Bearly Skared has been live at Medium.com since, Monday. I wasn’t well enough to update this blog about it, but here I am now… anyway, as I’ve said the next two weeks won’t see any new stories. As for what happens next that’s still up in the air, but I’ll know by the New Year.
I have a lot of thoughts about 2018 – but I won’t get into them now. I can say I’m both enthusiastic and not about the coming years. As you might know I’m LDS, and that affords me a different perspective about all of the chaos. Hence all the optimism where conflict could be.
Anyway, here’s a sample of the story:
What we are, Lady Vanadyl, is so reminiscent of organized chaos: A wagon-flock of pioneer survivalists away from the civilization that would destroy us. We know not how we will get by, yet that that is life in your hands; a romantic adventure against all odds on a planet coated with radioactive metals. If indeed for this all you ask in trade for this safe harbor is a tale ‘from the heart’ then that is what I will offer you, take it as you may.
The Twin Cities, protected as they are, never knew me nor I them. To say I was proud of the Crown military initiative which preserved them would be a grave error. I have no pride in the economic superpower, and the part my family played in it. Peace is too steep a price to pay for ignorance, by your reckoning, and I do not disagree on that point of judgment.
When I was six, however, I did not care for such things. Greenswede Farthing Co. operated a refining and processing plant of which my grandfather and father were both employed on the board of directors. My life was a total bore; I was home-schooled and always attended by family.
My parents worked, and though I have such poor memory now of Mum’s manner of employ. She was an attractive, kind woman, but distant and not always understanding of my ways. I remember she was “lit up” by two aspects of life: my happiness, and a new travel prospect.
Perhaps I despise that a little.Bearly Skared @ Medium.com – Read More
Ta for now!