Done

The Sky Full of Stars is complete. Formatting, cover design, the works. I am now going to buy myself a hardback copy, although the download is much cheaper(Please, please buy the download - I make double the royalty per copy).

Now to work on the next volume; 'Falling Through the Stars'.

Sky full of stars low resolution artwork

Final artwork for front cover dust jacket of Sky full of stars

Final artwork for rear cover dust jacket of Sky full of stars

Sky full of stars Cover notes

Reformatting of text has reduced the final MSS from 432 pages to 415. Word count 148,520. I suppose if pushed by an editor I might consider chopping out five thousand of that, but then that's the whole point of self publishing isn't it? You write what you want to write, not what fits in with what someone else sees as a 'market'.

Have been up half the night fretting over cover notes and cover design. In the end I decided on this text for the back cover;

There was what the media reported…

…rumours of a hoax have surfaced on several news services…. Now over to our Vancouver studio, where Environmental lobbyist Caleb Yamato is challenging the Omega projects environmental safety….

…The mystery of the two missing Omega crew members has sent a riot of half informed conjecture around the news feed community. The ill-fated mission to prove a radical design for travel between stars is being proclaimed an unmitigated failure by several authorities….

…In Brussels, the hereditary President of the Gaian Republic of Europe, Owen Blair, denounced the Omega Mission as a ‘plot of the western Terrorist nations’ to destabilise the peace loving Gaian European Republic….

Then there was the real story

The sky full of stars, first volume in the ‘Stars’ trilogy is a story of future wonders and personal tragedy set against the first interstellar war ever fought by humans.

Inside front sleeve;

In the midst of a mini ice age, the once mighty world powers are shrunken husks of their previous selves. An isolationist North America is the last of the Democracies, the Middle East a radioactive wasteland, and the expansionist Gaian Republic of Europe a repressive pseudo theocracy ruled by a tiny elite.
The Omega FTL drive, last gasp of the North American Space programme, succeeds beyond all expectations, but on the way back from orbit repeated attempts are made to shoot the returning crew down. Stranded on Earths moon, Mission Commander Corwen Blount hatches his own desperate rescue plan.

“Teach this young guy all you know.” The picture of a young, reddish blonde haired man with intense, almost harsh blue eyes appeared on screen.
“Who is he?”
“His name’s Richard Windsor. That’s all you need to know. He’s going to be your escort pilot.”

Well if no-one else buys a copy, I'll be keeping mine, and donating one to my local library.

Final (Hopefully) edit

Have just finished what I hope is the final draft of 'The Sky full of stars' at 148,463 words, most of it dialogue. I've tried to keep the immediacy of the narrative by keeping the descriptions minimal. No detailed travelogues, which I personally find makes a book too heavy a read. I've tried to make my characters do the scene painting through their dialogue in a minimalist sort of way. No windy speeches or explanations either.

The story rips along at a goodly pace, and overall I think it works. Tell you the truth I'm pig sick of editing and amending the manuscript, which is supposed to be one of the signs you're done and dusted.

Time for bed.

Cover art

This is the cover artwork for 'The sky full of stars'. Essentially comprising of several overlays of public domain images reversed, flipped and with the colour balance altered sufficiently to make this 'my own work' and thus sidestep any potential copyright issues. I can't afford a proper graphic designer, and have to do that side of things myself.

What the hell. I like it, and as I may be the only purchaser of a hardback copy, there's only me to please.

Executive decision

"The Sky full of stars", first in the 'Stars' trilogy, will be available in hardback from Lulu.com and also as a download for the first or second week of December providing Amazon are agreeable. Will post preliminary cover artwork tomorrow.

Excerpt: 1st draft, "Sky full of stars"

Authors note; This is from the first section of the "Sky full of stars" MSS, introducing two of the main characters. It's not the opening of the story, yet sets the general MSS background and lays foundations for one story thread. The MSS itself follows four main story threads, and flips between them in a plot / counterplot manner, rather like a modern episode of CSI. I rather like the effect.

A large screen displayed the speckled blackness of space above a brilliant sunlit arc of Earth’s atmosphere. From up in orbit the view of the enlarged Arctic icecap and associated weather systems were terrifyingly obvious. Through narrow gaps in the extensive cloud cover all the visible high latitudes of Earth glittered. Under those clouds, from the pole to Nome and thence to the Aleutians was a mass of solid pack ice. During the Northern winter, the ice pack often linked Norway to Iceland and thence to Greenland and all points north. Alaska and most of Northern Canada were near uninhabitable; the same for Northern Russia, which had lost all of its Northern ports half a century before. The Southern hemisphere had it just as bad. Another few years of lowered solar output, it was said, and there would be ice all the way from the Cape of Good Hope to Cape Horn.

What we do today may mean a better future than we have right now, thought Corwen Blount, Mission Commander, barely glancing at the global spectacular on screen. Or maybe not. His stomach was knotted with tension as his crew waited, poised for the go. Visors down and locked. Environmental suits active and in independent mode. Just in case.
Not that we’d survive if it all went wrong. He mused to himself. This was the last gasp of the North American Space programme. It was common knowledge throughout mission control that funding was to be cut for much of the space programme if the experimental faster than light Omega drive did not work this time round. All the funds released would be diverted into the ever more bloated Social budget. Corwen briefly wondered about trying to join the space programmes of other nations if Omega failed, but could not think of a single workable option. China, India, and Russia only funded weather and surveillance satellites now, the global economy too weak to sustain any manned off world presence in the wake of that goddamned stupid internecine Middle Eastern nuclear war. Europe might be doing something, but the Gaian Republic were overtly hostile to North America nowadays, and more of a threat than a career opportunity.
“Omega ground control to Omega, we have you go for launch.” The knot disappeared as everyone smoothly switched into their allotted tasks.

A crew of five occupied a windowless cabin not much larger than the interior of a delivery van. Five seats were rotated into a forward facing pattern with two at the front, two at the rear, and one to the left hand side in the centre. In the roof of the instrument lined cabin was the main access hatch leading to the airlock and docking hatch, directly below was another which led into the crews ‘rest’ section. Above and upon every side above waist level, screens, keyboards and switches dominated the windowless view. At the front were two seats facing a dual set of controls reminiscent of an aircraft cockpit. Five figures, anonymous in near identical dark red Environment suits and near opaque helmets sat attentive to their tasks.
“Roger that, Omega control. Disengaging. Firing local thrusters.” The interior shook briefly, like a dog lightly flicking it’s ears. There was a far off hissing noise. The co-pilot raised a barely seen eyebrow at the pilot who quietly shook his almost opaquely helmeted head to indicate there was nothing untoward.
“We have slight rotation anticlockwise, correcting.” A twist of a control, four short spikes of light from the attitude jets, and the slowly rotating star field steadied.
“Looking good Omega. You have control. Relative outward drift five metres a second.” Another minute and they would be clear to initiate the sub space drive, heretofore only successful in laboratory tests.
“Starting reactors. Field wings deploying.” Outside, four eight metre long pods began to cantilever out from the white coated octagonal fuselage.

Inside the fusion reactor behind their shielded compartment, multiple toroids of plasma formed within powerful magnetic fields, spun, merged, then intersected with a sudden burst of neutrons into a star hot fusion reaction. Charged grids bled off the sudden glut of energy into hungry batteries and uncharged coils, power greedy drives sucking at the immediate abundance of raw power, ready to push the forty metre long spacecraft into a higher orbit.
“Ten seconds at full burn. Now.” Outside, five reaction jets lit up the rear thrusters in pale violet as the high-energy VASIMIR plasma drive went to full. A tooth shuddering vibration built up and steadied. Particles of dust drifted backwards to the flat walled rear of the control cabin. The rearwards pressure rose sharply with every passing second until it felt like a large man was standing on everyone’s chests, pushing their face muscles backwards like some kind of crude practical joke.
“Reactor output ten Gigawatts and climbing.” Edith Paget, mission technical specialist reported, her voice shaking with the drives vibration.
“Let me know when we get fifty.” Corwen Blount, lead pilot and mission commander called over the loud roaring hum, watching his screen intently.
“Three point five gee acceleration.” Paul Stovek, their ever-cautious co-pilot flicked light hazel eyes across the forward screens, alert for any problems.
“Forty now.”
There was a slight muffled thump that transmitted itself through the hull. “Field wings deployed and locked.” Paul reported.
“Forty nine.”
“Twenty five Gigawatts. Love that Nuclear fusion.” Corwen grinned, enjoying what he considered the greatest funfair ride of all time.
“Fifty five.”
“Primary burn end.” The VASIMIR drives flickered off and the vibration vanished; drifting motes glittered briefly in the beams of internal spotlights.
“Hold it steady there. Everyone ready?” A sensation of weightlessness returned. Corwen checked the onboard scanners. Only the telemetry from Ed Mulholland, the second mission specialist was looking anything like sickly, everyone else seemed to have handled the acceleration changes well. He smiled again.
”Telemetry; green board.” Liam O’Reilly, Navigator, looked up and nodded. “Guidance; ready for course lay in.”
“Life support; Pressure point eight bar. All readings nominal.” Ed reported through gritted teeth.
“Field Generators are at seventy five percent.” Paul spoke with a quick sideways glance and nod of confirmation at Corwen.
“This is Omega to Omega ground control. Ready when you are.” Corwen reported.
“Omega from Omega ground control. Secondary burn and sixty second countdown beginning on my mark. Mark.” The pseudo gravity of acceleration returned at a steady one gravity.
“Omega orbital launch station. Have you on radar at forty-seven kilometres and increasing nine fifty metres per second relative. Velocity stable, reduced to one point zero four G acceleration.”
“Course lay in forty five degrees axial, eighty right.” Liam said.
“Course confirmed.” The star field shifted slowly as the heavily shielded nose of the spacecraft eased round. Targeting sensors on their display flashed green, twice and steadied.
“Fifty five seconds.”
“Charging field wings. Five percent and climbing.”
“Fifty seconds.”
“Reactors at sixty five.”
“Bring the field strength up.”
“Inertial magnetic shielding ten percent.”
“Reactors at seventy three.”
“Fuel flow looking good.”
“Forty seconds.”
“Field strength thirty percent.”
“Reactors at eighty one. Plasma stable.”
“Field wings fifty eight percent charged.”
“Steady on the field strength. Gently now.”
“Omega ground control, we are go for light speed plus.”
“Confirm, Omega. Thirty seconds and you’re looking better than good.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“Field strength sixty one percent, stabilising.”

The pull of acceleration suddenly shifted a nausea creating ninety degrees from straight backwards to directly under their seats and the rearward pull ceased. “Life support; we have point six three cabin gravity.” Edith read off her display. Mission control could see all these readings on their siamesed displays back on Earth, but on a proving mission everything had to be confirmed and re confirmed verbally. Just in case.
“Thank you life support. Guidance?”
“Guidance shows on the money.” Liam reported simply.
“Burn ending, now.” Paul made two fine adjustments to the internal gyroscopes, then nodded as the compensation met with his approval.
“Twenty seconds Omega. We’re all praying for you down here.”
“So are we ground control. So are we. No more damp squibs this time, eh?” Corwen glanced at the crew displays and nodded with satisfaction. Here goes nothing. The drive might work, or leave them sitting and looking slightly foolish on a slow climb out of the ecliptic as it had to three other crews before them. He sat for a few moments listening to the verbal reports from his crew.
“Field strength sixty four percent.”
“Field wings are charged. One hundred percent. Make ready.” Environment suit visors were locked down.
“Point seven five cabin gravity.”
“Reactors at ninety seven Gigawatts.”
“Hold reactors at that.”
“Ten seconds, on my mark. Mark.” Paul began their internal countdown.
“All ready.” Liam reported.
“Nine.” Everyone kept their eyes on their individual display screens.
“Eight.” Corwen flipped open the red ‘initiate’ panel.
“Seven.” Chorused Paul and the Orbital Launch Commander.
“Six.” Ed nervously checked the position of his seat harness quick release.
“Five and God speed guys.” Came the voice of the Orbital Launch Commander.
“Four.” Paul did not blink.
“Three.” Everyone seemed to tense.
“Two.” Paul flipped the direct drive power feed on.
“One.” A slight hum began to thrill through Omega as the power levels reached crescendo.
“Initiate.” Corwen said and stabbed down at the switch.
“Ini…………” Paul’s voice began to confirm. The word was truncated by silence and a sudden sensation of lightness. Where Omega had been there was nothing but empty space.