The Queue Grows

It never fails.  Seriously, it just never fails.  I get two or three days into a project (one that’s already got other projects lined up behind it, mind you), and I get an idea.  A big idea.  Possibly a great idea.

See, last Tuesday, I started work on a rewrite.  It’s an extensive rewrte, and it demands all of my concentration.  But then Thursday night, this amazing opening scene crashed into my head.  An interesting way to tell a novel followed right behind it, and soon I was at my laptop, pounding away on the keys to make sure the idea didn’t vanish.  That idea’s still sitting there, and it will probably sit there for a year before I can get to it.  It happens sometimes, but I think it’ll be worth it.

Ideas don’t collect dust.  They ripen.

At the grindstone

So here’s the part where I apologize for waiting until Thursday to update.  My original plan was to post some lovely pictures of the He Stepped Through and Darkness on the Edge copies I received last weekend.  Obviously, I didn’t do that.

I was at the grindstone.

All week, I’ve been preparing for a rewrite.  It’s not just any rewrite, at least it doesn’t feel that way.  This one feels important, and I’m determined to not go off half-cocked.  This one gets all the attention it deserves.  Now, I’ve been working on this bastard (this bastard being an outline and character descriptions) for a week, I have a notebook half-full of scribbles. 

This is all part of working toward The Big Goal.  Over the years, I’ve achieved lots of my other goals.  My first short story sale, my first pro-rate sale, my first anthology sale, the publication of my first novella and short story collection.  Later this year, I’m supposed to meet another goal when my first novel is published.  None of those are The Big Goal, though.

So what is?

Simple.  The Big Goal is to improve, to be the best writer I can be.  It’s unreachable, because I hope I’ll always be getting better.  The short stories I’ve written in the past year make half the prose in Broken Skin look like the ravings of a drunken spastic.  Part of The Big Goal is to make sure next year’s stories are even better.

So I stay at the grindstone, scribbling like mad, building momentum.  It’s like those first seconds of a funny car race, all smoke and squealing and smoking tires.  Soon, everything’s gonna catch, and then I’m off, flying straight for the finish line.

Until then, however, I keep spinning.  Keep working the grindstone.  There’s a goal out there, and it keeps moving.

Book and Website Updates

He Stepped Through is now available at Amazon, as well as Horror Mall.  They should be getting their copies soon, and then I’ll be asking everybody to post reviews. 

I’ve also gone through and updated the bookstore.  Pretty sure I trimmed all of the dead links out of it.  Was pleasantly surprised to learn there are at least three copies of Broken Skin still out there.

Not that anybody ever went there, but it appears my message board is closing down on Sunday.  If you want, come in and say goodbye.