Software engineering and computers have been my passion since I was a teenager, but the truth is I’ve been reading science fiction books for longer than writing code.
Then one cold afternoon in November, as I was jogging, my stupid brain came up with a fantastic world of gods meddling with humans. You know, despite our difference of opinions, my brain and I think a lot alike.
After I got home, I couldn’t help it and wrote a chapter. How bad could it be? Other people managed to do it and go back to their daily lives. No harm, no foul. I just wanted to experience it.
Perhaps I could be a casual writer, or do it for fun once in a while. A paragraph here or there wouldn’t make me an addict. Brainstorming names is usually not frowned upon–I could pretend they were baby names–and normal people research restaurants and places for other reasons than visiting or having dinner, right? I told myself I wasn’t hurting anyone (yet), and I’m sure it’s considered legal in a few states.
But things escalated quickly. Next thing I know I was writing yet another chapter, and then the next. And the next. I tried to hide it, but my family knew I was up to something. Money was disappearing into writing plugins, helping writing forums and even–gasp!–a writing conference.
When they figured out what I was doing it was too late: I accidentally had written a whole book.
Worse, I’m not a writer. The first draft of my novel probably made me lose a few friends, and since then I’m trying to improve it.
This blog describes my ongoing backwards journey of fixing my book after I wrote it.
Messengers of the Gods is a commercial science fiction novel with series potential at 100k words. This book is not yet published and I’m actively looking for agents. More info here.
Prospective agents and publishers: my manuscript is complete and unagented at the moment. If you’re interested, please contact C. Hofsetz at chracatoa at hofsetz.com (replace ‘at’ with @ and remove spaces).