Spending time in other Dimensions, other Universes.

Three books, three different scenarios; two science fiction, and one a memoir.
The Oval prequel has me observing the alien female OvalChanHalach, Queen of the Ovals; her foibles, harsh reality, strong antagonistic sisters, and her failing Kril Army.  Led by her obstinate Celt KrilChan, who believes females are useless in war.  She strives for respect and love of her subjects.  The female mind is not that easy to write about, though the only thing in my favor is women and men never fully understand each other's motivations or feelings.  I've outlined the book, using mental baling wire to form individuals.  Hoping they will soon come to life and take off; going to places, doing things I never outlined.

The Dinarchy sequel isn't much easier.  The alien King of the Dinarchy Empire is a ruthless, conniving bastard, wanting glory, Dictatorship, and the Willows in the Dinarchy fearing his every glance.  This guy is a poster boy for all the Willows, hating a cease-fire being forced on them.  Wanting to go back to the old Kin-Days when they invaded, raped, and pillaged in a thousand galaxies.  Still outlining, but the Willows are forming faster than the Ovals in the prequel.  If I'm lucky they will begin to write their roles soon and let me go along for the ride.

The memoir I'm writing is based on my life, so it's free of fiction or bragging.  I do composites of characters and never use the real names of my enemies; or my friends.  I'll always know who they are and I'm not insufferable enough to think I always correctly remember their motivations, lives, and actions.  Memories are like a wave-particle in Quantum Mechanics, neither the same at the same time or place.  Most memories are a wild-ass-guess; that's why I've protected the ghosts.  I mainly want my descendants to see my cracks in my armor, the love I had for our family, my meanness, and rage that accumulated over the years.  I hope they understand.  No excuses, no whining, and only one regret.  That in my past regretting I could have better understood when I was wrong.