The Last Mustang, some musings on writing a novel of the future
May 1, 2018
The writers life is about editing. It’s that first line of defense before we let our manuscript loose into the hands of those who will give it a first reading. That first edit is a magical time because it’s when a writer discerns they either have something good, or they need to start all over again.
The editing I did last night on Book One of The Last Mustang, was exciting. This first book is titled, An Old Car and a Young Prophet.
The first thing I realized is now much of the plot line of this novel has come together. And so much of me is in this story. Just as it should be. One of the key ideas in the narrative is contained in this short paragraph below. The character who says it is Nathan. Nathan is a human male from another planet located in another universe. He speaks to Shawn, one of the chosen by the Prophet to preserve Western Civilization. Nathan has come to Earth to help us during a time of destruction (nature and human made) and chaos.
Nathan reached over to place his hand on Shawn's shoulder. “That is when the troubles began, my friend. The turning of human beings into things, into the material. You became only a body to consider. The great gendering, no male no female. No choices. No yin and yang. Just blandness." Nathan paused. "A man must fight the blandness.”
It’s my version of Thoreau’s famous line, “The mass of men live lives of quiet desperation.”
I began toying around with this novel's concept, some 40 years ago. Why did it take me so long to sit down and actually finish this first book? I needed more knowledge. More wisdom. Because what this book is thematically, is history and mythology and anthropology. The new science of the study of our DNA, and Voyager poised at the edge of deep space, and the Hadron Collider, and so forth, gave me so much more to imagine. The original question I had asked was this: how long would it take us to reach this point in our technology again if everything was stripped away? No electricity, no gas powered vehicles, no large farms to mass produce food, no drugs to help us live longer, how long would it take us to get that back once we had lost the capability to produce it?
It took us about 1800 years, between the fall of Rome and the industrial revolution, to get to a point where our current lifestyle is possible.
The other line of study, the anthropological one, made me ask this question. Did we have help from other life forms to bridge the gap between homo erectus and homo sapiens? And if so, who helped us?
My study of mythology helped me answer that question. The gods, the creators, both good and not-so-good, possibly came from other planets and/or universes. I don’t think they created the universe. I think they are advanced life forms, perhaps, as Michio Kaku posits, living eternally.
We won’t know the answers until we can live eternally. It’s one reason to have children, is it not? Our DNA carries our memories, both soul wise and physically. To cross the River Styx then may be the process of our souls transitioning to our descendants. Why else all these stories about gods and heroes? I suggest this is the way our ancients left us their stories.
Book One has a ways to go before it’s published. I will keep you updated.