I am a deep thinker sometimes. I contemplate far into the future and try to make plans. I never thought I’d be a little OCD about it, but the older I get the worst I become. I sort of face a new year with trepidation. What will happen in 2014?
When it comes to writing, I know I will be busy. I have enough work already on my plate to keep me going until 2015! And while I’m talking about it, I am not a lazy person. I do not really procrastinate as regularly as I sound like I do. Even when I am not writing physically, I am writing in my head.
I love to write. Have I told you that? Friends have asked me where I get my ideas, and I have to say, ideas are everywhere. It is not a matter of never having a new idea. It is a matter of finding time to write them all down.
Brandon Sanderson said in one of his workshops that he keeps a file called something like “cool things that have to go into a book”. I think all writers should have one of those. I know I do.
So, what will 2014 hold? Well, I am fast into a novella (it feels short, like I said) about an apolcalyptic tale where a woman seeks her child-and it is consuming me at the moment-(and since agents are NOT interested in this sort of story or so I’ve heard)-then it will definitely be a self-pub. Then too, Loran Rudder and the Secret Key is nearing completion and will be out in time for a beach read next summer. And guess what? LRATSK is going to be a series. Yes, you heard it here first. And also, don’t forget, The Magic Scarf is hanging out on the back burner, as my best book ever. My kickass English teacher editor is editing it for me a bit at a time, and she swears it will be my breakout novel because it is sooooo nouveau.
I have had a Christmas story every year for about three years now and there just is NOT one in me this time. Probably because I have so much going on already. See above.
I am considering getting my rights back to the Shannon Wallace series and revamping it as self-pubs. My contract has surely run out by now on at least Avenging Angel. I think it could be so much better. If I had known writing things then like I know now…
And that’s about it. So many books. So little time.