A writer is the work, finished or not, published or not. It’s always the work, I think. If you’re lucky, after you die someone will read the work and in those moments you will exist.
Today is the first day of May. It is very, very nice outside. All the green is returning and flowers are blooming and the days are getting warmer. And, on top of all that, I’m receiving emails asking about the film/TV rights for my new collection, Nobody Gets Hurt and Other Lies. And from a very reputable company, to boot. Chances are, you’ve seen their handiwork.
This is exciting, while also not being that exciting. Let’s discuss!
Grind Your Bones to Dust is coming together very nicely. The first part (of four) was just wrapped up, Monday night. I sent the draft to an interested party on Tuesday. As with all things writing, now I wait. But that doesn’t mean I stop writing. And it certainly doesn’t mean I stop reading.
There had been a Facebook trend to list ten or so books (over the course of ten or so days) that you felt had lasting impact on you and your work. I didn’t partake in that when it was infecting the timeline like a malicious virus, but I’ll drop it here, all in one go, like a wicked 24-hour flu. For the really curious, I even took a picture.
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.
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.
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