I'm totally torn on what to do for NaNo.
You see, I've been reading that forgotten fantasy I wrote. It's like reading a new book, but I can see where I can make it better. A new beginning. Some added scenes. And of course, finishing it. My brain is playing with the idea of expanding this one book into several books, but we'll see.
But I'm also entertaining the idea of writing another Dennis Haggarty. Series sell better when there are at least three books. And I already have the basic premise.
And I could also write the next SCIU novel. That one would be book 4. I started a book 4 in this series already, but I'm not sure if I want it to be the 4th book or if another book should come next.
After my creativity being a veritable wasteland this year, I'm getting inundated with new ideas. Not a bad thing, but definitely not a good thing considering NaNo approacheth. I'm like a dog that's just had a handful of balls thrown into the yard. Not sure which one to chase and left dashing all higgledy-piggledy. Picking this one up and dropping it in favor of the next and the next and the...
Argh.
Most likely, I'll ignore the NaNo rules and work on Untitled Fantasy. (Drop the MG part, because I'm not sure this meets the requirements for MG. It's a bit too dark. If you want to see a snippet of it, drop by Silver's blog and see my comment there.)
Or maybe I'll set the fantasy aside and work on one of the other two. Argh.
Wednesday, October 30, 2019
Monday, October 28, 2019
Sleeping Ugly Sale
Time for another sale. Actually, this one started Friday and runs through Halloween night. But right now, Sleeping Ugly is on sale for only 99c (or 99p if you're buying in the UK).
Sleeping Ugly is the first in a trilogy - if I ever get the other two finished and published - but there's really not a cliffhanger ending there. You can read this without wanting to stick a knife in my forehead. Honest.
Right now, the series is in a bit of a circular limbo state, though. It's hard to get motivated to work on the other two when the first isn't selling so well. On the other hand, the first might sell better if I published the other two. At this point, I'm looking at next year. Book Two (Ugly and the Beast) is written all the way through. Book Three (Cinder Ugly) is in the early stages of a first draft.
Anyway, SU is fun and snarky. The people who have read it have loved it. So, now's the time to give it a whirl.
Enjoy!
Sleeping Ugly is the first in a trilogy - if I ever get the other two finished and published - but there's really not a cliffhanger ending there. You can read this without wanting to stick a knife in my forehead. Honest.
Right now, the series is in a bit of a circular limbo state, though. It's hard to get motivated to work on the other two when the first isn't selling so well. On the other hand, the first might sell better if I published the other two. At this point, I'm looking at next year. Book Two (Ugly and the Beast) is written all the way through. Book Three (Cinder Ugly) is in the early stages of a first draft.
Anyway, SU is fun and snarky. The people who have read it have loved it. So, now's the time to give it a whirl.
Enjoy!
Friday, October 25, 2019
Well, Derp
So, I went to the NaNoWriMo site. Of course, I'd forgotten my password and had to reset it. I couldn't even remember the last time I did NaNo.
Literally.
According to the NaNo site, I wrote a YA Fantasy in 2013. I don't even remember writing a YA fantasy, but according to them, I won with over 51K words. For a moment, I wondered if someone had hacked my NaNo and written a book under my name. Seriously. But that's not bloody likely, so I checked the keeper of all things - my blog. Sure enough, back in 2013, there I am talking about this YA fantasy I was working on in November of that year.
I had no clue. I eventually found it in a file marked Untitled YA Fantasy. Derp. Naturally. I opened the file and started to read it. I only vaguely remember it, but more like a book I once read than a book I freakin' wrote.
I jumped to the end. Sure enough, never finished it. I left myself with a note to figure out what the MC's decision is.
Needless to say, I'm mortified. I can't believe I wrote 55K words on a book and I don't even remember doing it. Couldn't tell you what the plot is. Don't remember the characters. Don't remember the world. I'm searching my memory banks and it's just not there.
Brain damage. That's all I can throw out in my defense.
Of course, 2013 was the year I moved and a lot of crap was going on - most of which I don't remember either.
It's like forgetting one of your children. Lucky for me, I only have one. Kind of hard to forget one. Books? I've published 13 and written at least a half-dozen I haven't published. So, this one apparently fell into the black hole of my brain. And right now, I do not have time to think about it or look at it. I'm supposed to be getting myself in a place where I can write a new book.
Hopefully, this new one will be memorable. Derp.
Literally.
According to the NaNo site, I wrote a YA Fantasy in 2013. I don't even remember writing a YA fantasy, but according to them, I won with over 51K words. For a moment, I wondered if someone had hacked my NaNo and written a book under my name. Seriously. But that's not bloody likely, so I checked the keeper of all things - my blog. Sure enough, back in 2013, there I am talking about this YA fantasy I was working on in November of that year.
I had no clue. I eventually found it in a file marked Untitled YA Fantasy. Derp. Naturally. I opened the file and started to read it. I only vaguely remember it, but more like a book I once read than a book I freakin' wrote.
I jumped to the end. Sure enough, never finished it. I left myself with a note to figure out what the MC's decision is.
Needless to say, I'm mortified. I can't believe I wrote 55K words on a book and I don't even remember doing it. Couldn't tell you what the plot is. Don't remember the characters. Don't remember the world. I'm searching my memory banks and it's just not there.
Brain damage. That's all I can throw out in my defense.
Of course, 2013 was the year I moved and a lot of crap was going on - most of which I don't remember either.
It's like forgetting one of your children. Lucky for me, I only have one. Kind of hard to forget one. Books? I've published 13 and written at least a half-dozen I haven't published. So, this one apparently fell into the black hole of my brain. And right now, I do not have time to think about it or look at it. I'm supposed to be getting myself in a place where I can write a new book.
Hopefully, this new one will be memorable. Derp.
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Wednesday, October 23, 2019
Up to my armpits in spreadsheets this morning. Talk amongst yourselves.
Monday, October 21, 2019
Writing Was Easier Before
I made a comment on a friend's blog the other day - Writing was so much easier before I started worrying about publishing.
And the more I thought about it, the truer it seemed. Before I started publishing, I just wrote. I mean, publishing was always the end goal, but there was so much between writing and publishing - landing an agent, finding a publisher, editing, hoop jumping, etc. - that I never really let the idea of publication get in my way. It would either happen or it wouldn't.
Now? It feels like I have to worry whether every word I write is publishable. If this is something anyone will want to buy. If I'm going to hit the market with the right thing at the right time. And then, I have to think about getting on my editor's schedule and whether I can pay her. And I have to think about whether my artist will have room for me in her schedule and paying her. (Last I knew, she was booking cover art for the middle of next year.) Formatting. Marketing. Reviews. Business stuff instead of creative stuff.
The stuffs are all very heavy. And I feel like the weight of it all might've crushed me flat. Flat words, flat prose, flat descriptions... flat books filled with flat stories.
The other day I might've mentioned I was working on a short story. Kind of a Christmas thing set in the genie world. Oh, it's a great idea and I was tapping out words again. Then it occurred to me that even if I get this finished, I would still need a cover, and like I said, my cover artist for that series is booking for next year. And the word tapping died. Literally just withered up and died. The ideas are still there, but the will to write them dried up.
I used to write scads of words. On a good day, I am capable of cranking out like 1500 words an hour. This year? Even the crickets don't want to talk to me.
So, there's NaNo, or some form of it, fast approaching. It would be good for me. To just write with wild abandon like I used to. Write without worrying whether any of it will be publishable. Write without caring whether anyone will buy it or read it, love it or hate it. Write without thinking whether the book will be in one of my current series. Without having to think whether the characters are behaving the way they've always behaved in earlier books. No researching. No flipping back through series bibles to maintain continuity. Just words on paper building a totally new story.
I'm still not sure whether I'm going to do it, but it's getting more attractive by the day. It's like the idea of jumping on the back of a fast horse and just letting her run to wherever she wants to go - no saddle, no reins. Clutching her mane and squealing in delight (or sheer terror) as she flies over the ground.
Now, I just have to keep myself from thinking about it too much or worrying about it at all. If I'm going to do it, I need to wipe my brain clear of all the publishing stuff and just write.
Won't that be grand?
And the more I thought about it, the truer it seemed. Before I started publishing, I just wrote. I mean, publishing was always the end goal, but there was so much between writing and publishing - landing an agent, finding a publisher, editing, hoop jumping, etc. - that I never really let the idea of publication get in my way. It would either happen or it wouldn't.
Now? It feels like I have to worry whether every word I write is publishable. If this is something anyone will want to buy. If I'm going to hit the market with the right thing at the right time. And then, I have to think about getting on my editor's schedule and whether I can pay her. And I have to think about whether my artist will have room for me in her schedule and paying her. (Last I knew, she was booking cover art for the middle of next year.) Formatting. Marketing. Reviews. Business stuff instead of creative stuff.
The stuffs are all very heavy. And I feel like the weight of it all might've crushed me flat. Flat words, flat prose, flat descriptions... flat books filled with flat stories.
The other day I might've mentioned I was working on a short story. Kind of a Christmas thing set in the genie world. Oh, it's a great idea and I was tapping out words again. Then it occurred to me that even if I get this finished, I would still need a cover, and like I said, my cover artist for that series is booking for next year. And the word tapping died. Literally just withered up and died. The ideas are still there, but the will to write them dried up.
I used to write scads of words. On a good day, I am capable of cranking out like 1500 words an hour. This year? Even the crickets don't want to talk to me.
So, there's NaNo, or some form of it, fast approaching. It would be good for me. To just write with wild abandon like I used to. Write without worrying whether any of it will be publishable. Write without caring whether anyone will buy it or read it, love it or hate it. Write without thinking whether the book will be in one of my current series. Without having to think whether the characters are behaving the way they've always behaved in earlier books. No researching. No flipping back through series bibles to maintain continuity. Just words on paper building a totally new story.
I'm still not sure whether I'm going to do it, but it's getting more attractive by the day. It's like the idea of jumping on the back of a fast horse and just letting her run to wherever she wants to go - no saddle, no reins. Clutching her mane and squealing in delight (or sheer terror) as she flies over the ground.
Now, I just have to keep myself from thinking about it too much or worrying about it at all. If I'm going to do it, I need to wipe my brain clear of all the publishing stuff and just write.
Won't that be grand?
Friday, October 18, 2019
To NaNo or Not NaNo, That is the Question
That time is fast approaching, when thousands of people all over the nation... world?... sit down and attempt to tap out 50K words in 30 days. Yes, I'm talking about NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).
Yes, yes, I know, I know. Fifty thousand words does not a novel make. But it's a damn good start. Or it's a first draft that will be fleshed into a novel-sized book eventually. The point isn't to have a completed book in month. Not to me, anyway.
For me, the point of NaNoWriMo (NaNo for short) was to see if I could do it. Could I train myself to write 1666 words a day for 30 days straight? Could I write to a deadline, even if it was self-imposed? Was this writing thing more than just a lark?
My first NaNo wasn't 'official'. I didn't sign up for the site. I wasn't accountable to anyone but myself - which was kind of the point for me. But I did it. I sat down and banged out a book. The next year, I signed up and did it for reals. And the next year. Somewhere along the way, I was too busy to do it in November, so I did it December and called it HoHoWriMo. I've done it in other months, too. Because there are times when I needed to sit my ass down and write a damn book, so I took the skills I'd taught myself during November and applied them.
Now, with the way my writing has gone this year, I'm wondering if I don't need to relearn that old discipline. Commit myself to writing a book in November, whether I feel like it or not. Just do it already and quit my bitchin'.
I have two weeks from today to decide. Two weeks from today will be November 1st. Gah, where did the year go?? :shudder:
Other people have already decided to take it on. They've already got a book in mind. They're already plotting, so that when the starter pistol is fired, they'll be banging out words. Umm, yeah, that never worked for me. So, sometime between now and Halloween, I'll decide whether to do this and when All Saints Day arrives, I will or I won't be sitting down and seeing what falls out of my head.
I'll let you know. Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, are you thinking about doing NaNo this year? Have you done it in the past? How'd it go for you? Do you plan ahead or do you just let it fly when 11/1 arrives?
Yes, yes, I know, I know. Fifty thousand words does not a novel make. But it's a damn good start. Or it's a first draft that will be fleshed into a novel-sized book eventually. The point isn't to have a completed book in month. Not to me, anyway.
For me, the point of NaNoWriMo (NaNo for short) was to see if I could do it. Could I train myself to write 1666 words a day for 30 days straight? Could I write to a deadline, even if it was self-imposed? Was this writing thing more than just a lark?
My first NaNo wasn't 'official'. I didn't sign up for the site. I wasn't accountable to anyone but myself - which was kind of the point for me. But I did it. I sat down and banged out a book. The next year, I signed up and did it for reals. And the next year. Somewhere along the way, I was too busy to do it in November, so I did it December and called it HoHoWriMo. I've done it in other months, too. Because there are times when I needed to sit my ass down and write a damn book, so I took the skills I'd taught myself during November and applied them.
Now, with the way my writing has gone this year, I'm wondering if I don't need to relearn that old discipline. Commit myself to writing a book in November, whether I feel like it or not. Just do it already and quit my bitchin'.
I have two weeks from today to decide. Two weeks from today will be November 1st. Gah, where did the year go?? :shudder:
Other people have already decided to take it on. They've already got a book in mind. They're already plotting, so that when the starter pistol is fired, they'll be banging out words. Umm, yeah, that never worked for me. So, sometime between now and Halloween, I'll decide whether to do this and when All Saints Day arrives, I will or I won't be sitting down and seeing what falls out of my head.
I'll let you know. Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, are you thinking about doing NaNo this year? Have you done it in the past? How'd it go for you? Do you plan ahead or do you just let it fly when 11/1 arrives?
Wednesday, October 16, 2019
A Dennis Haggarty Mystery Sale
Good morning!
Starting today, both books in A Dennis Haggarty Mystery series are on sale for 99c/99p each.
Starting today, both books in A Dennis Haggarty Mystery series are on sale for 99c/99p each.
Here's the FB ad copy for today:
Big city cop. Small town murders. Starting today, get both books in A DENNIS HAGGARTY MYSTERY series for only 99c/99p each.
US: https://smile.amazon.com/gp/product/B07BTN1W19
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Dennis-Haggarty-Mystery-Book/dp/B07BNNDTLM
#mystery #murder #notcozy #ebooks #99c #99p
I didn't pay for any advertising this time, so we'll see how it goes.
The sale last through Tuesday of next week, so if you haven't read them yet, now would be the time. Or if you've only read Accidental Death, now's the time to get Natural Causes.
Enjoy!
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