I'll be the first to admit that I'm not much of a
blogger. Look, with thousands of blogs
out there, what I post is mostly white noise.
According to Writer's Digest and everyone who has recently discovered teh interwebz,
I'm supposed to be harnessing the immense power of Facebook and "The
Twitter" to inform people of just how witty and personable I am. This being a ploy to build my platform.
My issue is that if feels disingenuous. I don't feel that composing tweets instead of
writing manuscript pages is an effective use of my time. It's slimy, in a way. Like some gum-smacking salesman with slicked
back hair, trying to find any common ground with potential customers. Don't get me wrong, I want to communicate
with people, especially other readers and writers, but I want to do it in a
genuine way. Spending three hours a day
retweeting Ricky Gervais isn't going to accomplish that. Although, he does have some hilarious tweets.
Back to the land of writing.
Counting Crimes -- the manuscript formerly known as "Valley of the
Spun" -- is under evaluation by some of the publishing powers that be. I can only hope that further news is positive. At this stage of the project's life cycle (that
I like to call "Rejection and Tears") there isn't going to be much
actual writing. That means that I'll be
kicking off a new project very soon.
Like, today. Or something.
Which leads to the question of what to write. My issue isn't that I don't have any good
story ideas saved up, it's quite the opposite.
I've got loads, man. It becomes a
decision of what do I think will make the best novel, and it's a fun choice to
make. For me, this part of the writing
process is one of the most exciting.
I also have a few shorts making the rounds which I've
neglected lately. With any luck from
your favorite deity, I'll have some good news regarding some of these
stories. Until then, it's back to the
pages I go.
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