| The obligatory recap
||[Dec. 29th, 2009|02:08 am]
In re last year's pseudo-resolutions and goals:
First up: The Resolution. Sort of discussed this on ye olde author blog, but I'm not going to explain why I talk about my characters like they're real anymore. I feel like I'm making excuses. You know why I do it, don't pretend you don't. And if you really don't, that's cool, you probably don't care anyhow.
I actually did that! Not that it was difficult. I did see one dumbfuck doing a blog post about how weird it is to talk like that, but it was on the fringe of my little circle, so I magnanimously ignored it. If you can't say something nice, snark about it in private. So there we go.
I do hate explaining myself. Almost as much as I hate people who think I ought to. Glad it only took me 29 years to figure that shit out.
And on to the goals...
The Resurrectionist will get written.
Well fuck me, I did it! It hurt, but honestly, I haven't had that much fun writing in a long fucking time. Four PoVs, maybe not that smart. But if I can save it, it'll all be worth it. Also, Tom is loud. He's not a specific sort of muse like some of them-- those are kind of rare comparatively-- but he's more a collective sort of something that's always been there with me. Haven't written someone that easy for me since a vampire. Jesus.
And in Becca, I had a character I could honestly say I liked, for once. I don't know that she's likable at all, but I think I'd genuinely like her if I knew her. I can't say the same for Hannah or Paul-- though I suppose they'd both be entertaining as acquaintances.
The Inhuman War/Sheehy thing will get written.
Didn't do it, but I made up an excuse a few months back. See, I was going to do it for Nano, but then November rolled around and I thought, ah fuck, you know what, I'm tired after that Resurrectionist debacle, and I really need to relax. Plus... that should be a graphic novel.
Come on. Michael the Archangel burning down a DC bar, a black mass in La Voison's Potomac-overlooking penthouse, Vlad the Impaler pulling a "Luke, I'm your father", and Icarus dripping invisible wax all over Brian and Grady's DuPont Circle apartment. It'll be great!
... maybe not. But I still want to do it, goddammit.
The Audio File will get queries in my usual small batches, undoubtedly. I should also say here that Wolfton Paranormal will probably see another round after that
Didn't do the former for much the same reason, and more immediate. I did a few drafts, but scrapped it for the upcoming script. So it was sort of invalidated. Wolfton, however, did get another round of queries!
The merc thing, I think, will really come together.
This apparently happened yesterday. (As in, I figured out the entire first arc of conflict-- it was missing something. Now it's not.) So I guess that counts.
I can write another dozen shorts.
Nope. Well, when I made these predictions last year, I didn't really understand what it takes for me to complete a satisfactory short story. I don't want to say that I can't work on demand-- I can absolutely work on demand. But if the project doesn't hit me with inspiration immediately, it's not going to. I know it's dumb to work in absolutes, but... fuck it. Anyhow, invites and stuff balance this shit out, if you ask me. Not bothered!
Oubliette and Camp Town, after their reworkings, will be submitted to small presses.
I totally forgot I made this prediction/goal! I did both of these, and expect to hear back about both within the next month. Oubliette's been out forever, but that's how it works. Scripped probably won't take as long... but it won't be instant!
Sequel wise, I'll likely write the next Wolfton, Izzy book, or re-vamp (haha... punny... sorry) James.
I didn't, but I'm having G dreams again. Did I mention this last week? It's been going on for a while.
G's dreams fucking suck, by the way.
That's not a bad haul I guess, since I made excuses for all the shit at which I FAILED SPECTACULARLY. Well, almost. Sweet.
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