I’m on hold from editing my next book, while the muse takes hold and pushes me through another novel. It’s a crime thriller, four chapters in, and I have to pull together the events for chapter five. I’ve never lacked for good ideas, they come too fast for me at times that I can scarcely get them all down. I’m not participating in any of the contests out there, or online sites, or any campaigns to save other writers. I’m pushing all that aside as distractions I can no longer afford. My soul, their souls, mine done got saved and their’s is damned. (Grammar, I know, but I meant to say it the way I said it. I can do that here and get away with it.)
I’ve been getting some interesting rejection slips lately. Not the form rejection slips I used to get, but a more personable rejection slip that says I’m interesting, but I haven’t shown them something they can stand behind. That’s after two mailings. I’m taking it to mean I have to keep on plucking away, but pluck in different directions. That’s why my goal for the next twelve months is pull three fully fleshed novels out of my magic hat. Each novel takes me in different directions, stretching my writing chops, though I will have to pin myself down to one specific genre once I’m published by one of the big boys.
It’s time for my second cup of coffee. Hang on.
Pour a hot cup of coffee, and then put an ice cube in it. Better than an IV push.
The holiday season is upon us. I have my turkey, with all the fixings. Though I can’t say I’m looking forward to Christmas this year. My money is tighter than yours. I can only hope to make it into January without the holiday ripping me a new one. Still no snow, and for that I’m grateful, but my massive garden is worried. I also curbed my need for oil to heat my house. No more oil, no more of my money funding the Middle East, though I still have to drive my car twelve miles one way for groceries. Still, I’m taking positive steps to keep all of my money here in the US, reduce global warming, and not worry about my future. I saving money in the long run, which is always a good thing in tough economic times. I voted for Obama, so I’m anxious to see how the next four years, next eight years, will play out.
Labels: coffee, crime thriller, editing, grammar, holiday, turkey, writing
