With that complete, it's off to finish the second story I was writing before finally publishing my second work. Short stories, collection 1. I may try to find a physical book, but I'm doubtful. It will probably be another Kindle release. I'm okay with that.
Now it's off to re-read what I've written about a nightmare turned story called The Gray Lady about an intergalactic space virus. It might be interesting. It might not. I've got to finish it to figure it out.
And yes, it really was a nightmare I had that started the entire thing. I took notes. They were...
-nasty intergalactic space virus
-makes non-sentient life forms sentient
-tries to kill sentient life forms. Red bands on top of armsthat wrap around to cover the wrist and slice through.
Bands are capable of being cut or broken
-Creates telepathic capabilities in sentients, but none have ever lived through a case of it.
-Called the Gray Lady because it creates a gel/smoke/shade likeshadow around the foot when infected.
-100% infection rate. 100% lethal. Any ship infected is blasted out of the sky, no questions asked.
-Creates telepathic capabilities in sentients, but none have ever lived through a case of it.
-Called the Gray Lady because it creates a gel/smoke/shade likeshadow around the foot when infected.
-100% infection rate. 100% lethal. Any ship infected is blasted out of the sky, no questions asked.
Amazing what a completely screwed up dream can turn out.