I suppose life is imitating art right now. Hang on to your hats, America.
Electrolytes. It’s what plants crave.
I suppose life is imitating art right now. Hang on to your hats, America.
Electrolytes. It’s what plants crave.
At the end of September, I thought I’d be super productive in October.
Turns out, not so much.
I suppose I might have been a little too optimistic. I hadn’t even really started the new job (meaning I hadn’t been deployed to the client site) and, frankly, I was still upset over what happened to cause me to leave my old job.
In other words, I wasn’t ready.
But now here I am, more than a month on-site at the client and a month further removed from the turmoil of work. The new gig isn’t bad so far and is starting to feel kinda familiar. It’s stable, so that’s helped me get into the right headspace, I think.
Toward the end of October, I buckled down and got myself back into the writing routine. My optimism is better and with the distractions mostly gone, I started pumping out some words. I found myself disinterested in the novel I was writing, so I put it on hold. I’ll finish Kryptos next year (I haven’t abandoned the novel and still want to finish it), but for now, I felt like I needed something different on which to focus my attention.
Around this time last year, I finished a book called Yesterday In Black. It was the first book in a planned novella series about a man who lost his family to a serial killer and sort of stumbles into a new line of work as a private eye, hunting down killers. Each book would feature Tom searching for a killer, all the while hunting for the man who killed his family.
I dug the book and it’s gotten good feedback from those who’ve read it, but sales were lackluster. I suppose I took that as a sign the series wasn’t worth my focus, so I put the second book on hold.
Now, however, I think that a series needs to have my buy-in before readers feel confident buying-in themselves. In other words, if I can’t write three or four of these then why is a reader going to think that I’ll ever finish the series? One of the worst things about a series is when it never resolves due to a premature end (remember Deadwood?)
So…I’ve been working every morning on the new book since the first of the month, and it’s coming along nicely (sitting at around 10% complete right now). It’s called I Am the Darkness and I’m on track to finish the manuscript by the end of November. That means it’s possible that I could publish it before Christmas. We’ll see how that goes. Either way, I’m planning on writing at least two or three more of these books to prove my commitment to the series and to give it a solid base on which to grow. Since these books are shorter (half the size of a novel), I can turn them around a lot faster than a novel. I can sell them a little cheaper too.
Now that I’m “back in the saddle”, so to speak, I have a lot of plans for 2017. More Tom Miller books, more horror, some crime thrillers, and possibly more Badlands books. Ambitious, maybe, but I’m looking forward to telling more stories. Stay tuned.
I’d hoped that September would see me getting back into the swing of things, but it seems that I’m not quite back in the saddle. I’m about halfway through my work in progress, but things have stalled due to my inability to focus on the fiction writing.
In my defense, it’s been a hell of a time this year for me. If you didn’t know, I’m a full-time programmer (that’s my day job) and a part-time fiction writer. That’s actually more common than many people think; most traditionally-published midlist writers with New York contracts are part-time writers too. Only the big names can do it full-time (or those with a working spouse). Aside from the best sellers, most midlisters get shitty contracts and if their books don’t break out, they’re soon forgotten.
Anyway, the company for whom I worked almost nine years was sold back in December of last year. We were in a state of limbo while the company that bought us planned for their next acquisition, but we stayed busy on stuff and my writing wasn’t really affected.
And then in June of this year, the company made their next acquisition.
That’s when everything fell apart.
I won’t drag out the dirty laundry here, but suffice to say that things didn’t go as I’d hoped they would. We lost control of everything we’d worked so hard over the years to build. It took only a few months to destroy what we’d spent years to build, but during those few months I just didn’t have the ability to focus on the fiction. I had my future to sort out, and that just sucked away all my attention and sapped my creative energy.
Eventually, I decided I had to find a new job, which also sucked away my time and energy. Summer rolled in, so that meant doing a ton of stuff with my family. And once I found the new job, there’s the adjustment period to contend with (which is where I am now). Plus, we spent almost a week in Chicago this month, further taking me out of “the zone”.
So here I am now, the turmoil of the old job and having to leave some of my favorite people in the world behind me, the first week of my new job behind me, and the start of a new life chapter in front of me. That’s put me in a great position, however, because with all that job crap in the past, I can start to settle into a new norm. I’ve been writing long enough now to know that I’m the type of person who creates better when life is stable, and with this new stability will come the opportunity to put my focus back on the fiction.
What does that mean to you? First off, it means that I’ll be finishing the current work in progress soon. I figure it’ll be done by the end of October, should life continue to cooperate. The new book, Kryptos, should be published before Christmas.
Second, I’ll have the opportunity to start a new project on the heels of Kryptos. Not sure what that’s gonna be just yet, but I have some ideas in mind. Once I figure it out, I’ll let you know.
The good news is that I’ve published five new books already this year, so it’s not like I haven’t done anything. Hopefully that’s enough to tide you over until the next book comes out.
Im looking forward to getting back to the fiction again. Maybe the time away will turn out to be beneficial, allowing me to come back fresh and ready. Either way, I should have a much different update by the end of next month. Stay tuned.
Passed this while on a walk through my neighborhood a day or two ago. I didn’t even know he was running.
I’ve been using Chris Fox’s technique of sprints for about a year now, and the results are pretty impressive. Since August of last year, I’ve published five books with another unpublished manuscript waiting in the wings. I’m a quarter of the way through a new manuscript that I’ll publish before year’s end too. Plus I have a bunch of finished short stories that I’m gathering up for release sometime down the road; once I have enough to put into a collection.
I’ve written more than 380,000 new words since I started. Compare that with my old rate of production, which netted me around 80,000 words annually. Maybe 100,000 words on a good year.
That’s a huge productivity increase.
But sprints are only half of the story. I also adopted Dean Wesley Smith’s method of “cycling” and not rewriting which allowed me time to edit, proofread, and publish all those words.
I’ve had a ton of fun writing all these books this year, and I’ve learned a lot by doing. I even crossed the million words written mark, a huge achievement for me.
I’m looking forward to another great year of writing even more books. Hopefully, you’ll come along with me for the ride.
We all know that self-doubt will kill your creativity and your productivity faster than just about anything else. To get books finished and launched into the world, writers need to get past their self-doubt.
One technique that some writers use is to imagine their self-doubt like a troll that sits in the corner and says awful things. This troll can’t die, and it can’t escape your head. The idea is to beat that troll down until he’s barely a whisper, or withhold food and keep him on the brink of starvation; too weak and tired to talk shit. In other words, don’t feed the troll.
I subscribed to this philosophy for a long time, until I started to think about it differently. I still see the nagging self-doubt troll in the corner, no doubt, but I began digging into why he says the shit that he says. Nobody does anything without a reason; not even imaginary trolls trapped in your head.
Eventually, I figured it out. The troll isn’t your enemy.
He’s your friend.
He tells you that you’re not good enough. He says you’ll fail. He says that you’re not smart enough. He says you’re a hack.
He does this because he’s afraid for you.
Think about it. What if you try and fail? What if people write bad reviews about you? What if people think you’re stupid or untalented? What if people don’t like you? All these things are risks when you put yourself out there for others to see–and judge.
He’s trying to protect you by dissuading you from taking risks that might cause harm. Remember, he’s stuck in your head with nowhere to go. He can’t die, not until you die. So whatever you go through, he does too. He takes the punches right alongside you.
He’s not your enemy. He’s actually your best friend, but his communication skills are lacking. He’s blunt. He’s rude. He’s childish. He’s impudent. He’s crass.
Hell, he’s scared all the time; what else do you expect?
So instead of beating him down the next time he starts his shit, maybe you should console him. Pat him on his bumpy little troll head and tell him that everything is okay. Tell him that you appreciate his concern, but you got this. Tell him that if he just chills out and sits quietly, the storm will pass and everything will be okay again. You’ll take the risks and keep him safe.
Like a fussy baby, once he’s calm he’ll shut up. He’ll go back to whispering in the corner, a soft murmur that you’ll ignore while you get things done.
Once you empathize with him, you’ll understand that his words are a misguided effort to keep the both of you safe. Ultimately, instead of feeling resentment toward him, you’ll feel pity.
And as far as feelings go, resentment is a whole lot more expensive to maintain than pity.
Just got the proof copy of the paperback edition of Devil Breed. It looks great, so we’re all set for the August 27th release in both ebook and paperback.
And like all my paperbacks, if you buy it you get the Kindle ebook for free.
So if you like a good monster mystery with an unexpected ending, you might want to pick this baby up.
Tell your friends, tell your family, tell the world!
Good news; the new paperbacks are ready to go! I now have eight novels, two novellas, and one collection of short stories all available on paper. Also, if you pick up one of the paperbacks from Amazon, you get the Kindle version for no additional charge.
This time around, I’ll have the paperback version of my upcoming novel, Devil Breed, available on August 27th, the same day as the ebook. Pretty cool, eh?
You can pick these babies up at Amazon and Barnes & Noble. (Unfortunately, you can’t get the Nook ebook version included along for free from B&N like you can from Amazon.)
So if you’re interested in picking up a paperback copy of any of my books, follow this link to my books page and choose your title. Click on the Amazon or B&N link at the bottom of the page and it’ll take you right where you need to go.