Imagine that someone told you the earth would end tomorrow morning at 7:35. Imagine that you found out that it's a thousand years later than you thought--3145 CE (AD) rather than 2145. And that those things that emerged from the field next door are ancient nuclear silos you didn't know were there. What would you do? Where would you go?
This is the setting of the new science fiction book I'm writing. Last October, my younger brother died unexpectedly and tragically. Grief lived within me, arising as sadness, rage, and terrible loss. My brother was a person whose story was never told. That's the real tragedy in life--a soul not able to sing it's song. Not able to be seen as it truly is.
I ticked along with grief taking bites of me until January, when I woke up in an altered state. I had been dreaming of an exquisite creature, a dancer made of golden light. Supremely beneficent and brilliant, she bestowed grace and love on all she touched. She was from some place we dream of, but seldom see. I watched her as she came closer. She merged with me. For a time, I was that radiant being, made of golden light.
I was the Angel.
A few hours later, the rest of the book came to me. An angelic alien is sent to earth with a mission to save her world. A boy-genius holds the key to the Earth's salvation and brings the truth--nuclear bombs will destroy our planet the next morning. Join Jeremy and Eliana in a world of the future. A world of enormous wealth and cruelty where what we think of ourselves and our nation has been distorted beyond recognition. It's a world teetering toward revolution. A world at its end.
Meet the people from Earth's End.
It is my brother's story in part, sieved through angels and my subconscious. I finished the first draft in a month. The sequel was right there. The writing genie has struck again: I've got drafts for three books in this sci-fi series being polished up. They are hot.
Want a sample? Buy
Numenon. It has the first chapter of both its own sequel,
Mogollon, and the first book of the new series,
The Angel & the Brown Eyed Boy, bound in the back. That's the only place you can read more now.
Sweet.
WHAT'S YOUR SHELF LIFE? A NEW BLOG FROM SANDY NATHAN
I've got two new blogs in the works. Just had your 987th rejection from a literary agent? Your fifteeth book reading where no one came? Have you waited seven months for your agent to return your email? Did your small press just become non-existent when the bookstores returned your books?
Do you love to write but don't know if it's worth the personal cost?
Searching for an answer?
So am I. And I've got some tools. I'll send out a holler when the blog is up.
When the other one is up, too. That's for writers and non-writers alike--people who want to become everything they can be.
Blessings and love,
Sandy Nathan
