Image courtesy of Gilles Roman Soilworker Artist
I haven’t posted in a while not because I haven’t had much to say, but because life has intervened. For example, I spent an awesome four days visiting my bff in Maryland, celebrating his 50th birthday, watching guy movies, watching sports, going to the local RenFaire and doing guy things (throwing axes, knives, throwing stars, hatchets, drinking way too much, and eating cheesecake on a stick, which I’m sure many insurance carriers have already ruled an “unacceptable health risk”), going to museums–in short, having an awesome time while reminding myself what great friends I’m lucky enough to have.
And there’s been personal nonsense of which I’m sure you have little to no interest.
But on the positive side, I’m still writing. Not as fast as I want, but regularly, and determinedly. I completed and posted to Wattpad a short story of my mystery solving team Tosh and Zack, “The Red-head Experiment”; surf on over and check it out if you’re interested and please, do feel free to leave comments.
I’m also plugging away on my other two novels: The science fiction/urban fantasy, and the young adult steampunk (but with a twist!) one. The latter is the one that’s consuming me the most; I don’t know if anyone will like it or want to read it, if any agents or publishers will be interested, but I’m very much loving the story and the characters that I’m discovering. I’m up to just under 18,000 words, the plot is clear in my head, the main characters are fun to write, and if I’m lucky maybe I’ll have another 60,000+ word novel finished by the end of the year. (In a world I truly believe is unique–a very definite twist in the usual steampunk scenario. Which my friend Tim calls “the eurotrash of science fiction”.)
It’s a yarn, and I do love me a good yarn. I will never be Pynchon or Hemmingway or Poe or Dickens; if I’m lucky, I’ll be (a very very unsuccessful) Steven King, style-wise. A writer of yarns; a teller of tales. Ones that I hope very much folks enjoy.
It’s rough sledding sometimes, raising two “special needs” kids, holding down a fulltime job, and trying in my copious free time to be a fiction writer. But I’m trying and, if I manage to entertain even one person (beyond my personal circle of friends), I will have succeeded. Truly.