In the interests of marketing tactics (not much skill to speak of, there) I’ve decided to title my first series of books: Woman at War.
Every novel published these days (it seems) has to belong to a family of works–same characters, same artfully-rendered world to inhabit, and so on.
Okay, there’s a part of me that’s already cringing about the idea. While Endgame never was intended to be a stand-alone work, per se, the idea of giving it a number and place in a glossy-cover series doesn’t quite feel right.
[Yes, I have marketing friends who’d be very quick to point out the relevance of my feelings in this. I.e., get over yourself, you idiot!]
Fine, I will. Not much ego left to defend, anyway (blown to dripping shreds deposited around various mountains of challenge and trial).
Woman at War is, of course, all about June Vereeth. She’s athletic, determined, skilled and level-headed. Along with being a reluctant leader (by rank, not her choosing) she’s also a sniper thrust into the Great War between the Trieste Union and the Mitasterite Empire. So “Endgame” takes place about five months after the war’s beginning. Vereeth and company are sent to defend a precious fuel on the frozen, uninhabitable P-75. During the battle, the fuel depot blows, leaving Vereeth and four friends alone and without transportation 70 million miles behind enemy lines. Animals are closing in, Mitasterites come back (repeatedly) for info leading to more fuel (and post-disaster assessment) and the heroes encounter numerous surprises. Fun, really fun.
So Woman at War fits because this really is about a rather Everyman-type woman caught up in a vast conflict. Being a sharpshooter, her decisions come with a finality most of us will never experience–but someone has to make them. Overall, of course, the series is about her nebulous-sounding quest to retain/regain her humanity, and she gets four novels in which to make that happen.
Am I skilled enough to make it happen? We’ll have to see. Up next: Destruction. Cheers!