Where Space Janitor started

I wrote a novel. Like most first novels, it was bad. But I loved the story, and I didn't want it to stay bad, so I started rewriting it. And that got old, really fast. I mean, I already told the story, it's hard to get excited about telling it again.

So one day, I was messaging my sister. And she told me she'd read a blog about an author who had made good money writing SF Romance. So, as a joke, I started writing a scene that I called Triana Moore: Space Janitor. Triana was a bot jockey, a code wrangler, a maintenance nerd. She programmed the cleaning robots for a really upscale space station in a galaxy far, far away. One day, Triana's bot runs into a dead body. Then I wrote another scene, where she meets the shiny investigator.

Really, it was just a joke. I sent the pages to my sister, and she thought they were funny and told me “you have to write this.” I laughed. But Triana wouldn't leave me alone. She kept sneaking into my brain. So I wrote her. And put the book away.

Then my sister started writing. She writes Space Opera. And she published. And I thought, “I can do that! I shouldn't leave poor Triana in the hard drive, just collecting e-dust.” So in a few weeks, she'll make her debut.