I have been steadily chipping away at my science fiction novel about planet-saving in a world crashing with biological and political disaster. It is a comedy about the end of the world… though it is set on a distant planet that is not our world. It is not the Earth. It is the fictionalized world of David Icke’s reptilian aliens (for those of you crazy enough to follow loony-tunes tinfoil hat conspiracies with the same ironic gusto that I do). I call this novel Stardusters and Space Lizards. The world of the novel is accidentally being invaded by the Telleron aliens who starred in my novel Catch a Falling Star. They find there a world that is undergoing massive biological crises caused by war using weapons of mass destruction and injudicious exploitation of the environment for the enrichment of the elite. I know that sounds totally like Earth at present, but that is the purpose of a cautionary tale. This is the planet of the lizard people, Galtorr Prime.
But by now you are aware of the fact that I am a tremendously un-focused divergent thinker, and I already have more stories in the works. I fully intend to follow up this science fiction YA with a fantasy YA about the Norwall Pirates and South Seas Juju following an old sea captain born in Iowa all the way home from the mysterious island where he earned the curse of invisibility. It will be called The Captain Came Home or other such nonsense similar to that.
The novel about the Captain who is invisible has as its main character Valerie Clarke, who was also a main character in the novel Snow Babies. This novel is, however, set at a moment of time before the events of Snow Babies occur.
Never one to be satisfied with working on two novels at once, I have started a third. I finally came up with a name for this story that has been in my head since the 1970’s when I first learned about autism and mental disorders that affect communication. I am calling this one, for now, Fools and Their Toys.
This story is about Murray Dawes, a young man who can’t communicate with others due to autism that finally blossoms when a boy genius builds him a ventriloquist’s puppet in the form of a zebra’s head. Through the puppet the young man finds he has an awful lot to say, and he begins to bring the world around to realizations of some pretty awful things.
To prove that I have been doing at least my 500 words a day, here is the lead that I created today for this third active writing project that I’ve added to the juggling session of three novels at once.
Fools and Their Toys
I know you will probably say this is totally unbelievable, that an inanimate object… or, rather, a puppet who is animated by others, cannot be the narrator of a story. You are right, of course. I can’t possibly be the author of this tale. I am a modified sock puppet of a zebra with mechanically blinking eyes and mechanically enhanced mouth movements. My head is full of cotton stuffing and old newspapers. But I was cleverly put together by a genius, and given life by another.
You have to understand, the human mind is like a great complex Labyrinth where no man has ever mastered every single corridor. Sometimes the most beautifully complex minds become lost or trapped in a dead-end corridor, never to find the light outside again. But sometimes a special mind that was meant for special things is helped to find the light again… shown a trap door or a secret exit by another who has mastered at least a portion of the great, overly-complex dungeon. And sometimes it is possible to slip past the Minotaur who guards the secrets of the Labyrinth and keeps us all from unlocking the magic.
Okay, I know that is barely 200 words by itself… but I do get 500 done per day. I am writing two other books at the same time for gosh sakes!