This was by far the hardest story I have ever written in my life. I am the biggest Buck Rogers fan in the world. I can't even begin to explain the impression he made on me as a 12 year old boy. He was my original inspiration to begin writing. I am a purist. I would never want to tarnish the Buck Rogers universe. When I began writing this, I had no intentions of having Buck be the cause of the holocaust. I intended him to be there, trying to stop it but failing miserably. When I posted the first two chapters, they were the only two chapters that I had written at the time. In fact, I made a comment to my wife when I posted them that I might be in trouble. I like to be at least 5 chapters ahead of the story before I start posting. Please believe me when I tell you that I didn't know it was going to end this way.
When I write, I don't know where the story is going to take me. I believe that the stories I tell are alive. They are as alive as you are. They tell me where they want to go. If I try to make the story go somewhere it doesn't want to go, then everything stops. That's why it took me so long to finish "Princess and the Please." When I allow the story to tell itself, then everything flows. The closer I got to Chapter 24, I had an inclination of where it was going, but when I actually got there…
Chapter 24 was THE hardest four pages I have ever written. I hope my pain is conveyed in the words. I know what Buck was going through, because I was going through it with him. I had no intention of having my boyhood hero destroy the planet. But in the course of the story, it was the only logical explanation. Please believe me when I tell you that I haven't had a good night's sleep since I wrote that chapter. Usually I lie in bed at night imagining the scenes of the next 2-3 chapters and getting an idea of where the story is going. That's all I get of my stories, little glimpses, before they actually come out. After I wrote chapter 24… I lie awake at night reliving what I wrote, unbelieving that I actually wrote it. In fact, it was the only time in my life that I've actually cried at something I wrote. This chapter really hit me hard, and I just want all of you to know that I did not post this lightly. It was the only way the story could go. That's where the story led me.
All I can say is, "I am truly sorry. Please stay with me." I've already started work on the next one, and I promise it'll be a little less heavy. It might not come as fast as this one has since my vacation is almost over (I'm a teacher!), but I'll try my best.
Thank you for all the reviews you have given me, both positive and negative. And together we will keep the Buck Rogers universe alive and well.
Sincerely your humble servant,
Keith M. Shaw