I finally finished my novella last night. Against all odds, against noisy neighbours, doing taxes, a bit pf packing, exhaustion, and some other fuckery that popped up, I finished that bitch. With my last few publications, I struggled against myself and how I wanted the story to end. This time around, I fought the characters — they would not stop screwing. Every time I would say to myself “Yay! Last page!” the hero would hold up his hand and give me a bitch, please look.
One word can describe the entire process, and this has meaning on so many levels:
But it’s done, tucked away in Skydrive with a NO TOUCHY sign on it until I get the whole thing out of my head and am able to see it clearly for the mess it is.
In the mean time, I shall watch many episodes of Dexter, sort through my shit, READ A BOOK, get my next freebie ready for publication, knock out a couple of short stories before it’s time to revise.
It’s going to be hell trying to not do anything in particular for the next few weeks. I’ve been balls to the wall with this story since the first snow day of the year and while I’d like to jump right into something else, I just need to be a lazy arse for a week.
The View from the Thirteenth Floor is still, and shall remain available as a free read at Smashwords, so if you haven’t grabbed your copy for your e-reader, you can download it in your preferred format. It also serves as a peek at a project that went from my never-gonna-do list to my to-do list — the feedback on the story has been a resounding “needs to be longer” (insert a picture of Dhympna doing the victory dance), so let’s get this shit on the road this spring.
And finally for your Monday morning goodness, Calvin has once again graciously reviewed my stories for the Alison Tyler anthology, Sudden Sex. Big thanks to Calvin, and to Alison for wrangling reviewers from across the net for this great collection of stories.
For now, I need a nap.