I should be writing more and letting my day job get under my skin less. My department, as it is and has been constituted and functioned, is on the way out. So far only by attrition, and as we techs become fewer, more of our work is handed off to hired-gun contractors. The writing is on the wall.
There's likely to be enough left to keep me employed for five more years. Maybe longer, depending on trends in the industry, but counting, really counting on this gig for the near term is probably unwise. It may not outlast my house payments.
The only other skill I have is stringing words together. Towards that end, I have been working on the timeline for the "Hidden Frontier" universe. I do have stories in thew works, planned for novella to novel length, and a little less "Mary Sue" than earlier works set in the HF universe. The USAS Lupine stories are a lot of fun and I don't plan to abandon my alter ego -- but I need to step away from it and the first-person narrative to tell any wider stories.
Of every Hidden Frontier story I have ever written, I'm most frustrated with "The Veteran." I know there's more of a story there than I have managed to tell, and better ways to tell it, and one of these days, I'll be able to do it justice.
He Worked On A Starship
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