Which about sums up my lack of writing this year. But, be that as it may, I shall make a genuine effort at regaling you with tales of daring do, or rather, tales of from the deepest darkest cranny of my brain.
Anywho, it's been a very long while since I've told everyone what in the wide wide world of sports is going on with my writing, so I thought I would take the time by telling everyone what the agony of victory and the positive thrill of defeat is going on.
With that being said, let us get rid of said cliches and get on down to the nitty gritty of what's what with what.
shush, i am on a ron-a-roll here, so sit back and enjoy.
Line 21 has been out for about five and a half months now, and I'm very proud with the way things have been unfolding with it. While it has been a series of ups (out as an e-book and as print) and downs (having to shut down a book signing early due to complaints, and striking out at a few fairs because of the content), I am very proud of what I've accomplished for myself. No matter what else may happen in my writing career, I will always look back on this moment with an overwhelming sense of pride.
So if you haven't had the chance to check out a truly unique piece of quirky fiction that is a smidgen of romance, a smidgen of mystery, a large slice of paranormal fantasy, a healthy slathering of reconciling personal values with the real world and a positively overflowing wading pool of exploring the salacious side of life in all of its glorious excesses, here is a five page preview of what Line 21 is all about.
A Shadow Warrior's Redemption
Not much going on with this at the moment. I have three queries out and I'm doing a careful search and destroy for other publishers to query. I haven't forgotten about writing a few posts about it (much like I did with Line 21) but things have been a bit chaotic for the past few months in the real world and I simply haven't found the time to do the topic justice. As soon as I can find the time, I will write some very intriguing posts about it.
Time To Go
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about getting back into the swing of things with my writing. A few days later, I gave serious thought to what a particular commenter had said about always moving forward. I was already have second thoughts about merging my very decent chapbook into the slush novel of the same name, but this particular comment basically pushed me into the direction that I really needed to go in, but not with the item that I've been experiencing a major conundrum with ever since I started writing the damn thing.
My personal slush novel.
You know, the one that was inspired by a particular disgusting scene from an Australian crime movie in a genre that I have a love/hate relationship. Where I had taken pen to paper and wrote a particularly scathing blog post about back in 2011. The one that if it ever got published, people would look at me in a not-very-good-way.
Yes, that novel.
Last weekend (4/5-6), I took out that novel and spend the better part of the weekend getting in touch with my inner demons and the plot line. I did a little editing, took a few more notes, clarified a few others and thought, "WTF am I getting myself into?"
I eventually answered the question on Sunday while having lunch with the wife: I started writing down new character names in a memo pad. In front of my wife. You should know that in the almost 7 years that I've been writing, I have never, ever, ever written down anything related to a story in front of my wife. Ever.
I'm sure you're curious as to what I wrote, so I'll tell you, and afterwards, you can let your imagination run completely wild as to what kind of novel I'm actually writing.
Two of my lead characters were called Toi and Davy, which if you think about, aren't really fitting for a novel of this kind. So I changed them to Tomas and Dean.
Have fun. Nice shot man.