You know it’s going to be a long day when I’m drinking coffee in the afternoon.
Working on a program and being up about four-thirty AM that morning put a thump on my head, and by one in the afternoon I was getting a cuppa, because I knew I was going to crash and burn if I didn’t. I made it through the afternoon, and I did so with a plan . . .
When I got home I waited for traffic to die down a little–I usually finish my walk from work by four-thirty PM, so it’s still rush hour out there–then I went out for a little shopping. I picked up a few things I needed, then headed over back across the river to the West Bank–as I’ve heard people at work call it–and hit my favorite Panera. I picked up a flatbread, some soup, and a smoothie. Oh, and I fired up my computer and pulled up something writing related, because if you aren’t writing you’re thinking about something writing related, yeah?
I got out my Idea File.
I said yesterday that I needed to start getting serious not just on writing, but on publishing. If you’re not publishing, you’re writing for yourself, and while that’s cool, I don’t have a problem with others doing that, it’s not what I’m doing. As a friend of mine posted on her wall the other day, “Some people dream of success, others make it happen.” Shit, dudes, that’s more true than you can imagine. If I wanna get those stories out there, they ain’t gonna publish themselves, are they? Just like my characters aren’t writing the story when I’m sleeping, otherwise my current novel would be finished . . .
But going through the Idea File was more than just deciding what to publish–I had to do something else . . .
I added a few statuses to the file. First, I have “Won’t Do”, and that’s pretty self-explanatory. There are some stories that, while the ideas are, or I should say were, great, I’m probably never going to write that particular tale. As I read somewhere the other day, being a writer sometimes means having to let go of the past, because you’re beyond that. On the Out was an idea I actually worked up through the 1990’s as a trilogy, and I really liked it–I even wrote about fifteen thousand words for it. But it’s dead. I’m never going there. I take that back: I won’t say never, but I don’t think the story would be that good if I wrote the sucker.
And the other two–simply couldn’t do them. Lorelei’s Lessons actually goes back to the summer of 2011, and I also wrote a few thousand words of that. But I didn’t feel what I was producing touched me, and I’ve never went back to it. Which is probably for the best.
So, what did I plan? Here it is:
Sometime after I get Act Two almost finished I’m going to start editing Kolor Ijo, which was my 2012 NaNoWriMo novel, and the followup to my story Kuntilanak. Yes–a sequel! It’s a good novel, a good story with good characters, taking place in Indonesia, a place few people really know. My plan is to get it done with editing and a cover and have it ready by the end of the year. Maybe like by the first of December, so all those people looking to blow money on gifts will send a few bucks my way.
Fantasies in Harmonie will come out in March the following year, and it’ll be under a different name ’cause it’s dirty. As in like there’s a lot of crazy sexy stuff going on. I gotta come up with a good, sexy, mistressy sort of author name for this stuff, because I do have a few strange erotica tales floating about. Just ask the people who’ve read them . . .
And last, Suggestive Amusements. I wrote that damn thing the summer of 2012, before writing Kolor Ijo, when I was doing time in Indianapolis and I truly thought I was going to lose my mind. I like the story, I like the characters, and I want it out. It’s as good a story as anything I’ve written, and a change of pace from the other two on the list.
There’s one other status I put up in my file: “Next”. As in, “What should I write after this monster I have now is done?” I’m going for Northern Lights. This means I can start thinking about the characters and locations and other important stuff like, you know, plot. That’s my plan, because I would love to write a horror story about three women roaming around Alaska. I mean, what could go wrong?
One thing I didn’t put here: I could always publish the various acts of The Foundation Chronicles–A for Advanced, as I’m going along. That could always come out when you least expect it . . .
There’s my plan, and I’m doing my damnedest to stick to it. Time to tell the world–
Cassie’s got some stories to sell.