A snippet for you… NaNoWriMo 2018 is just about on target. It’s been a bit of a struggle to stay on target so far. Balancing family responsibilities, home life, and work, has been a challenge. But the story is growing, slowly.
The ship was old, everyone on board had been born in space. Once sleek lines had been repaired and patched over generations, skills handed down from one generation to the next.
Human population was originally strictly controlled, while the DNA banks held a range of animals and plants they might need. If they survived. But now the population was dwindling with the birth rate failing to compensate for the deaths. They needed to reverse the trend, ensure there were enough people to sustain the new colony, when they arrived. If they arrived.
They had all but forgotten the destination, the journey had become everything.
Earth had burned, smothered in smoke and ash after the ring of fire had erupted. No-one knew if the planet survived, or if those on the ship were the last of the human race. But they kept on course, and hoped the target was accurate. They hoped the repairs and adjustments to the navigation system hadn’t taken them off course.
She slumped in the captain’s chair, exhausted. Gazing at the same, dimly lit displays, every day, her eyes itched. The other five bridge crew had a deck of cards and she let them play. There was nothing to do but watch the screens. If anything changed it would mean something needed repair. Nothing was meant to change during their lifetimes. They were simply watching for the last generation. Her children, or grandchildren would be the ones to see planetfall.