That's me. I left my apartment twice, this weekend -- once to get milk and DP, once to check my mail. I could say I also went to do laundry, but since this floor's machines are right next door to my place, it'd be silly.
Normally, I use Sundays to hit a laundromat then go grocery shopping. And I take my laptop with me to write on, but I'm finding I don't get al that much done. Maybe an hour while washing, then the afternoon is taken up with straightening up and putting away groceries and crap.
Instead, this weekend I spent immersed in "The Vanishing of Owen Taylor" and found my way to a door that opened into the completion of the story. Oh, it's not done, yet, but I know what needs to go where and have the rest of the book ready to back it up.
So I'm on page 236 of maybe 375 pages, and it should still be under 100K in wordage, because the final solution simplifies everything...and yet, I think, still hits like a slap to the face. That's how it hit me. Guess I'll see if I'm right.
Or maybe I won't. I'm writing for a very niche market -- gay mystery novels. I might sell better if Tone was Tanya, but I tried doing that with a couple of scripts and they died in my heart. I do have some stories that work well as heterosexual -- "The Alice '65" being my latest. So do "Blood Angel" and "Brand of Justice". But I can't work on those till I'm done with at least a first draft of "Place of Safety".
Such is life in my world...or worlds.
Normally, I use Sundays to hit a laundromat then go grocery shopping. And I take my laptop with me to write on, but I'm finding I don't get al that much done. Maybe an hour while washing, then the afternoon is taken up with straightening up and putting away groceries and crap.
Instead, this weekend I spent immersed in "The Vanishing of Owen Taylor" and found my way to a door that opened into the completion of the story. Oh, it's not done, yet, but I know what needs to go where and have the rest of the book ready to back it up.
So I'm on page 236 of maybe 375 pages, and it should still be under 100K in wordage, because the final solution simplifies everything...and yet, I think, still hits like a slap to the face. That's how it hit me. Guess I'll see if I'm right.
Or maybe I won't. I'm writing for a very niche market -- gay mystery novels. I might sell better if Tone was Tanya, but I tried doing that with a couple of scripts and they died in my heart. I do have some stories that work well as heterosexual -- "The Alice '65" being my latest. So do "Blood Angel" and "Brand of Justice". But I can't work on those till I'm done with at least a first draft of "Place of Safety".
Such is life in my world...or worlds.
2 comments:
I've been trying to get some friends to read your books but they're resisting. They don't know what they're missing out on. Maybe it's just an Orlando thing but gay guys here don't like reading anything that isn't Harry Potter or Twilight. Just like my last two boyfriends. It's sad and tragic.
I'm sure it's frustrating but I hope you keep writing the stories you want to write and remember that you do have avid fans supporting you.
Thanks! Tell the "The Lyons' Den" is like Harry Potter re-imagined by a schizophrenic writer.
Naw...that's too close to reality for me.
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