Who knows most, doubts most. —
I’ve discovered something about writing today. I’ve discovered what’s really hard. Especially when you are not in a contemporary setting, but instead creating a future world. If you’re writing a historical you can research and there are answers to tiny niggling questions. You don’t get to do that in your own future history. You have to make it up whole cloth, and damn it slows you down.
I’m working on my space opera and the first book is set at the League’s military academy, The High Ground. I had to decide the who would serve as drill sergeants — third year students? Enlisted spacers? It was silly but it had me pacing for some period of time while I analyzed all the ramifications and made the decision. And there are just going to be more of these as I go forward. Since this is the first book in the series I have a lot of these kind of decisions to make. I’m hoping that once they are made and the societal and military structure is in place it will get easier.
Or maybe not. Writing is hard. That’s the bottom line. I love it, but it’s hard.