Hello, Oort Cloud. This won't make sense if you read it without the first two chapters, also blogged here.
I try to close my eyes and sleep, but my mind and stomach are spinning too fast for me to settle. The headache begins to throb in earnest. I need a cigarette.
I pull out my computer, trading one addiction for another, and log on to my hard disk.
Mail. Three rejections from three different print mags for three different articles. I asked for money. I think that was the problem.
This is the tip of a novel I am attempting to write. I'm not sure how many Canadian readers we have here at Oort-Cloud, but if you live in Toronto, the place names will mean something to you.
My aim is to focus more on my characters and on digital rights than on ray guns and spaceships. Feedback appreciated.
It’s three AM or so now, and quiet. I’m listening to the rhythmic scrape of a bent fan blade as it brushes air from somewhere to somewhere. My eyes are closed, light-bruised. My mind makes the room rotate, pushing me into the couch.