Greachin in the ether is some of the hardest stuff to write....
Greachin in the ether is some of the hardest stuff to write.
How do you write a character with no corporeal form, no surroundings, no sanity? A being floating in space, in and out of time, with no grasp on whether he’s in his own past, the present, some portentious future?
If you think about it, can you really blame him for going mad? How many eons would you last?
Greachin is beyond weary with it. He wants it over. At the same time, he’s not someone who is familiar with inventorying his own wants. He is obsessive, but that’s a compulsion, not a desire.
I pity him.
I think of him in space, but outside of it. He sees cosmic phenomena in a different way than we do. He’s not affected by the physicalities of it, so it takes different tolls on him than it would us. He doesn’t need a space ship, obviously, and he doesn’t just see light and dark through cones and rods—he sees with his intellect, with the soul he doesn’t understand he is.
At the end of the chapter I just wrote, Greachin throws that all away again, to tidy up a mess he feels he’s left behind.
Silly Greachin. Tricks are for kids. Look at this stuff, man! Just look! See anything unusual?
If you haven’t met Greachin yet, click on the amazing animated gifs of the heavens to visit my Stories page. Then click on the link of your choice to buy This Brilliant Darkness. It is available in paperback, as well as ebook.
That Crackling Silence is the sequel to This Brilliant Darkness, a novel described by a recent reader as “fantastically well-written, fast-paced, detailed, and full of sinuously dark curves.” If I had known how readers would react to TBD, I’d have gone ahead and written TCS and released them together, but I honestly didn’t know if anyone would like the book. For it to be so highly rated and to get these terrific reviews really makes my day. Thank you.
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Also? I love it when readers refer to Greachin as “The Greachin.” I believe he would appreciate that, as well.
