Here we are: three hundred and sixty-six days since my last post for December 31st. Strangely enough, that post was my two hundredth for the blog, while today’s will be number six hundred and three. That’s a lot of words between then and now; if I figure about five hundred words per post–because that’s my normal limit–today’s post will bring the total for the blog to two hundred one thousand, five hundred written words.
If only that were a novel, I might have something there.
It’s sort of a strange trip to be here today. When I hit my two hundredth post last year, I had no idea where this blog was going. I knew I wanted to write, but I wasn’t certain if I had anything to say. Some days I wake up and I’m still certain I have nothing to say, but I find a way to say these non-things. Whether you take them to heart, or just skip over my rantings as something some strange person is loading out there on a daily basis, I’m still sticking to my goal of writing each day.
I’d stated at one time that 2012 was going to see change. Well, it did, but not to the extent I thought it would bring. Yes, I have two novels out for consideration. Yes, I received a rejection. Yes, I’ve written three novel during the year–a couple were short, but novels nonetheless–and finished another.
Today I will start another story. I even know the opening line, because I started nagging me last night before I went to bed. I’ll write it and another thousand words today, then maybe do some more tonight. Then do some more tomorrow, and the day after that.
Sixteen chapters later I’ll finish my story, then move onto my next project. This is how I do it; this is what I do.
I know what my major goal for this year is–well, a couple anyway. One is get a novel published. I would still love to see some house, large or small, pick up one of my longer stories. I have all year to do that, I with my chops down in the development of the submission package area, I can give it a few more runs.
The other thing is to have some more self-published work. Replacements is going to be the first one, because it’s perfect for that sort of thing. Maybe I’ll do something like sell it for $1.99 and see if that brings people running. Or put up a tag saying, “The girls do lez stuff,” and hope I don’t have to smother someone with a pillow before they buy the story. (James Elroy reference, in case you were wondering.)
Onward into the ’13, ’cause it’s the only game in town. As my Muse told me, “You have to understand you’re an unknown, and building a reputation takes time.” Yep, I do know that. I’d use social media to try and, you know, build that reputation, but having to fight with pictures of cats and memes that make no sense really take their toll.
This is but one ending–
There’s still so much more to do.