Everyone, Meet Rainha Isabel Maximilliano. Isabel, Everyone.
Author's Commentary
Templum Veneris Chapter 6
Well now that we've got the characters good and riled up, we can start getting into why they've come to Venus in the first place. In this series, it feels like I set up the sub-plots long before I get to the main plot and, in a sense, the book interrupts the personal, every-day struggles of Viekko, Althea and the others. But I feel those stories need to come from when they are not on an off-world mission so it's a bit inevitable.
But anyway, Viekko and Althea are on the rocks. Isra's career is barely hanging on and Cronus is wrestling with some pretty major lifestyle changes. So now it's time to get to work.
This first scene when they are marching down the street on Venus is our first glance at the society that will form the basis of the coming conflict. Viekko pretty much voices the mood that I'm going for. You get the sense that the other characters don't see what he sees and that's to be expected. People who see and have to deal with violence (soldiers, police officers, security personnel, etc.) see the world very differently in my experience.
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I suppose it depends on how you look at it.
The scene in the garden is useful for a couple of reasons. First, its a sneaky little way of throwing some history of Cytherea into the mix without getting bogged down in some infodump. When it comes time to do the extra short stories leading up to the third book, I think I will delve deeper into the history of Cytherea but, for now, I think it gives the reader enough to know what kind of vicious bastards they are dealing with.
And finally, we meet the ruler of Venus. Rainha Isabel Maximilliano.
Like the Boba Fett greek helmet from the last author commentary, I find images help keep me centered. Especially in the first draft when it's the wild fuckin west out there. Words are being slammed onto the page with nary a fuck to be found for miles. It's my favorite part of the creative process but also the scariest as I can, and do, wander far, far away from my original ideas. Images serve as a lifeline of sorts. Something I keep by my desk so I can look up from time to time and remember what the figgity fuck I was supposed to be writing about in the first place.
When venturing into the wilderness, it's a good idea to throw some breadcrumbs behind you.
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