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Oct. 21st, 2016 11:46 pmYou'd think after an exhausting week of legal and business writing, emails, telephone and face to face exchanges, I'd just want to veg in front of the telly. But no! I'm writing. I did watch a little telly. Did yoga. Made dinner -- which didn't turn out quite as well as I'd hoped. It was butternut squash spaghetti, mushrooms, zucchini, bacon, summer squash, garlic, and scallops. With a bit of cheese sprinkled on top. Next time I think I may just do it with mushrooms and some olive oil.
Making some headway on my post-apocalyptic sci-fi novel. ("Trump becomes President, the world goes to hell, aliens invade, people mutate into zombies, they fight a guerilla war and twenty years later, the head of the resistence convinces everyone to engage in peace talks. The story is about negotiating peace with the enemy, and finding common ground. It short it is about finding love in the face of hatred. Well that, and water, the sacredness of water.") Should finish it by the end of the year, I think. Not sure what I'm going to do with it. Probably write the next installment. It's a series. I'm writing a classical sci-fi hero story -- except the hero is female, and black instead of the traditional white male. So, it might be a bit on the subversive side of the fence? Plus her best friend is an Indian lesbian translator and proponent of reproductive rights. I write stories that I can't find elsewhere.) Finish the other sci-fi novel. Start work on the novel about an attorney who moonlights as a flamenca dancer, while suing her estranged sister's company for wrongful death. And revise the one I finished. Send out query letters? Ugh. Could publish it myself -- just a bit expensive. Unless I go just the electronic route. The problem though is finding betas or people to read and edit the thing. I'm leery of this. Whenever I think about doing it? I shut down and can't write. So I don't think about it. I write mainly because I feel driven to or for myself anyhow...Be nice if people wanted to read it, but it's not necessary.
Last book that I published? I have about eight people that I know of that loved it. One fan, my mother's choir music director, who keeps asking when I'm publishing the next one. He loves my writing. Three co-workers liked it enough to leave reviews and tell me it was great. My reflexologist/shaman/therapist/and massage therapist loved it. As did my mother. My brother even seemed to like it. So...
My niece asked if the book I was currently writing was something she could read or adult. Unfortunately, it is adult. I'm not sure I can write children's or Young Adult books, since I no longer enjoy reading them. Also I think they are hard to write, because you can't say certain things and over time, I've developed a raw in your face writing style.
Should go to bed. Tis late.
On DVR -- I've got too many tv shows again. I think over 30 hours worth. We will be binge-watching on Saturday. Have the Hamilton Documentary, Fox's staged musical version of The Rocky Horror Picture Show - - which I may just delete, the reviews have been atrocious, everyone online appears to really hate it (shame, but to be fair, it wasn't exactly a stellar movie to begin with, part of the fun was how outrageously crazy and bad it truly was), and various other things including "Once Upon a Time", which I'm rapidly losing interest in, Poldark (not in the mood for historicals), and This is Us (not sure about it, at the moment).
After this week? I want to curl up with romance novels. And eat bonbons. Possibly have a double martini. But alas, I'll settle for hard apple cider, gluten free chocolate chip cookies, and the telly. Also more writing, because writing makes me happy. It's supposed to rain tomorrow with cold winds. Sounds great. I want that. I want to stay indoors and vegetate.
Making some headway on my post-apocalyptic sci-fi novel. ("Trump becomes President, the world goes to hell, aliens invade, people mutate into zombies, they fight a guerilla war and twenty years later, the head of the resistence convinces everyone to engage in peace talks. The story is about negotiating peace with the enemy, and finding common ground. It short it is about finding love in the face of hatred. Well that, and water, the sacredness of water.") Should finish it by the end of the year, I think. Not sure what I'm going to do with it. Probably write the next installment. It's a series. I'm writing a classical sci-fi hero story -- except the hero is female, and black instead of the traditional white male. So, it might be a bit on the subversive side of the fence? Plus her best friend is an Indian lesbian translator and proponent of reproductive rights. I write stories that I can't find elsewhere.) Finish the other sci-fi novel. Start work on the novel about an attorney who moonlights as a flamenca dancer, while suing her estranged sister's company for wrongful death. And revise the one I finished. Send out query letters? Ugh. Could publish it myself -- just a bit expensive. Unless I go just the electronic route. The problem though is finding betas or people to read and edit the thing. I'm leery of this. Whenever I think about doing it? I shut down and can't write. So I don't think about it. I write mainly because I feel driven to or for myself anyhow...Be nice if people wanted to read it, but it's not necessary.
Last book that I published? I have about eight people that I know of that loved it. One fan, my mother's choir music director, who keeps asking when I'm publishing the next one. He loves my writing. Three co-workers liked it enough to leave reviews and tell me it was great. My reflexologist/shaman/therapist/and massage therapist loved it. As did my mother. My brother even seemed to like it. So...
My niece asked if the book I was currently writing was something she could read or adult. Unfortunately, it is adult. I'm not sure I can write children's or Young Adult books, since I no longer enjoy reading them. Also I think they are hard to write, because you can't say certain things and over time, I've developed a raw in your face writing style.
Should go to bed. Tis late.
On DVR -- I've got too many tv shows again. I think over 30 hours worth. We will be binge-watching on Saturday. Have the Hamilton Documentary, Fox's staged musical version of The Rocky Horror Picture Show - - which I may just delete, the reviews have been atrocious, everyone online appears to really hate it (shame, but to be fair, it wasn't exactly a stellar movie to begin with, part of the fun was how outrageously crazy and bad it truly was), and various other things including "Once Upon a Time", which I'm rapidly losing interest in, Poldark (not in the mood for historicals), and This is Us (not sure about it, at the moment).
After this week? I want to curl up with romance novels. And eat bonbons. Possibly have a double martini. But alas, I'll settle for hard apple cider, gluten free chocolate chip cookies, and the telly. Also more writing, because writing makes me happy. It's supposed to rain tomorrow with cold winds. Sounds great. I want that. I want to stay indoors and vegetate.