I do apologize for my lack of posting over the weekend. Between fighting through a writing slump, trying to find a job, and doing some freelance web work for a client, I kind of had my hands full. You’ll have to take my word for it that that’s a good excuse.
So here are the highlights:
- I’ve introduced everyone and moved lots of people into place in my new project, which takes care of the boring, frustrated feeling I mentioned last time. It’s not that the writing or the plot is terrible, it’s just that exposition is essential, no matter how you spruce it up, and I get hung up on one or two sentences when someone has to walk in or out of a room. I keep thinking so much about what they’re doing once their in the room, that I don’t particularly want to go through the motions of writing the mechanics to get them there. There’s really no way to make “Serdaro walked into the kitchen” that exciting, unless I want him to go everywhere with jazz hands and a top hat. Well, now that I think of it…
- Because it’s May 1, I am experiencing my very first Beige Bar of Shame. I haven’t actually been selling books on a regular basis, due to
my aforementioned lack of publicity savvy, but the giveaways count towards my stats, as do purchases by family and friends. But I don’t have many of those left who haven’t already been
brainwashedkind and generous enough to buy a copy. It doesn’t really matter, in the grand scheme of things, but it’s a little depressing.
- I’m kind of realizing that one of the reasons I had a period of ennui, and why I found The Paper Flower so difficult to get through, is that there are certain things that make my little writerly heart light up with joy, like battles and noble heroism and people getting horribly jilted by traitorous lovers, and some things I just can’t stand, like detailed political intrigue and whiny rich people. So why was I trying to write about political intrigue and rich people? Does this make me narrow minded and shallow as an author? Or should I embrace what I’m good at? I kind of want to write the fantasy equivalent of the Richard Sharpe novels: somewhat more mainstream popcorn literature, basically. But like, good. Maybe under a pen name. I’m happy with where I’m going with SZ-K (although honestly, I’m probably going to change the name), but maybe when I’m done. We’ll see. There’s something to be said for trying to be commercially successful in order to support your other endeavors.
- Also, I am really good at making pizza.
So that about covers the weekend, I think. Stay tuned, at some point this week, for another “Anything You Can Do” post about evil women and why we love them.