I see a number of writers I associate with spending more time talking about writing than actually doing the writing.
I saw Mark Dawson’s tweet and it hit me. I don’t want to be just a writer. Or spend most of my time talking about writing.
I. Want. To. BE. Writing.
I want to have a steading income while producing a steady output. Not live off the high of publishing a single work or two.
LESSON LEARNED: STFU and do the work.
Well, I’m not sure if it’s the excitement over the eclipse or I’m worn out from having little man home for the last month, but I got almost nothing done on the Super Secret Project #2.
I’m gonna blame both. I’m excited about the eclipse (starting at 11:30 am my time). And I’m completely worn out from having my little monkey-butt home 24/7 for 30 straight days. Thankfully, school starts Thursday. w00t!
Hope you enjoy the eclipse. I’m going to try to get some words done.
When I was looking for a copy editor for my first book, I was in such a hurry to get it done, that I hired the first person that came along.
That was a HUGE mistake. After weeks and weeks of excuses, she finally sent me back my manuscript. It was a rush job. All the notes were dated that very morning and she had attempted to do a developmental edit on it. Some of her notes included “I don’t like the main characters name.”
I was pissed. Then, I checked out her FaceBook business page. I was her first paying client. And I had paid her almost $500 up front.
I should have asked for references and a sample. I ended up having to request a refund and find a new copy editor. And that all put my publishing timeline out of whack.
Lesson Learned: Know who you’re doing business with BEFORE you send them money.
After I finally published my first book, we decided (OK, *I* decided it was time to trade in the BMW with 160k miles) we needed a new vehicle with a LOT fewer miles. While we were in Billings car shopping, my good buddy, JR sent me a text that sounded pretty urgent.
[If you want to check out JR’s stuff, here’s his blog. He writes Military Science Fiction. And he’s an all around good guy. Just don’t tell him I said so.]
I texted him back and he said he had leads on a couple of anthologies that he suggested I check out. Next thing I know, I’m submitting stories. One of them is coming out on September 7th. It’s science fiction humor, so of course, I had to participate! You can check it out here:
The second anthology is mech and I’m still writing it. More details as I’m allowed to share.
As for book two in the Annunak Series. It’s halfway written and I’m hoping to have it ready to publish by Thanksgiving. Sooner, if I can corral all the damn cats!
General Koonis slowly walked towards the judge’s bench while explaining, “Ever since we were dragged into that little scuffle between the Greys and Proximians from Proxima Centauri three years ago, we have been building radar and listening stations on the outermost dwarf planets of our solar system. But because it’s considered beyond dangerous to drop a human off on some lonely, remote satellite with just a suitcase full of supplies and a half-hearted ‘good luck,’ our government deemed it cost effective to use a certain element of the population to man these bases.”
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Another Monday, another snippet from The Reluctant Emissary! I hope you enjoy!
An hour later, Eshan found himself sitting in a drab cell, on a metal bench bolted to the floor, waiting to appear before a judge. He’d been questioned by the on-duty detective then photographed, fingerprinted and relieved of all of his possessions other than the clothes he was wearing. Hours drifted by and still Eshan sat, motionless, elbows on his knees, his hands knitted together and his head bent over as if he were praying. Silence his only companion.