The crime and mayhem will continue with Sunset Private Eyes, but not nearly as much violence as in my vigilante tale. I have some words about that book before I turn the page.
Back in 2020, I challenged myself to write an action novel, and now it's done. Not many people read it, but I'm proud of Sacred Heart because I know the process of doubt I went through. I'm sure the politics turned some readers away, but that first draft in 2020 was born in political chaos, and I could not remove the root cause of the city's problems.
A lot of people say you should avoid politics so you don't lose half your audience. I find that dishonest and spineless. I don't lean on politics, except for this one novel, but there's always social commentary in the mouths of my characters. So I guess I checked off three boxes: an action story, a political piece, and writing in the 21st century.
Before I put Sacred Heart to bed, I wanted to tell you about how the ending changed over time. In the first draft, the crusader is in that armor, deceased, when the L train rolls into the station. The good guy dies. Initiate Endgame.
Last year, in a light rewrite, I changed one big thing. There was a body in the suit, but not ET. He put a Russian in the suit. It was a horrible idea, logistically stupid, so I went back to the drawing board. With the crusader dead, there was no underworld chapter, the story in the tunnel, and the catacombs of Con Ed. That was created while you were reading the early chapters, the late, furious rewrite when all the Blue Sky stuff was added.
The third ending is what we have. I even made changes to that chapter after it was published, fixing one dumb error of continuity and adding information like the fact that Mustapha and Mozorov both bugged out of town before the raids. I failed to mention that. Now, with Eric Turner still alive and the bad guys not brought to justice, maybe he can recruit some army vets to avenge the murders of their mates killed by the gangs. Maybe.
--- 18TH CENTURY ---
I have not been writing much this year. I bought a new bike. I'm getting out for exercise four days a week. I've always had bikes, and I've rebuilt a few, but I'm sick of always having to fix them. I just want to ride, so I bought a Trek hybrid, and I'm getting rid of my 1993 ten-speed.
My PBS documentary binge continues. I have now watched the entire American Revolution series four times in under two months. Hi. My name is Don, and I have a Ken Burns addiction. I watched The West for the second time and Lewis & Clark twice. That two-parter is fantastic. Bike rides, PBS history, and space exploration docs have taken a bite out of my writing time.
I did find time to write a few rough chapters and character backstories, as filling my brain with 18th-century tales sparked an idea for a period piece. The main character, a frontiersman from Quebec, born in 1740, gets caught up in two wars, the French and Indian War and the American Revolution. The Frenchman's hatred of the English alters the direction of his life. He goes wherever they're fighting the red devils.
He fights alongside natives and against the tribes who side with the British. In his vast travels, using the lakes and rivers of the New World, where all the forts are built, he bonds with men of varied backgrounds. Their paths cross, they part ways, and then cross again. Each man has paid a heavy price in the wars. The pain of their losses and the savagery of war turn ordinary men into anti-heroes.
When the fighting is over, these men band together and go rogue, becoming privateers raiding English ships sailing between the forts in the great white north, disrupting the crown's commerce. After a particularly bloody crime, a bounty is put on the head of the Quebecois.
That's my synopsis. The rest is way down the road. I have a few chapters done, and several written as synopses, and now I must set my journey through history aside and get to work on the final rewrite of Sunset Private Eyes, back to the 20th Century.
After that, White Wedding. After that, who knows? Maybe Corsairs Des Lacs.
