Another chapter down, another step closer to publication. Tonight there will be the largest chapter of Part Three, but this one is clean, it’s good, and I don’t believe I’ll have a lot of work ahead of me.
Tonight will be a good night.
I had a little talk out last night about the fears I was feeling, the ones I spoke of yesterday. That’s pretty much past now, because why dwell on it? The novel will sell, or it won’t. If I’m going to freak over the fact that the hard work will amount to nothing in return–that’s the curse of every creative project. The world is full of people who’ve been ignored by the Honey Boo Boo crowd, and given that most people these days feel that entertainment is too–what’s the phrase? Oh, yeah: Hard to Understand, don’t expect to see trends change anytime soon.
So keep on keeping. It’s what keeps the dream alive.
Speaking of dreams, I’m already thinking about what comes next.
I have two works lined up that could be ready to go by the middle of the summer. In June I will write something for Camp NaNo–yes, I’m going to find a cabin and hang with my gurlz while I write tales of sexual depravity–but the rest of the time can be spent on editing and ebook formatting. While I want to keep the new material coming, I need to get the old out, least they just sit there and sing Pictures of Lily while I stare at their unpublished goodness. (If you know your Who, you’ll get the reference. If not, just ask.)
Replacements I’ve just finished editing, and it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to get it out. It’s one of the stories I have on tap to publish this year, and it could be a quick, easy turn around for me because of the length. But there’s another I want to get out as well, and it’s been waiting in the wings for a year to see the light of day–
I’m talking Couples Dance.
This strange little novel was something I sent out almost a year ago, with no comments from the publisher beyond asking to see the full manuscript. I’ve contacted them a couple of times since then, and there will be a third time, after which I’m going to put the ball in play and get it ready for my own publishing attempt.
Being a short novel I can sell it at novella prices, and being that it’s erotic horror–is that such a thing?–that could make it even more of a draw than my other stories. Yes, I’m already thinking marketing, because there is sex inside, but there’s also a couple of visits to the library, and not to do the hot looking girl in glasses on the shelf where Poe is kept. This means the people looking for hot, non-stop sex will have to take a break a read a chapter where someone is tortured–
Oh, did I say that? My bad.
Anyway, the road trip continues.
Looks like I’ll be pulling into The Stanley next . . .