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So I'm so far behind on my Camp Nano project that it's not even worth trying to win this month, but that doesn't mean that I'm stopping, because I like what I've got and where it's going and it's got Morris, so it pretty much NEEDS to be finished.
Meanwhile, I have plans to post The Monsters of Moosic in September, or earlier if I get a definite rejection from the Mystery Option Behind Door Number Three. A few people still have the manuscript, I know, but I really do need to find a pro editor to look it over, as the former agent-shaped person is always right and also she is tapping her foot all the way in Chicago and I can *still* hear it in Pennsylvania. Heh.
(Seriously, though, need a pro editor to look it over. And to get my first payment from Amazon so that I can pay the editor. *sigh*)
I also need to edit the ever-loving FUCK out of The Grand Prize Winner, because if I can actually get that one fixed and done next, that'll go up. And then hopefully I can get Double Down done and edited, and The Vampires of Vandling finished and edited, etc., etc., so it'll basically be me hopping from one 'verse to another if I play my cards right.
I'm just going to ignore the fact that Cigarettes And Shambles is 1/5 of the way done, and I started This Way To The Egress all over again with a much better and more pointed approach, as far as I'm concerned.
I think what's bugging me right now is that I have SO many things to work on and SO little energy when I get home from work to do it. I almost wish I'd get laid off again so I could focus on the writing. I feel like if I got laid off or fired or whatever it'd be the jolt to the system it usually is and I'd start writing like crazy like I always do.
Oh, and did I mention I ran into the guy who owns the building that the cafe is in? The cafe which I loved beyond all reason, which I based Tea and Strumpets on, and which closed up shop last year? And that the woman who owned it lived upstairs in an apartment and moved out after it closed? And that he offered me the apartment and that I'm currently grumbly that I can't afford to take it as it's just as big as mine and has a back porch AND a sunroom? Anyway. I only mention that because I told him about Heroine Addiction and he said he'd look it up on Amazon, and it was only after I walked away that I realized only an idiot would recognize Tea and Strumpets as Quotes, but -- sadly -- busier. Heh.
Meanwhile, I have plans to post The Monsters of Moosic in September, or earlier if I get a definite rejection from the Mystery Option Behind Door Number Three. A few people still have the manuscript, I know, but I really do need to find a pro editor to look it over, as the former agent-shaped person is always right and also she is tapping her foot all the way in Chicago and I can *still* hear it in Pennsylvania. Heh.
(Seriously, though, need a pro editor to look it over. And to get my first payment from Amazon so that I can pay the editor. *sigh*)
I also need to edit the ever-loving FUCK out of The Grand Prize Winner, because if I can actually get that one fixed and done next, that'll go up. And then hopefully I can get Double Down done and edited, and The Vampires of Vandling finished and edited, etc., etc., so it'll basically be me hopping from one 'verse to another if I play my cards right.
I'm just going to ignore the fact that Cigarettes And Shambles is 1/5 of the way done, and I started This Way To The Egress all over again with a much better and more pointed approach, as far as I'm concerned.
I think what's bugging me right now is that I have SO many things to work on and SO little energy when I get home from work to do it. I almost wish I'd get laid off again so I could focus on the writing. I feel like if I got laid off or fired or whatever it'd be the jolt to the system it usually is and I'd start writing like crazy like I always do.
Oh, and did I mention I ran into the guy who owns the building that the cafe is in? The cafe which I loved beyond all reason, which I based Tea and Strumpets on, and which closed up shop last year? And that the woman who owned it lived upstairs in an apartment and moved out after it closed? And that he offered me the apartment and that I'm currently grumbly that I can't afford to take it as it's just as big as mine and has a back porch AND a sunroom? Anyway. I only mention that because I told him about Heroine Addiction and he said he'd look it up on Amazon, and it was only after I walked away that I realized only an idiot would recognize Tea and Strumpets as Quotes, but -- sadly -- busier. Heh.
