Hello Space Cadets, today is another throwback post. I think this story was posted way back when, before anyone had found this post so I decided it needed an edit because it’s too funny to go unloved. This happened when I was writing book one, The Legion Awakes, in the local Starbucks. The very one whose store number became Lance Scipio’s beloved 6907th TAC Regiment. I was spread out over the long corner table organizing the story, so I could fix issues Tim C. Taylor had with the combat scene. The scene in question was part of what became the novella The Demons of Kor-Lir which is still available to those who sign up for my mailing list.
I had to share what happened, so without further ado…
Like I said, I had to share what happened. I had just finished a very early draft and sent it to my editor, Tim C. Taylor. This was before Corey Truax came into the picture. Anyway, as I poured over his critiques, I noticed that he suggested I bone up on my science and medical knowledge since my death scenes didn’t read true. Hey, I was a grunt… we haven’t trained to kill people with swords in a few years! And swords in space? Blimey, what sort of Army do you think I served in? For some reason, I’m envisioning Stripes meets The Jetsons but I digress. I read Tim’s comments until I had a flash of insight! I realized my aunt was an ER nurse, so I decided to call her up to go over some things.
While still sitting at the previously mentioned Starbucks I called my aunt – we talked about decapitations, death grips, arterial spray and how long it takes someone to bleed out. Upon finishing my phone call I noticed that the Starbucks had gotten unusually quiet, the long table I was sitting at was suddenly empty and people were reacting as if they’d suddenly smelled something foul. I swear, I almost sniffed my armpits to make sure we were good! Then one of Virginia’s Finest, Officer Friendly, and yes names have been changed to protect the innocent, walked over and sat in the chair opposite mine. When he had my attention, he got chatty. “Everything alright here? Anything you need to confess? Do you need a lawyer?”
Rarely one to be at a loss for words, I quipped a reply chock-full of my usual shenanigans. “Nothing to see here officer, move along,” before laughing nervously. Officer Friendly wasn’t smiling. Sighing, knowing I needed to figure out what was really going on, I asked and waited for the big reveal.
Officer Friendly was right there to clear it up, “So, murder plans this weekend,” he asked. Was it ironically? Meh, I don’t know but I was instantly relieved that there wasn’t something more serious. Did I just type that? Nothing serious about murder? Man, the Army seriously warped my mind!
Smiling, I simply informed him that I was working on my novel and consulting my experts to improve the text. “I’m not a serial killer Officer, I’m just a writer.” Luck was on my side, he chose NOT to check my browser history and all the murderous research I’d been doing. The best part about all of this, it was the first time I called myself a writer out loud and around strangers. Hopefully, the times that follow won’t require armed law enforcement and a concerned public! Well, unless the officers are protecting me from adoring crowds as I outsell the great JK Rowling!!
Until next time, stay frosty and don’t forget to keep your powder dry!
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