There has been a lot of playing around the last couple of days, and some yelling on the phone as well. Why would one be yelling on the phone? Because there’s someone on the other end who isn’t listening, that’s why. That’s all short-term nonsense, however, and I expect things to go back to some semblance of normal by the end of the week.
Or a black hole will open and suck me into another dimension. Anything’s possible at this point.
There’s been a lot of thinking going on between writing. Most of said thinking isn’t about the new story, because I know what’s happening with that, and since I’ve mind mapped the story and I know the ending, all that is required is getting the middle parts written. I’m into the sexy bits now, and while I’m only doing a thousand words a night, it’s fun getting into that stuff. Right now I don’t feel like doing more than a thousand a day, but the end is already in my head, and I’m guessing that the totally erotic stuff happening now is going to be good for another three, four thousand words.
There’s the nagging feeling that I want to get into another story, a different story, soon. I know I want to edit Replacements so I can get it ready for publishing, because the writing’s complete, it only needs a cover and some polishing and then it’s off to be self-published for fame and glory. Sure, that’s why I’m a starving artist, don’t you know?
Beyond that–well, I’m thinking of getting Couples Dance out and starting the work on that as well. Despite my emails I’ve heard nothing from the publisher that wanted a look at the manuscript, and I have to guess they’re either not interested, or they’ve went belly up. Now that story, it’s a strange one. If I can get that published alongside Replacements and Her Demonic Majesty, that’s three out of the four titles I set as a goal for this year, and it means there is still the possibility I can make Number Four happen before the end of the year.
There is the feeling, though–I want to do something science fictiony again. Yes, I have science fiction stories that I could either write or edit for publishing, but I want to get back out into space. I want to do something that is adventurous. I don’t know why I’ve had this feeling kicking me about the back of my mind of late, but when I’m looking at the desktop of my computer I see my 3D rendering programs, and I want to get into one and start playing about with ship designs and the such.
I want to jump back into the sci fi game. I want to do something that’s fun–maybe a bit of space opera wrapped up in some seriousness. I want to do it and keep it “short” and see if it touches my mind. I even have a character that would be perfect for this sort of story–
Maybe it’s time to pull her out and give her a run at the readers.