Science Fiction book, "Gods?"

I've rewritten the beginning of the book and had to rewrite the detailed outline. Making changes seem to entail a lot of work at times. Oh, well that's the way it is. Anybody else doing any writing? Does anybody want to read sections of my book? I could paste a reasonable amount of it on my web page.

Update on writing

Doing a final review the science fiction book, "Gods?". I hope to send it to a publisher next week. My everyday life has been very hectic lately and I've not been able to dedicate myself to my work as much as I would like. It may settle down shortly. I've got my two books about The Adventures of Curtis, Connie, and Cosmic Cat being sold--slowly.

For anybody that's interested I'm starting to post excerpts from the book, Gods?. The first one is below:

Most couples only had one child, rarely did they have a second one, or if it they did, it usually didn’t live. They had learned that if a couple didn’t have a child in the first few years of their forming a union there probably would be no children from this couple. One of their customs encouraged wives to mate with males they knew to be fertile. This developed in an effort to increase the fertility rate.
“What’s so funny Mary?” Jason asked his wife the next morning.
“Two of the women have sent their husbands off on hunting trips and told them to be gone for at least two days. The two women have been making eyes at the traveler staying with us. It may be that they want to increase their chance of having a child. The subterfuge we go through is so obvious. Why don’t they just invite the stranger to their beds? Where do you think these lone travelers come from? One seems to pass through every few years. They don’t usually say much but are welcomed by us all.”
“I don’t know, I’ve asked them but I’ve never gotten a good answer. They just point in a general direction and say something like from over there. I expect our hunters will go a little ways away from camp and fish or something. They too want offspring and don’t have any. We must take any reasonable opportunity to have more children. If our doing it brings some pleasure to a few of the women it can’t be all bad can it?”
“No, it’s not all bad. Why don’t you go hunting sometime? It might be enjoyable to take advantage of one of these males as they pass through.”

Writing, Charlet, Cosmic Cat, Science Fiction

I've set my third book about the Adventures of Curtis, Connie, and Cosmic Cat aside for the moment. I'm attempting to reread my full length science fiction novel, "Charlet." It's basically complete and has been edited. I'm just checked for passive sentences and phrases. It should be complete in the next few days. I'll start posting excerpts from it. I need to decide if I'll take scattered paragraphs or post a complete chapter a few paragraphs or page at a time. Anybody have a preference? Let me know. I'll be back on the Adventures book by the end of the week--if everything goes right.

Writing update.

I'm still working on rewriting a novel. It'll be done this week, hopefully. I'll then be able to get back to my Cosmic Cat series of books for adolescents. It needs the last chapter and about twenty illustrations. Anybody have a good book agent out there that would like a new client? I made the mistake of watching the Dallas football game today. I should have worked on my novel. The Vikings showed up and a group of other people wearing Dallas uniforms were there. It's about all that can be said about them--they were there. In any case everybody have a good day.

Update on writing

I've got to get to this more often. It's been almost a month since I've been on this. I've spent some time recently rereading a previously written science fiction novels. I probably shouldn't have. It's sort of like writing a poem. When is a poem done? It's done when you get tired of working on it. I think a book is very similar. I did find a few errors and some sections that needed to be restructured but it wasn't bad. Out of 120,000 words I probably changed less than a 1,000. I'll start putting short sections of it up for people to read. I'm tired and have a head ache I think I'll shut this thing down and rest. Have a good day.

New Book - A Visit to the Farm

I've returned to the third book in The Adventures of Curtis, Connie, and Cosmic Cat. I need to get through the last section and get the drawings done. I'm about two months behind where I should be. Two months probably isn't too bad. I'm going to send the first three chapters of the science fiction book, "Charlet," off to agents this next week. In case any of you are interested I've inserted a short section of the third book about Curtis, Connie, and Cosmic Cat below. If you want more let me know. I'll not put the entire book up but enough to give you a good idea of what's happening. Have fun.

“Remember when Cosmic Cat killed the chicken at Grandma and Grandpa’s farm when it was attacking Connie?” Curtis asked her.
“Yeah, I do, but I didn’t see him do it,” Mom answered.
“Well, the big red rooster got out of the chicken pen somehow. We haven’t been able to find out how,” Curtis said.
“I think he flew out,” Connie said.
“What happened? Did Cosmic Cat kill it?”
“No, he didn’t. That’s what made it so fantastic,” Curtis said.
“Cosmic Cat knocked it down,” Connie said.
“Yeah, the rooster was running across the yard like he wanted to get somewhere fast. Cosmic Cat shot out from the shade of the bush he was sitting under when you got onto Speckles. We tried to get him to ride the horse when we rode it but neither Speckles nor Cosmic Cat thought it was a good idea.”
“Yeah, I don’t think they like each other,” Connie said.
“So, are you going to tell me about the rooster or not?” Mom asked them.
“Yeah, it was neat. Every time the rooster started to run away from the chicken pen Cosmic Cat hit him hard and knocked him down,” Curtis said.
“Yeah, the first time was really interesting,” Connie said. “Cosmic Cat knocked the rooster’s legs out from under him. He was going at least a hundred miles an hour. The rooster turned head over heals. When he got up he was hit again,” as she talked she gestured with her arms and hands.
“I think Cosmic Cat remembers the last time they got together when he ended up hanging from the chicken wire around the chicken pen,” Curtis said. “He also learned from his time at the farm. The only time the chicken wasn’t knocked down was when he moved towards the chicken pen. After a while, he was walking back and forth in front of the gate trying to get back into the pen. Cosmic Cat was sitting a little ways away watching him. It was fantastic.”
“Yeah, I think we have a herding cat,” said Connie.
“I let the rooster back into the pen and Cosmic Cat moved back into the shade of the bush he was under earlier. He’s still there and seems to be watching the chicken pen,” Curtis said.
“I’d like to have had that on a movie camera. Oh, Curtis, did you know you can take short movies with your digital camera?” Mom asked him.
“No, I didn’t. How do you do it?”
“Come on let’s go back to the house and I’ll show you. We’ll find something to give Cosmic Cat as a special treat for his work. A herding cat, what will happen next?” she asked herself.

Charlet, a Science Fiction Novel

Thought I'd get back to writing on my blog. I've been busy writing on the third episode of The Adventures of Curtis, Connie, and Cosmic Cat. I have to cut it in half and make two books out of it. I didn't want to break it into two but the story line commands it. I'm also doing the final rewrite on a full length science fiction novel about a young woman with significant paranormal powers that out of desperation drags humanity into space. She has to find a place that she can live and fights Earth for the moon. A short excerpt from the first few chapters:

Chandra didn’t take very much with her when she left. She had to call on all of her resolve. She was only a nine-year-old girl and weighed about fifty pounds. She took a small backpack, a change of clothes, a little bit of money she had squirreled away, some snacks and her gold locket and left. Her most prized possession was the small locket. She turned right at the end of the walkway and went seven blocks until she got to the city bus stop where she waited patiently for the bus. She got on the bus and told the driver to ignore her. She moved into a seat directly behind him and waited for a few minutes until the rest of the passengers left the bus. Looking at the back of the bus driver’s head she said, “Mister, listen to me and understand what I say, you won’t remember me when I get off but for the next few minutes you and I will talk. I gave you a twenty dollar bill when I got on, I need my change and directions to the bus station where I can get a bus out of town.” She didn’t like doing this but she needed to have some more money with her and felt this would be a good time to get some.
“Yes, miss, here’s your change,” the bus driver said as he pulled some money out of his wallet and some out of a change receptacle and handed it over to her. “This bus doesn’t go to the bus station you need. You will need to get off at the next bus stop and catch bus number 201 to get to the main bus station. Be careful it’s getting late in the afternoon and it’s not safe for a little girl like you to be out alone.”
“Thanks, I’ll be careful, but don’t worry about me. Now, when I step off the bus you will forget you ever saw me. I don’t exist.”
From this point on Chandra Letty Parker disappeared for a long number of years, as far as John Fario and the rest of the world were concerned. She just walked out of the foster home and vanished. He spent a number of days and fruitless telephone calls trying to find her but to no avail. She couldn’t be found. He fretted over this for many weeks, when the weeks dragged into months and nobody asked about her he quit being concerned and moved on with his life. At least he tried to.