The year is really winding down for me. Mostly due to my crappy Comcast broadband, which is being choked again–they seem to do this once a month, and since Christmas this sucker has been running so slow it’s difficult to get into sites that normally load in a few seconds. Ah, yes: I love it when monopolies hand out broadband like someone dishing out porridge to Oliver Twist. I mean, I only do everything on the internet these days, so what’s the big deal?
The Writing . . . ah, yes, the Writing. Another chapter down–number 20. 4 more to do in 4 days. Or maybe 5. I haven’t decided yet. But the time I crank out post 200 on Saturday I’ll know for sure. But yesterday, I did 4,500 words in two chapters, and it was nice and fast and never once did I feel like I was getting bogged. Whatever hump was messing with me must have vanished, or its at least decided to leave me alone.
The Work in Progress is coming along swimmingly. I pulled another 700 words or so from somewhere, and as of last night the WiP was up to a grand total of 11,111 words. Yeah, I like that number. I think the current section I’m in will finish quickly, then it’s on to another part that is, I think, going to be very sad to write, then two more sections after that and, boom! Another story bites the dust. What to do with that after that? We’ll see.
And that’s really the question that comes up in my mind–besides all the other kinky things. What to do with this? Self publish this not-so-short story? Should I? That would be the easy way to do it, but . . . I think not. It’s part of a series of stories I want to write, and part of that involves getting out my huge work in progress first novel. So that means I have a lot of work ahead of me if I want to edit and finish that sucker.
So far I’ve been lucky. I’ve gotten one story self published, and I did such a good job editing and formatting it that it bounced right up there without getting sent back to me as “This needs more formatting!” And the same with the erotic story I submitted and will be published in May. First time in, and I have a sale.
Am I gonna have that happen with my novel? Probably not.
That doesn’t mean I’m not going to try to get my work out there. 2012 is good for something besides the world coming to an end. (Wait, didn’t that happen twice in 2011? Or was it three times? Should I just forget the whole supermoon thing from back in March?) This is a time for change, it really is. I have a feel it’s all leading up to something, and that something will be–
Well, I don’t know if it’ll be good. But it’s going to be different.
And different, right now, beats the hell out of what I do have going on.