So that hiatus? Yeah that didn’t last long. The personal problem is still being dealt with, but I’m in a much better place emotionally than I was in yesterday, which is a good thing. I’ve written a few things today — did some rewriting for my LJI piece. And my wife’s — I’m not saying I wrote it for her, it was just easier to explain some of the voice-edits I wanted to do by providing examples. 🙂 One of the things I’m writing is a very personal gift to some very dear friends of mine, and so far, they’ve spoken of their approval.

I DID start the world-building piece for the Tomorrow Trilogy, too, based off of that House/Wilson dream I had. Still laughing over that one. But here’s the first section of it, in all of its glory:

It started with one.

Gibson ran his hand over his face, running it through his thinning hair. One man, weeks after his move to Second Earth. A stranger to the planet, its ecosystem, its germ pool. So many had come. Only so many could afford the move after the original Earth was left in ruins, decimated by several hundred years of human greed and selfishness. So many left behind to fend for themselves, to rebalance the world.

But this one stranger. This one man, he stood on Second Earth for a week. Maybe two. He hadn’t been sickly in the travel from one planet to the other. Hadn’t shown any signs of ill-health until he stepped off that ship and onto solid ground.

Gibson sighed, shaking his head as he flipped through the extensive notes before him. They knew next to nothing about Patient 0. A young, healthy man. Bright, extensive intellect, enviable work-ethic. He came to help engineer the new Palace, the new Capital City for Second Earth’s new empire.

He died before he could even settle into his apartment, lungs filled with necrosis and the rest of his body perfectly normal and healthy.

A slow, painful death. Notes upon notes about his physical health prior to his first intergalactic flight. Hardly any after he arrived on Second Earth itself. But they had tested this planet, made sure that it was truly inhabitable. That it wouldn’t kill its new inhabitants. And so far, it hadn’t.

But this? This, Gibson knew, could be the start of something truly terrifying.

And no one, not even the new Emperor, believed him.

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