Wow. It’s been a loooooooong time since I’ve updated here. Sorry about that. I’ll try not to ramble on – I think shorter, more frequent entries are probably more readable than spewing out the blogging equivalent of War & Peace every 3 months.
So, news. Mostly bad – rejections from several publications, and I’ve been too lazy to send the stories out, or in one case, I’ve just about decided to retire it to the trunk. I miss writing short stories, to be honest, and considering how awful I’m doing on the novel front, I really ought to just go back to the short stuff for a while.
Good – I’ve had a number of really nice emails from readers of Thaw wanting to know about a sequel. It really is mostly done – it was all done till I got a bee in my bonnet about changing the Callan sequences into something a little less angst-filled. I started on the rewrite, guns blazing, only to be totally distracted by life, my garden, a lot of novels (to read), and some very bad television.
Also in the ‘bad’ category – I can’t get through to my publisher. I haven’t heard anything about my first quarter 2008 sales, so I’ve written 3 times now. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Not even a ‘I got your email, am working on it, please be patient.’ Not even bounce messages, so I can only assume my email is getting through and being ignored, or that something very awful has happened to my publisher. I can’t express how frustrating that is. Seriously, any response is better than silence. Even ‘eff off and die, you annoying author b***h’ would be an improvement. ‘Nuff said for now, but there may be more on this topic if things don’t improve.
I mentioned this on the LJ, but as this blog is the ‘writing’ one, it should be noted here – I’m letting my website and domain name lapse. I’m just not writing enough (or earning enough – see previous paragraph!) to justify its continued expense, not when this blog is free. If at some point I start to sell seriously again, I’ll get another site, but as I’m not even writing under R.W. Day anymore, having rwday.net doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.
I have some rambling thoughts on what I’m going to attempt to write next, but I think those can wait. My basic problem is that I have too many ideas – I’m trying to write like I read. I generally read anywhere from 3-6 books at a time. They sit in various places in my house and I pick them up as I’m cooking, getting ready for bed, watching TV, on work breaks. That works for reading. It doesn’t work for writing, where you (or I, at least) really have to immerse myself in the world and characters. I’ve got to commit. Unfortunately, indecision is pretty much a theme of my life – see my 60 gazillion college majors, for example.