'Greetings, True Believers!
Sorry I missed last week's posting. I know your long weekend wasn't complete without it. Last weekend, I really wanted to take advantage of the extra free day to get some serious writer work done. It was a very productive weekend.
I have been keeping to my "keep writing the fun stuff" plan. I finally finished "Ivan v. Zyd: the 50-foot Chicken" and will be serializing it once the people at Clarkesworld, a science fiction magazine, reject it. That statement doesn't come from any sort of self-pity or pessimism. It's more about the mature of mainstream science fiction right now. The Ivan Chronicles don't really fit in with the kind of stuff that's out there. Not that what's out there is bad, it's just that it doesn't invest in stories like this. Nonetheless, Clarkesworld is a nice little rag that just might take a chance on a work like this. So we'll see.
Soooooo, I wrapped that up. I looked over some of the as of yet unwritten steampunk adventures of the crew of the USAS Mullen. I've put some stories on hold for quite some time. I mean, really, how do I not write things with titles like "The Wolves of Edinburgh" and "Revenge of the Squid Queen"? Right? Yeah, those are coming, eventually.
Of course, there's The Assassin's Table, which I'm still plugging away on. More to come next week.
And then it happened. I was just sitting there, listening to some music. Contemplating this that and the other. Jet bikes and rockets, rock n' roll and volcanoes, sunsets and surfing. Next thing I knew, I had spent two days of brain work on some notions and ideas, then something like a plot came together and... well... I may or may not have started another series of young adult adventure stories.
Yeah, I know, what the heck am I thinking? Am I even thinking? With the backlog of material I have, maybe I should focus on finishing a few more things. (Like a story with a kick ass title like "Revenge of the Squid Queen")
What can I say? I writer, especially one who isn't making a freaking living at it, needs to follow the excitement and the energy of the story. Yes, the old credo of finish what you start is important. But like I said, I've got a day job and writing is at its best when I feel that joy of making.
Not to worry, true believers, I'm still going to keep you knee deep in dieselpunk, because I'm not abandoning The Assassin's Table. This one's getting done. But don't be surprised if something all new shows up before the end of summer. Something totally different from anything I've done.
Something with jetbikes...