How can you run for your life when you can't hold onto the pieces?
That's the tagline for the novel I'm currently working the hardest on. It's called Revolution on Hra, and is going to be the first thing I submit to a publisher. It tells the story of Chf'drak, son of the king on the planet Hra. One day, a terrorist group assassinates the king and Drak finds himself running for dear life while trying to stop his older brother from committing a genocide on the peace-loving water-dwellers.
Revolution on Hra started as Breakaway, the very first novel I ever wrote. It totaled around 28,000 words, and had almost no plot, along with some totally superfluous and stupid plot points that I really needed to get rid of. Instead of just doing an epic edit, trimming and clipping, inserting and adding, I decided to do the whole thing from scratch, canonizing the story. I added some elements near the beginning, and took a bunch of elements out of the middle, and changed the ending to be slightly better. In the end, it's going to be a lot better than Breakaway was, hopefully something that publishers will want to stand behind.
So far I'm on chapter seven, and I'll keep writing until the cows come home. Or the story ends, whichever comes first. If nobody wants to publish my little introduction to the hra'vakh, then I'll have to go through CreateSpace or LuLu. One way or another, if you want to read it, I'll make it available.
Sela'tir (Peace be unto you)
