It's a writing class. It may be a challenge, as it meets weekly for five weeks and there are word-count goals.
Writing fiction is fun when I'm in the mood; if I can get the bones of a story on the page before the feeling fades, it stands a good chance of getting finished. Longer-form stuff is difficult; I get bogged down in fiddling with small stuff.
"Prisoner Of War," has been in the works for a few years now. Set in the early 1960s as the war pitting the United States (and NATO) against the loosely-organized forces of the Federation of Concerned Spacemen ("Far-Edgers") heats up, it covers some of the story of the discovery and claiming of Smitty's World, as well as a little of the life of applied-science whiz (and Steam Amish runaway) Pertaineth Apperson.* And that's all tangential to the narrative, about a USSF reconnaissance crew who encounter... Well, no point in giving the whole thing away. Printed out about 4700 words last night and realized I have at least that many to go. Also that the outline needs more plot-twists.
* Pert Apperson is over six feet tall, slender, a fair shot, uncommonly gifted at mathematics and a bit impatient with fools; she figures she knows what's best for you better than you do. She's slightly based on one of my aunts, with a backstory based on another ancestor.
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