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08 February 2008 @ 09:16 am
{{HUGS F-list}}

I feel in the need for hugs today. I sent the friend an e-mail this morning - the friend who needed space, blah, blah. Yeah. I just...she needs to know how her actions and stuff make me feel, right? Otherwise, how can I expect her to know?

Also, my house is an utter disaster, and we have people coming to stay at it tomorrow night. *sighs at thought o all that hard work*

Anyway, moving on from those depressing subjects - I had two jewelry sales at my Etsy shop yesterday! It made me more happy and excited than words can adequately express! Packages went out today, so hopefully the recipients will be equally thrilled with the sparklies.

I wrote yesterday - (yes, kistha, I know the shock is great). I wrote a 'prelude' to the space pirates that is basically just backstory. I am ambivalent about it. I don't know if I will actually use it in the book, or if it's just a handy reference for me as I write...hmm. It sort of sets everything up for the whole book, though. I don't know. I hate the idea of having to put this chunk of exposition at the beginning, something that at least 50% of readers will no doubt skip over (I know I did, when I read The Dragonriders of Pern), but at the same time, I kind of feel this might be necessary, you know? I know! How about a poll - I'll post it here under a cut, and if you read SF at all, and feel like reading it, you can read it and tell me - keep it or leave it.

Meanwhile, today I mean to really dig in to the book and write the beginning. (As opposed to the middle, like I've been doing.)

When humanity first breached the depths of space, it did so with its collective breath held, in both hope and fear of what it might find. That breath held for a long time, as years and then decades passed, as planets and then galaxies were explored. There were some startling, exciting moments, in the beginning. New flora and fauna discovered, analyzed, and categorized. But always lingered that simultaneous hope and terror that around the next corner, the ultimate discovery awaited, that of another sentient species. Alien life. First contact.

Eventually, hope faded, and fear became complacency. Humanity stretched its wings, and settled new worlds, colonized planets far beyond the reaches of Earth and her home galaxy. Beyond the protective presence of the allied Earth military and her cohort of government controlled scientists. Colonies grew into independent worlds with politics of their own, empires rising and falling through the centuries, interstellar drives taking humanity farther, faster, deeper into the cold vastness of space. Planets and moons were chosen for colonization based on two overriding factors: suitability to sustain life, and resources available.

And as humanity has always done, eventually it began to war over those resources, ships once meant purely for exploration becoming weapons in a never ending battle for territory, in the name of one colony or another. Established worlds were laid to waste, lives lost in staggering numbers never seen in all of Earth’s history. The oldest of the colonies rallied, and became the Commonwealth of Sovereign Planets beneath the leadership of Earth’s oldest monarchy, backed by a Council of Planetary Representatives, with their combined military forces, now ratified into the Commonwealth Navy.

The formation of the Commonwealth put an end to much of the fighting - through negotiation when possible, and military dominance when not. Those unwilling to yield to the Commonwealth’s laws took themselves deeper into unexplored territory, and settled worlds far outside the known trade and exploration routes. Exile from the Sovereign Planets with all their resources and wealth became the easiest way to handle most of the more rebellious minded, or less savory criminal element. Many were never heard from again.

The years that followed were a golden age for humanity – peace, prosperity, new worlds, new wealth, an end to war, and endless opportunities abounded. Occasionally a trade ship or even a military vessel might disappear, a blip ultimately chalked up to faulty navigation, or interstellar drive failure.

If the Commonwealth suspected anything more sinister, it never let on. Rumors might have bounced from ship to ship, world to world, the disappearances attributed to everything from those never-appearing sentient aliens, to black holes, to the more fanciful notion of vengeful ghosts haunting the stars since the Territory Wars. As with their sea-going predecessors, those who made their living navigating the universe tended to be a superstitious lot.

Then, three hundred years after the ratification of the Commonwealth, peace crumbled. And the golden age of humanity ended.
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Battlestar Galactica playlist
seven minute dance party: life | smilevoleuse on February 8th, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)
rhienelleth: zoe/wash - shayrenarhienelleth on February 8th, 2008 05:56 pm (UTC)
*hugs back*

There are days, when I am so grateful for these online friendships that I can't even fathom my life before them. Is that amazing, or what?
seven minute dance party: lotrvoleuse on February 8th, 2008 06:00 pm (UTC)
I would have crumbled into a mess by now, myself. It's a little boggling. *g*
"Connoisseurs of Difficulty": Hula kistha on February 8th, 2008 08:49 pm (UTC)
Better Late Than Never....
HUGS! I hope all has gone well. If not, MORE HUGS.

And I like the prologue thingy. Sets things up nicely without taking up a ton of space. I always read them though - in any book so I might be a bit on the biased side for prologues.