been previously. Maybe it's because some of it is so literally said in it, maybe it's because I don't know if I'll give this book a sequel, but it's very close to what I've been processing since I hit about the age of 24.
I won't go into what most of that is, I don't think I'm ready to share it conclusively with the world yet, but I may be putting a lot of it into this book. A lot of fears I doubt anyone in my life knew I had, a few metaphorical scenes... those sorts of things. It's all stuff that I never feel like I have the energy to explain. My husband's been a great help in that way. If I'm going through something he often sits and listens, even if I repeat myself 12 times before I get to the point.
In truth, though Derelict Paradise is a sci-fi horror story taking place in a fantastical scenario, it's really just me trying to work through a lot of my own issues. I don't know if it's going to be effective horror. I'm a bit of an odd person when it comes to what scares me, so it could be boring to the rest of you. That would be a little sad, I think, not to be able to impart what I mean. Then again, it would be par for the course. To bring it all together and fail at the end... that's what I've done for the majority of my life.
But enough with the self pity. So far, my beta reader thinks it's a good story, so that's a jumping off point, and we'll see how the rest of it goes. I hope to bring this book to you at the end of the month, if not before, but we'll see where we end up.
Thanks so much for reading and I hope you all have a wonderful day.