I’ve debated over the last few weeks about my novel, Disunion By Force. I enjoyed writing it, editing it, and working on the cover, but I think it’s ran its course.
I hoped it would do well but I hasn’t. I’ll be pulling it from publication soon. I have copies of it so I can sell those. When they’re gone it will exist only for me and those who’ve read it.
I could have done things differently with the book. I should have left the original ending, shouldn’t have changed other things, but it’s done. I’m a better writer for growing through it.
Here’s where the change begins. I’ll be focusing solely on horror in writing and submitting. I learned that unless the people you talk to regularly read what you’re writing it will fail. Most of the people I talk to regularly are in the horror genre.
As Disunion goes away I’ll be pulling my collection from Amazon as well. That’s for other reasons and it’s something I meant to do a while ago.
I’m having trouble writing but I’m working my way through those issues.
I’ve been editing and writing my ass off the last couple of weeks.
This morning I got 1500 words on a novel and immediately afterward edited a short story for an anthology due on the 31st.
I have a short story out for a submission which I hope will get a yes.
This weekend I’ll be working my first event since October 24th.
I’m glad to be able work and that have to of doing it during Covid scares me but while my wife’s salary pays the bills, bartending keeps me sane. And my sanity has been frayed as of late.
Writing a novel, submitting short stories for anthologies and helping me wife have been my mainstays since my last event. While I’m looking forward to do an event I’ll be masked and gloves for it.
This year has been unlike any other but I’ve been very productive. I’ve written and submitted more than I planned on and while my short story collection is at the bottom of Amazon’s rankings, I did publish as I promised myself I would.
You have to keep yourself accountable and I’ve done a lot of that this year.
I got 30k on the draft of a novel today, finished a short story due for an anthology I’m hoping for, trashed, then rewrote a story for one due at the end of the month.
All I have is time.
I’m supposed to have an event this weekend, but with our numbers in Utah going up, that might not happen.
So I’m doing the only thing I can control. I’m writing…a lot.
I’ve written 6 short stories in the last 2 weeks with an average word count of 3k.
There is nothing else for me to do but write, read, fix dinner, and help my wife and kids.
This may lead to being exhausted, but as the month moves along I feel good about writing as much as I have. It’s productive and it keeps me from thinking about what’s going on politically as well as with the virus.