Things got rather quiet around here. Not just here, but also in my head. Second time in a year-- the only two times in my life-- I unable to even think about thinking about fiction. Last time was because of my allergies. This time was Attack of the Giant Grad School Course.
This course has consumed me with readings and writings, none of which are fictional and few of which are nearly as much fun as writing a snarky, innuendo-laced scene with my favorite fictional female. Luckily, the end is in site. The hurricane is moving off shore. And, hopefully, within the next week, I hope to return to the fiction that got tossed aside like storm debris.
I have a novel waiting for the climatic ending. And a couple short stories in the works.
The hard part will be trying to pick off where I left off. I'm not so concerned about trying too hard to remember what I had originally been planning to do. However, I do want the story to make sense and not take some silly turn in the middle because I don't remember what I was setting up later.
Also, in the coming weeks, we should see the publication of brand new Bo Fexler short story. If I can finish the novel, I'll call this a successful summer.
Monday, August 3, 2009
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I miss you when you are gone.
I am on page 243 and thinking it will be over in 25 pages. Is it any better or more likely to be published than the last book. I have no idea.
Sometimes finding the time to write is overshadowed by other things that appear to be more important. That happens to me all the time. I have writing to do that languishes as I write this comment. I'm going off for two weeks soon to just write and finish my manuscripts, articles and perhaps relax a wee bit.
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