I’m going to get the more negative part out of the way. The paranormal thriller I’m writing is REALLY driving me crazy. Typically, I’d be over a hundred pages on a writing project, but I just broke 60. The chapters are shorter, story is more concise, atmosphere a bigger focus, and it’s so far out of my wheelhouse that I can’t go barreling through. I probably spend most of my energy keeping my fantasy author habits in check. At this point, I don’t know if I’ll get it done by Friday. I want to because that leaves me with 2 weeks of having the house to myself and working on Legends of Windemere Book 11. It’s bizarre here because I enjoy the story and the idea, but it’s a mental marathon to write this thing. The chaos of upcoming events and a laptop issue didn’t help, but I can still feel the pressure when writing. It’s also possible that writing a story with a depressed, fragile main character might not be a smart idea considering my more recent moods and mindsets. I might be doing a little damage here.
*Break to figure out why I hear confusion in the next room*
Where was I? I have no idea. It’s been another week where I know things happened and I can barely recall them. I’m lacking the ability to absorb events. So much noise and chaos around me when I all I want is calm. We all know my song and dance here, so I’ll skip the usual. Though that doesn’t leave me with much else. Books have been selling meh and I’m too burned out to figure out any fun marketing thing.
I want to do a TWUBS chat at the end of the month as a celebration of the upcoming release of Ichabod Brooks & the City of Beasts. It won’t only be about that, but I want to do an interactive event. I’m thinking either Saturday or Sunday night from 7-11 PM EST again. The midday, midweek, mid-month one only had 2-3 people for a bit of the time. I can’t get the time to do it during the day on a weekend either. At least not this month. So that’s something to keep an eye out for.
An old idea is rearing its head in my mind again. Not sure I should talk about this particular albatross again. The whole thing is confusing and has at times rolled into a ‘series’ longer than Legends of Windemere. Hard to really say since every book was dealing with a different hero, adventure, and villain. Only the opener and the two book finale had a group event. Long time followers might already know what I’m talking about and fleeing. That’s why I’m keeping my mouth shut until I get to think more about this.
Next weekend is going to be really busy, so I don’t know how often people will hear from me while I try to get the story done. Then again, I have a 6 pack of Redd’s Green Apple Ale and a 12 pack of Sam Adams Porch Rocker. Think I have some whiskey around here too and it feels like it might be one of those weeks . . . months . . . . Basically, fuck you and your sadistic machinations, 2015. At least something is going right and I’ll mention it when I figure it out. The son has been 95% healthy this year. Yesterday’s Sleeper of the Wildwood Fugue quote tweets were fun.
What to do this week?
- Happy Mother’s Day.
- Finish writing the first draft of paranormal thriller. Not sure what to do after that.
- Write the last few June blog posts.
- Ponder the revival of the old idea.
- Take an axe to the phone.
- Ride the bike when I can. To be honest, the desire has not been there lately, but I still do it.
- Market book, I guess. Out of ideas on that front. Brain can’t dream up guest post topics and no idea where to go for interviews. Think I’m just burned out on that front. Don’t even get me started on how to get reviews. This far into a series makes that a headache.
- A family thing that people don’t want me to talk about here.
Going to end with a short Mother’s Day story:
I was getting my son to fill out the cards and writing the appropriate name on the envelope. Well, he got confused and ‘Mommy’ became ‘Mommny’. So now he keeps saying the word ‘Mom-mny’.