A funny thing happened to me after I finished writing Hellenic Immortal: my brain stopped working.
Oh, it’s not like it’s actually fully non-functional, but it’s tired. Really, very deeply tired. In fairness, it’s been running non-stop between the promoting of Immortal, the rewrites, and some screenwriting stuff I can’t talk too much about right now. It can use a break.
Much to do
I’m currently trying not to feel guilty about this lack of activity. I have a ton of stuff to take care, including:
- prepping for a convention at the end of July
- rewriting Fixer, a novel you currently know nothing about but which has a deal pending
- figuring out how the hell to sell my award-winning feature screenplay Charlatan, possibly by…
- getting an agent
- editing, and then either self-publishing or submitting Sapphire Blue, an erotic novella I wrote a year or two ago which I may or may not put out under a pseudonym
- starting work on the terribly self-indulgent new novel bouncing around in my head
- continuing the research for the third Immortal book
- creating an author page for myself on Facebook
And I’m not doing any of these things. Here’s what I’m doing instead:
- reading Dead of Wynter at the same time as I’m
- reading the first four books of A Song of Ice and Fire and
- biking all over creation while
- futzing with the iPad son Tim gave to me after he upgraded to the 2 and
So just on the off-chance you’ve been sitting around– on Twitter, or Facebook, or wherever you usually finds me– and wondering where the hell I am, I’m on a mental vacation. I have no apparent control over this vacation, but I can’t imagine it will last forever.
I have too much to do.
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