“We’re losing him!” came a frantic voice over the headset.
“I’m still here,” the pilot insisted.
“We’re losing–” the voice cut out and then there was silence.
“Control, do you read me? Control?” the pilot was panicking.
There was no answer. Suddenly flames burst out all around him. The last thing he remembered was reaching for the eject switch, before his thoughts devolved into an inky black void.
The mysterious pilot was brought into the military hospital unconscious. The base didn’t know who he was. Some thought he was an alien, some thought he was a Russian spy all because of the unknown, yet highly advanced airplane he was flying at the time of his crash.
When the pilot awakes, he has amnesia. He gradually gets his memory back only to find that he is not only in the wrong place, he is also in the wrong time
Targeted Age Group:: Adult
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I was listening to someone talk and they said something about going back in time. It started my imagination going and soon the nucleus of book started to form in my mind.
How is writing SciFi different from other genres?
It takes more research. When I wrote the Elvenshore fantasy series, I just sat down and wrote. While writing Sci-Fi I have to look things up to make sure what I’m writing is correct. I learn more writing Sci-Fi, but fantasy is a lot easier.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I picture what the character looks like in my mind and try to fit a name to it, then build their personality to match.
Lieutenant Susan Phillips watched the man toss and turn in his bed. As a nurse she’d seen it all before. He was young, tall and well toned, with sandy brown hair. All the men in the hospital were young. So many had come and gone. They had shattered arms, shattered legs, and shattered lives. They were the casualties of war. The jungles of Vietnam were sending them a constant stream of battered men.
The Arizona army hospital handled the hard cases. They rehabilitated the soldiers with the worst wounds, as best as they could, and then discharged them to an uncertain future.
This one was different. He had some minor burns, but other than that there was no sign of real trauma. He had been brought in without dog tags, so he was a John Doe. He lingered for days on the edge of consciousness, tossing, turning and sweating, but he would settle back down after a few minutes. Susan wondered what terrible thing he had gone through that kept his mind from letting him wake up and face it.
About the Author:
I started writing at a very young age, and was greatly encouraged by my teachers at school. One of my English teachers used to wade through the stack of papers that students would submit for writing assignments. She would find mine, and always read it first. That had a huge effect on me.
Now I am supported by family and friends who read my writings and leave me feedback.
I don’t seem to stick to a particular genre, but write the stories that I would want to read.
I hope you enjoy my efforts.