I’ve been thinking quite a bit recently on the future of The Reckoner. While I don’t believe what I wrote is terrible, I’m not happy with it. There was so much more I wanted to say, things I wanted to do differently. The only way to fix this is to either completely gut my book to make room for the new material, or to move on and write a new story. In the interest of my sanity, I’ve chosen the latter.
I’ve always wanted to write a social commentary. A piece of work that speaks to the age of genetic research and it’s implications. I don’t particularly want to box myself into hard science fiction. I was thinking that I would keep that as a back drop, a rough category to fall into. I can see the picture of this new story so clearly in my mind, the conflict, the direction and characters, the love and loss that will ensue. And I’m excited. I feel completely absolved of the trials and tribulations of marketing a not quite done novel, nor one that is particularly marketable in the first place. I have so much hope for my writing and this new story. I suppose we’ll see if I can live up to this hope.
So what about The Reckoner? Well, I’m going to use it as reference for what I don’t want and what I do want in this next story. I’m not putting it out to pasture entirely, but it’s not what I want to focus on anymore. It’s sad to move on, but I think it’s the right decision in the long run.
Here’s to new beginnings.