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Moon Quest, Cut Material

I am one of those writers who writes without outlining the novel ahead of time. The outliners out there are shaking their heads at me. My first drafts are long and meander all over the place that requires large portions to be cut during the following drafts. Sometimes cutting whole, or several chapters, is hard as I love them. What matters is whether they are needed to move the story forward. After a draft or two, it is easier to realize some of this material does not do that.

Writing this way allows me to get to know my characters, their backgrounds and motivations and where they want to take the story that I have not been able to flesh out whenever I’ve tried to outline. Just like an iceberg, there is more below the surface than one reads in a novel.

I hinted about the scene posted below in the published novel but felt the reader didn’t need to read this to figure out some of the difficulties one of my main characters, Debra, has.

Orbital Logistics held a press conference to introduce to the public the first two crews of their manned space flights. Win stood off to the side and let Adeline, his vice president of marketing and public relations, introduce the fourteen astronauts and give their background before coming to work for Orbital Logistic.

When she opened it up to questions, a reporter from Space.com got the first one. “Commander Taggart, how’s it feel to get chance to fly into space again after Nasa terminated you after your accident?”

Debra pasted on a smile. “Great. I’m honored to have this opportunity.”

“Did you ever imagine you’d get to go into space again?” A reporter from the New York Times asked.

Adeline threw Win a glance, as if admitting he had been right. Win had been on the fence about having this press conference.

“No, I didn’t.” Debra’s expression was now a grimace.

“Maybe a question for somebody else,” Adeline said to the reporters. “We have thirteen other extremely qualified astronauts here too. Major Cooks has also been in space.”

“Ms. Taggart, do you have the trust of your crew to command this mission?” A Washington Post reporter asked.

Win stepped up. “We have complete faith in Commander Taggart’s abilities, or we wouldn’t have her commanding the second mission. But I must ask, you call yourself reporters and grill an American hero about the worse day of her life without first researching what caused her accident. You want some headline producing news, look into that. Are there any questions for our other remarkable astronauts?”

Relief swept across Debra’s face.

“Commander Taggart, it was reported you flew an unairworthy aircraft that caused your accident. Is that not true?” A reporter from Bloomberg asked.

“If that were true,” Win said, “we wouldn’t have hired her. Now if you don’t have any questions for our other astronauts, we’ll conclude this and thank you all for coming.”

A reporter from Aviation Week and Space Technology, who had run a series of articles on Win’s accident over a decade ago asked, “Mr. Swift, did you hire Commander Taggart because you have similar histories?”

Smiling, Win said, “Really, Ms. Hunt, do you think so little of Orbital Logistics ’s hiring that we only employee those who have experiences similar to mine. What boring unimaginative company that’d be.” He gestured to one of the mission specialists. “Commander Judy Murray was an executive officer of a submarine. I’ve never done.” He pointed to another mission specialist. “Dr. Summers summited Mt. Everest while on he was on sabbatical from getting a doctorate in geology. I’ve never done that either. Maybe I shouldn’t have hired you guys.”

Luther Bronder, a mission specialist, raised his hand. “I was in a car accident once. It wasn’t an aircraft accident, but does that count?”

“Yeah, I was too.” Scott Holt, a mission specialist beside him said.

“I had to cut an airshow short because of a rough running engine,” Heather Langston said. “Can I keep my job? I really like this company and what we’ll accomplish.” She, like Win, had been on the U.S. Aerobatic team.

The pilot, or who would be the second in command on Debra’s flight, Craig Malone, pulled up the pant leg of his flight suit. “I scrapped skin off my leg when my motorcycle went out from under me. I think have the scar to prove it.”

Win couldn’t help but smile from this group sticking up for one of their own. A quick glance at Debra showed her beaming.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have hired this group,” Adeline said to Win. Turning to the reporters, she said, “So, unless there any questions pertaining to our upcoming missions or for any of the other crew members, we’ll conclude this and thank you for coming.”

“Mr. Swift, what will be the most difficult aspect of the first flight?” The Space.com reporter asked.

“Ask Major Cooks,” Win said. “He’s the one flying it. I’m just writing the checks.”

The stories the media published were favorable, doing a decent job of explaining the first two missions and the difficulties the crew would experience. Several, though, reported that “Orbital Logistics’s disgraced former NASA astronaut Debra Taggart avoided questions about her troubled past.”

If you want to find out why the reporters were so interested in Debra’s history, you can download or order the novel here.

Moon Quest is Published

My latest aviation themed novel—well, space themed, mostly—Moon Quest is now available for download at Amazon. You can order it here. For those who want to read an actual book versus an e-book, the paperback version should be available within the next few days.

I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you do, please leave a review at Amazon. Reviews, besides helping to sell books, provided valuable feedback. They allow writers to become aware of what readers liked, or did not like about a book, which allows us to write more engaging stores. They also are good for our egos.

In a few days I will include here quotes from characters in the novel that will encourage you to read the novel, or allow you to learn a little more about the character that you may not have deciphered from reading the book.

Thank you for your interest.

Moon Quest, First Chapter

Debra Gilford taxied the NASA T-38 she was piloting up to the runway hold-short line at Ellington airport on the outskirts of Houston and stopped.

It’s been fun, but I don’t see a future for us as a couple. Adam Noonan, the mission specialist who was sitting in the backseat, had said that to her just before they walked out to the jet.

Fun! She had thought after months of working together to train for their mission to the International Space Station he had come to understand and admire her and wanted to be passionate with a like-minded soul. Why had she been so stupid? Noonan had never been married, and it was well known he dated often.

Over the intercom, Noonan said, “Hey… uhh… DT, you okay? We’re… uh… burning fuel we’ll need later.”

Maybe if she had made friends with the women astronauts she might have confided in one of them instead of Noonan that her marriage was over. It was one of the few things she had ever failed.

She sighed. Making friends was something she had always struggled to do. Memorizing a flight manual or figuring out an engineering principle were things that came easily to her. Sharing what was going on in her life with another, or freely giving her thoughts on a subject, were things she had never mastered. Which, she knew, made her seem reserved or even standoffish. Some, she suspected, thought she considered herself better than others. Since she often excelled at tasks given to her, she could understand that logic. But what most didn’t understand was that her accomplishments had come from studying her ass off.

She keyed her microphone. “Tower, NASA seventy-eight ready for takeoff.”

“NASA seventy-eight, clear for takeoff runway three-five left. Winds three three zero at twelve.”

“NASA seventy-eight cleared for takeoff.” Debra mentally gave her head a shake so she could focus. This aircraft’s left engine had a history of its Turbine Internal Temperature (TIT) running hot. She would need to keep an eye on it during the takeoff.

After she lined up on the runway centerline, she held the brakes and advanced the throttles to the MIL setting—maximum power—letting the engines stabilize, then pushed the throttles beyond the detent to engage the afterburner and released the brakes.

She experienced the satisfying shove into her seatback as the aircraft began accelerating down the runway. The left engine’s TIT settled on the redline. If it stayed there, they would be okay.

At 135 knots she began to ease back on the stick. A moment later they were airborne. She retracted the landing gear and flaps so that she did not accelerate past the maximum speed allowed with them extended and continued accelerating to 300 knots.

The left engine’s TIT began to rise above redline accompanied by a vibration.

Debra was pulling that engine out of afterburner when there was an explosion accompanied by a shudder through the airplane.

“What the hell?” Noonan said over the intercom.

A quick scan of the instruments showed the left engine had failed.

She had just completed that split second scan when the right engine’s fire light illuminated.

If only one engine was on fire, she would shut it down, activate the extinguisher, and limp the airplane back to the airport. But since one engine had apparently destroyed itself causing the other one to catch fire, they had only one option.

“Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Tower NASA seventy-eight, We’re ejecting,” she radioed. Then over the intercom, “Eject! Eject! Eject!”

The moment she finished that sentence the canopy was jettisoned when Noonan pulled the ring between his legs that started the ejection sequence. A second later, the rocket in both of their seats fired, sending them out of the aircraft.

In her seventeen years as a pilot, first as a Navy F18 pilot, then a test pilot, then at NASA having piloted the space shuttle, this was the first time she had to eject. The sudden acceleration out of the aircraft was as disorienting as she had read.

A few seconds later, her parachute opened and none of the lines were tangled. She took only a second to be thankful for that before searching for Noonan. To her relief, his parachute had opened too.

Then she watched in horror as the T-38 rolled to the right and began descending towards an apartment complex. It crashed into one building and exploded. The wreckage continued into the neighboring building before coming to rest. Both buildings quickly became engulfed in flames.

She didn’t have time to dwell on the fact her actions might have killed people in those apartments as the ground was rushing up. She needed to mentally prepare to fold up her legs and fall to her side when she hit the ground or she might be injured. She would touch down on a school’s soccer field.

A glance over at Noonan put her heart in her throat. He would land on Sam Houston Tollway. The traffic on both sides of the busy highway was racing along it as if oblivious that an astronaut was descending onto them.

A part of her was glad she had become preoccupied with her landing and trying not to get hurt to witness Noonan, when just a few feet off the ground, was smacked head on by a tractor trailer.

HauGHnt, by David C. Cassidy

david-c-cassidy-haughntFrom the opening scene where an estranged father on his deathbed reveals a devastating secret to his son, to the last scene where that son contemplates committing the same hideous crime, David C. Cassidy pulls you into the dark edges of humanity.

 In HauGHnt, the slide for protagonist Paul Steele from responsible, carefree writer, to potential killer is subtle in each chapter, but it was a slippery one. Cassidy’s writing puts you into Steele’s head so that the logic behind his decisions is understandable, yet you hate them at the same time.

 My only regret with this story is how short it was. Cassidy’s other stories are long and involved so that the reader really knows the characters and either loves and feels for them, or despises them. Cassidy did an excellent job in this short story creating Paul Steele’s world and the situation confronting him before concluding the story in a logical way. But this lover of Cassidy’s words would have loved a longer story.

 Don’t let that deter you from reading this. If you enjoy short stories with depth of character and a chilling situation, this is one you shouldn’t turn down.

First Chapter of novel, Blamed.

BLAMED Small-promoChapter One

I awoke to crushing pain radiating from my legs. My arms were dangling above my head and my hands were resting on the overhead panel of the aircraft. Fighting to remain conscious, it took me a moment to figure out I was upside down.

I yelled and squirmed in an attempt to stop the slide into nothingness and to relieve the agony in my legs. Neither relaxed the all-consuming pain. If anything, my thrashing sharpened it, making me aware of a stabbing throb in my chest.

We were on approach to Dallas-Fort Worth when … what? I could not remember why I would be upside down and in such misery. A black hole filled my mind, erasing what happened between everything being normal as we approached the runway and the torture of the present.

Wind whistled through the shattered cockpit windows, ruffling my hair. Shards of glass littered the overhead panel. Smoke that stank of burned jet fuel and something vaguely ominous drifted in.

Where there’s smoke, there’s fire! Fire! I had to get the flight attendants and passengers to safety! The evacuation training we practiced every nine months kicked in before I remembered we had been ferrying the empty aircraft from a maintenance facility in San Salvador.

Damn! The agony made rational thoughts impossible. I mentally worked to block the misery so I could think.

Ned! Why hadn’t the first officer, who had been the pilot flying, made a sound?

When I looked across the cockpit, I screamed.

The overhead panel had bowed in and crushed the forty-something husband and father’s head backward at an extreme angle against his headrest. A lifeless eye bulged from his distorted, bloody face. It stared straight ahead.

The laid-back pilot with a dry sense of humor looked like a ghoul from a Hollywood movie.

How could he be dead? He had been joking with me just moments ago.

To distance myself from the sight, I squeezed my eyes shut while fumbling for the seatbelt buckle of my five-strap harness, then hesitated. If I released it, I would plant my head into the overhead panel, which was filled with numerous toggle switches. Even if I didn’t impale on a switch or break my neck, the agony in my legs made me question if I could work them enough to crawl from the aircraft.

I risked a glance. Whatever had happened to us had bent the instrument panel down, trapping my lower extremities under it. The femur in my right leg poked out through a tear in my pants. A constant stream of blood ran from the tip of the broken bone.

I recoiled, and the bone moved.

An intense spike of nausea erupted, emptying my stomach. Vomit burned my throat, ran into my eyes, and up my nose.

I swiped my face with my arm to clear my vision, sending a wave of blackness rolling through me. A part of me welcomed an end to my misery, while another part of me worried I would never regain consciousness. I couldn’t leave my wife, son, and daughter.

The sounds of large diesel engines approached. Air brakes hissed. Were they from the crash and rescue trucks?

“Help.” My cry was a gurgle from the vomit in my mouth. I spit.

The smoke outside was so thick now I couldn’t see the ground. Would they find me before I was consumed by fire? “Help!”

I didn’t see any movement or hear any voices. I would not die helplessly. I had to get out of the airplane.

The intensity of the torment in my side grew, making it harder to breathe. When the yoke rammed into me had it broken a rib, or my sternum? Punctured a lung?

A shove on the yoke to move it forward proved futile.

If I slid the seat back, I might breathe easier and free my legs. It would also aid in getting the hell out of the cockpit.

Twisting to yank the lever at the base of my seat stabbed my chest. With my free hand, I shoved on the glareshield, normally at shoulder height but now waist level, hoping to ease the pressure against my chest. The seat did not move nor slacken the crushing force in my chest.

It also intensified the torture in my legs. I doubted a chainsaw cutting into them would hurt worse. The bellow I unleashed didn’t summon the strength needed to distance me from the yoke. The intensity of the torment was so great, I almost blacked out.

If I slipped back under, I might either bleed or burn to death.

I sat as still as I could, panting.

The gulps of air I took didn’t relieve my shortness of breath.

Through gritted teeth, I pushed on the glareshield, yanking on the seat adjustment lever at the same time. When I didn’t move, I attempted to shove my feet against the floor under the instrument panel. Unimaginable agony consumed me, plunging me into inky darkness.

Book Review, Absence Makes The Heart Go Ponder, by Nels Gartus

Absence Makes the Heart Go Ponder by Nels GarthusI enjoyed this book.

 That being said, it took me several chapters to get into it. Those early chapters are full of backstory explaining why the three main characters are the way they are, something in any other genre I loathe. But in this case, some of it may have been needed, but I feel it could’ve been layered in throughout the story.

 The other reason I was less enthused initially is I usually read thrillers that start off with a bang and carry that pace throughout the story. This is a slower read about the issues affecting these three male characters as they go through life. There also was some repetition in the writing I feel could have been edited out.

 But once I settled into the story’s rhythm, I began to steal time to read a chapter or two. Often, I found myself nodding at what one of the characters was going through as I’ve experienced that same feeling, situation, or emotion too.

I loved the ending and was glad it worked out the way it did for the three. The last sentence makes me hope there is a follow up novel.

Naming a Character

BLAMED Small-promoWith my feet propped up on my desk, and a legal pad in my lap, I study the list I’ve written on it. The creak of crutches behind me expels a sigh from me. “Do you have to do that?”

“Hey, you said I’d be on crutches all through the story, so I thought I’d practice,” the character in my upcoming airline thriller, Blamed, said.

I go back to contemplating the list.

“You know, it’d be easier to pace on these if that dog wasn’t lying in the middle of the floor.”

My faithful friend, Hunter, lays nearby as he always does when I’m at my desk. “Get used to it. You’ll have a golden retriever in the story.”

“Really? Cool. I like dogs. Have you named it? Or is it nameless like me?”

“Casey.”

He tests speaking the name. “Casey. All right. That works. So what are you thinking for me? Since I’m a pilot, it should be something distinguishing. Like… Buck Teager.”

I shake my head. “That’s too close to Chuck Yeager. Besides, your first name will be Bill. It’s the last name I’m having trouble with.”

Bill stops his pacing. “Bill. Okay. That works. But why Bill? Seems pretty common.”

“I’m using my late brother in-law’s name. He too was a pilot.”

“Bill it is. Let’s test out what you’ve thought of. Run them by me.”

Luckily, no one is home to hear me having this conversation, or I’d probably be locked up in a mental ward. But I’m sure every novelist would understand letting a character assist with choosing their name.

“Here’s what I’ve thought.” I hold the pad up. “Kopp.”

Bill scrunches up his nose. “Kopp? Bill Kopp? Think about it. In the story I’m in an airliner accident. Won’t people think I should have kopped to it?”

“Yeah, you’re right.” I run a line through the name. “How about Wilde?”

An eyebrow is lifted. “Isn’t an airline pilot supposed to be a buttoned-down rational person? Not a wild Bill?”

“Good point.” Another name gets crossed off. “Wilbur. No, forget that one. One of the Wright brothers was named that. Butler.”

“Bill Butler. Who probably would have the nickname, BB. Seriously?”

“Hadn’t thought of that. Then I can scratch off Bower too. Hunter.”

“Your dog’s name? Wow, your imagination is amazing.” Bill rolls his eyes.

“How about Egan?”

“Egan? Bill Egan.” Bill looks like he’s tasted something bad. “I suppose, if you’re really set on it.”

“Fine. You come up with one.”

“Let’s see.” He resumes pacing with the crutches. “Mid-fifties. Pilot. Do I have a sense of humor?”

“Yeah.”

He stops and smiles. “Kurt.”

“Like James T. Kirk?” I shake my head.

“No, Kurt. K-U-R-T. But the similarity could be a joke. Since I’m an airline captain, my rank and name probably will be spoken a bunch of times throughout the book. Captain Kurt. It could be a little joke.” Bill lights up. “Hey, I could even say in the story at some point that my mission is to boldly go where no airline has gone before.”

I chuckle. “If that thought was interjected during a serious moment, it might give some levity to the scene.”

He’d nodding. “See. It’s a good choice.”

“Yeah, but… Kurt is too close to Kirk. How about Kurz?”

With his hands held in front of him like he’s making a frame, he says, “Bill Kurz.” He gives a nod. “Not bad. Close to Kirk so the line will work, but still unusual. Works for me.”

“Bill Kurz it is.”

“Am I married?”

I type Kurz on my list of character’s names. “Yeah.”

“What’s my wife’s name?”

“That’ll be a possible topic for another blog.”

If you want to read what Bill’s experienced in Blamed, it will be published in December 2016.

Writers, do you have these same conversations with your characters?

The Fourth Descendant, Allison Maruska

Allison Maruska The Fourth DescendantI enjoyed reading this book even though it took me a while to keep the four main characters straight through the initial couple of chapters. But Ms. Maruska does a good job of easing that difficulty as the four are very different than each other and each with flaws that keeps them real.

 Each receives a call from a historian who has discovered they are descendants of four men who buried a safe in Richmond, Virginia at the beginning of the twentieth century. Each has a key that’ll unlock the safe and reveal the secrets hidden inside.

 The story moves along after just a brief introduction to the characters until mayhem ensues and the chase is on. One of the four has an agenda of their own which becomes compounded by an interested party.

 For me the middle of the story dragged as the four characters went about their regular lives after opening the safe without much thought to why a secret had been buried and why they were selected to reveal it. Then they are off together to discover that secret. And what a secret it is.

The ending, though sad in one regard, was satisfying and left wide open for a sequel. I look forward to reading more from this author.

You can find this book here, or read about the author here.

 

Equal Time Point by Harrison Jones

Harrison Jones Equal Time PointThe details in this book are accurate and it is apparent the author is a retired airline pilot. The events that are depicted could also happen, something which makes this pilot shudder.

An airliner on an Atlantic Ocean crossing runs out of fuel and ditches miles from any land or boats. It is only a matter of time before the passengers and crew perish.

I thought the story started off slowly making it easy to put down. It reminded me of the Airport movies in the seventies. The author spent considerable chapters showing some of the recurrent training pilots receive leaving the reader with no doubt of the emergency they’ll face later in the story. The airline and its associated problems are described. We’re introduced to the crew which the author does a great job of depicting. Then finally, the villain is introduced. It was from this point the book held my interest.

The ending was dragged out and could have been summed up quicker. I would also have liked to have seen more emotional attachment to the main characters. This is a trait that’s difficult to write, but I feel the author will do a better job of this in later novels.

My gripes aside, once I was hooked, I sped through the remainder of the story. The crash and the events that follow kept me on edge and made this pilot think, “How would I handle that situation?”

The twist near the end was cleverly written and accurately depicted. The author gets a pat on the back for coming up with it.

This author has a couple of other books published which I will read. I recommend this book to lovers of mystery novels. I rate this book four stars.

Eric Chandler’s, Down In It

Eric Chandler's Down In ItReaders who might wonder what it is like to eject from an F-16 in Afghanistan and try to stay alive will find this book intriguing. The fact that the author is a retired F-16 pilot who has flown several missions in that war torn country makes the details in the story authentic.

The premise of the story is: Doug “Hoser” Mackenzie is shoot down over the mountains and has to evade capture if he wants to live.

I would have given this book a five star rating instead of four except for two issues.

I would have liked a little more emotional connection through the story. While the character was drifting down in his parachute, he didn’t seem all that concerned. Nor did he seem upset that he’d been shot down, something I think would be devastating to any pilot.

Also, the author uses flashback to show the type of character the pilot is. This reviewer is not a fan of this method of storytelling as I feel the story comes to a halt while the author develops the character. Therefore, several times I questioned if dwelling on Hoser’s past was appropriate when I was worrying about him evading the people chasing him. Other readers may not consider this a deterrent though.

At the story’s conclusion I understood why the author chose this method as I was left hoping the experience of being shot down would make Hoser a better person. Although that made for a character arc that was satisfying, it took me several days of thought to understand why the author wrote the book the way he did.

 This was a quick read that gave this reviewer a taste of an author I’ll follow.