Hey gangsters, I’m dropping a line out to all my writing comrades—what’s going on in your writing cellar?
Life, full of all its demands and drama, rarely spares time for writing, reading, twittering, blogging, marketing, etc. But at the heart, we are writers! Even when time is scarce, and some of you are on break, I know that many of you are still writing, brainstorming, researching, networking, doing whatever it takes to please your muse. Maybe even stretching that art into another form for inspiration and motivation. Whatever that is, I hope that you’ll stop by, share what projects you are operating on in your cellar or just check in with other writers.
Here are the beasts I’m working on in my cellar:
My main operating table: Wicked Tempest, the second Kate Waters Mystery. I’ve been pushing to finish my second draft for its first edit. I called my editor a few weeks ago to set up a date with her—I said sometime in June (like the 30th, you know)—and she says how about mid-May? I think we’ll have to compromise for June 1st, as I still have a hundred pages to go.
On the slab to my left, I hope to compile several of my short horror pieces into an anthology later this summer/fall. I’m thinking strictly an ebook for this, but haven’t ruled out small press. I’ll be including at least three new stories for that, which I’m also still trying to finish.
Behind me, along the wall in all my beakers, flasks, and Petri dishes, I’m collecting the hearts, eyeballs, and guts of my craft in order to breathe life back into my writing so that I can bust through a few walls. Say what? Bettering my writing that is. I have a few writing goals that to accomplish, I seemingly need to write
a hell of a lot better than I currently do. So, I’ve decided to attend another round of writing workshops at the Willamette Writers 42nd Conference this year and network with other writers (I figure the pain of socializing with strangers will at least conjure a few story ideas). I’m also entering a few contests, continuing to submit, and reading, reading, reading, and writing, writing, writing. And there you have it, the Frankensteins of my cellar.
What beasts are on your writing tables?