I’ve been quiet over here at the little website, but that’s mostly because I was busy crushing a deadline like a champ. At ~56K words, my second short story collection is complete and it is looking rather gorgeous.
After some hemming and hawing, it looks like the next project will, indeed, be a second collection of short stories. And why not? At 40K words and counting, it’s all ready robust enough to stand on its own, and once it is wrapped up the collection will be twice the length of my previous collection, Now That We’re Alone.
An added bonus? This new collection all ready has an interested party . . .
At The End of The Day I Burst Into Flames is finished (and under contract with Journalstone/Bizarro Pulp Press) and though it must still be ushered into the second stage of its life, I am now faced with developing one of many existing manuscripts to a point of completion:
- a follow-up collection of short stories, one which has all ready eclipsed the length of Now That We’re Alone. Like the last collection, there’s a bit of everything included, but the overall theme seems to be . . . body horror.
- a novella (approaching novel-length) crime fiction/kaiju monster mash up.
- an apocalyptic sci-fi, the third (and final) entry into my unofficial “Cyclical Narrative” trilogy that began with Necrosaurus Rex and At The End of The Day . . .
- a full-length mystery about an amateur sleuth in the throes of early-onset Alzheimer’s.
Okay, so I’ve been noodling away at this screenplay, and it’s a horror movie. Now, there are times when I have to write in complete silence, but holy cow do some tunes saddle up right nice to screenplay writing. For this project, I thought listening to John Carpenter scores would be the sure thing. However, I was wrong.
This flow has been achieved in no small part to John Harrison’s excellent work on the Creepshow score.
I think every “How To” book–about writing, specifically–should be read with at least one slice of steaming hot skepticism. And most of them amount to “How I Did It” instead of being a real “How To,” anyway. You’ll notice some overlap if you leaf through enough of these types of books, but it usually amounts to stuff like:
Read lots of books, especially ones that are like what you want to write
Write often enough to actually finish a manuscript
We did it! You and I, together . . . it was a lot of sweating and screaming but once it started to crown we POPPED that sucker right out and into the world. There was much rejoicing. And exhaustion.
The novella is super close to completion. I started the manuscript, last year, and I’ve been coming back to it off and on for the last several months when I could get a break from Rooster, et al.
It’s a “love” story, I guess you could say. A bit more about love than what you’d expect from something labeled as such. Oh, and the violence and sex is a bit more amped up. But that’s practically a life metaphor. Or it’s the residual effects of all the exploitation cinema and pulp novels I’ve consumed. Probably the latter.
The title is At The End of The Day I Burst Into Flames and the story concerns itself with the final, meandering thoughts of a man who is in the throes of spontaneous combustion. As good a time as any to re-examine the loves in one’s life.