Sometime Later This Year

I need to write this book, which only took 15 years and several blind avenues to make sense in my mind.  Now I have the voice and the central theme and the rest will work itself out:

The Brave And The Free

Screaming In the Dark
His Serenity

I think there was always something wrong with me, something fundamentally broken.

My first coherent memory is of being three or so, a chubby little girl with sandy blond hair, standing with clenched fists, screaming at my trainers that no, I wouldn’t do what they said.  I would have none of it.  And unless they told me why I had to do what they said I would not do it.  They couldn’t control me.

Eventually the paddle and the whip, judiciously and liberally applied brought it home to me that the reason to do what my trainers ordered me to do was simple: to avoid pain.

But that didn’t mean I’d forgotten.  Inside the impeccably trained Guardian, inside the exercise-hardened body, the procedure-following operative, I was still that little girl, three years old, with my fists clenched tight and screaming my rage at the world.

That angry child could neither be appeased nor silenced.  She needed only an opportunity to get out.

She found it with the mission to ensnare Reehat Vorat, his Serenity of Daice.

At least Father had told me that the man we knew as Reehat East was his Serenity in exile, living in disgrace on Earth.  I didn’t believe him.  This man looked nothing like I imagined, nothing like the Vorat men.

25 responses to “Sometime Later This Year

  1. Intriguing. So many fleeting ideas.

  2. ppaulshoward

    Very interesting. I think you posted pieces of this idea before.

    • masgramondou

      Yes. I’m sure we’ve read a few of the previous starts of this story.

      This seems a rather more dramatic opening and a more interesting bit of background for the heroine

      • Yes, the male character has changed also. I figured out what was bothering me and I had no clue HOW to write was not actually true but one of many disguises. The male character is an onion.

        • By which I don’t mean he’s a vegetable. I mean for good and sufficient reason he undertook to live undercover — many different IDs. Actually the problem is that for also good and sufficient reason, I think he’s split IN HIMSELF and I don’t know if he knows who the real one is.

  3. Man Mountain Molehill

    Good start. Although it sounds a bit like an Alastair Reynolds character. (That’s a compliment)
    I remember being punished for refusing to pray in kindergarten (long time ago; school prayer was still legal)

  4. I was just grumbled about when we said The Lord’s Prayer because I said “debts” and “debtors” when every other kid said “trespasses” and “those who trespass against us.” The meanest kid accused me of being a Catholic.
    Ok, is anyone else laughing but Sarah?

  5. The thing is not to break under their demands, the thing is to learn to bend with the prevailing wind, like the willow tree, while establishing and extending your root network to undermine the paradigm. The more rigid their thinking the more readily subverted by turning its own inherent contradictions against it.

    And no, people rarely look like what we expect.

  6. Well, now I want to read the story. Patience. A virtue I don’t often practice, and certainly don’t have in abundance. Good hunting out there lass.

  7. Melvyn Barker

    You are an evil evil person Sarah Hoyt. A dedicated and scheming book pusher, deliberately using your artfully constructed snippets to fuel our addiction. I see your cunning plan to create and nurture anticipatory yearning for yet another series we must have that cannot be satisfied because you will always dangle the lure of the next book/series, but I’m helpless in face of your wiles.

    On behalf of all Hoyt addicts I demand higher output to help manage our addiction. At least one novel a year in each series as a minimum maintenance dose.

  8. Like the smell of something baking in the oven wafting out the window on a spring breeze. Tantalizing.

  9. M.B. my I suggest:

    DO NOT propose to kill the golden goose through exhaustion.

  10. Your ideas are amazing. I think this memory of the three year old child hits a rawness in many of the creative types. I remember planning my entire life when I was five. I remember at 3 being an angry child because I didn’t know why my parents expected certain things. They never did explain, and I did feel the judicious feel of the paddle and the rubber hose. This story hit me pretty hard.

    Cyn

  11. Okay, this one’s already a definite purchase!

  12. BobtheRegisterredFool

    I think I remember this one. I am also looking forward to seeing it.