The Dreaded Rewrite.

I've been procrastinating the rewrite of The Darkness You Fear. I have some great research material to incorporate, and I don't really mind that part of the process. It's just reading the same kind of stuff I like reading anyway.

I don't mind incorporating the material.

What I dread is the page by page rewrite.

Thing is -- it makes the book better. That's undeniable.

So the only reason not to do it is because I'm lazy.

I try to remember that these books, once finished, will always be out there with my name on them. That a few weeks of rewrites will represent perhaps years of readers.

So it has to be done. Arrgghhh.

Found my ending.

I left the end of The Darkness You Fear kind of up in the air. I knew it needed an epilogue, but what I had seemed kind of tacked on, more of a prequel to the next book.

The other day, as I was on my walk, the solution popped into my head and it was amazingly pertinent and suitable. I mean, exactly what was needed.

So I wrote that chapter yesterday and now the book is truly complete.

I need to go through and insert the "dates" of the events. But as far as putting in all the research I've done, I'm sort of torn. I'm now at about 80K words, which is already bigger than the other two books in the series.

I'm OK with adding maybe 5K more, but that's not actually all that much, with all the material I have. So I just need to be choosy, make sure that the material helps the story and isn't just dressing it up.

Starting Friday, I'm going to bear down and do the rewrite so I can get it done. I've been procrastinating a little by writing a new book. Always more fun writing new stuff. But I'm proud of the Virginia Reed books and want to make sure the 3rd book in the series is worthy.

So work at it I will.

Playing hooky by writing.

So I've embarked on a new book. I loved a title I came up with and I decided I needed to write a book to match it. I'm about 10,000 words in and the plot thickens and I'm really enjoying it.

Really, I shouldn't be doing it, because I have a TON of rewriting to do. I've got to go over The Darkness You Fear in the next couple weeks if I want to have it published anytime soon. I've got to do a rewrite of Deep Sea Rising.

But that's work.

Writing a first draft is play. I swear, if I'm not going to get anywhere in this business, I should just write story after story and throw them up and be damned.

But I've gotten far enough in this business to back away, give it a second thought, and then -- with a heavy sigh -- put the rewriting work in. There is no doubt the rewriting improves the books.

I'm thinking maybe I can still write a short chapter earlier in the day, and then spend the afternoon and evening on the rewrites.

There's no pressure. This book is completely meant to be fun, a lark. I'm writing 1000 to 1500 word chapters, unlike my usual 1500 to 3000 word chapters. Just taking one at a time.

I've found a new walking path in the Badlands. It's a little more out of the way and there never seems to be anyone there, which is what I like. The route is exactly 5 miles, and if I set myself the goal to write a chapter, I've so far always written the chapter. The drive, the turnoff into the Badlands, the walking -- all are strong triggers to get writing.

You're not supposed to wait for inspiration, but I generally do nowadays. If I don't have inspiration, I have to luxury of waiting until I do.

So this is pure fun. But it's a little bit like playing hooky. A form of procrastination. I tell myself that I should strike while the iron is hot. That maybe I'll find myself blocked, without inspiration someday.

Thing is, I'm showing no sign of that. Within a day of finishing one book, I'm always impelled to write the next book. They are starting to pile up.

But...well, I want to have fun with this above all, so I'm going to play hooky every chance I get.

It's the story, stupid.

I've told this story before, but it was the beginning of my writing, and it is such a simple idea it's worth repeating.

When I was about 22 years old, I was living in a quad up by COCC. I'd always wanted to be a writer, but I could never figure out how to get started. Once in junior high, I'd been assigned a homework assignment to write a story about a picture torn out of Life Magazine. So I got into a feverish story that night in bed, all emotionally resonant and deep and complex.

Woke up the next morning, realized there was no way to write that story, tossed something off instead.

So remembering that experience, I told myself.  "All right, just tell a story to yourself. Don't worry about the words or anything, just tell the kind of story you'd like to read."

After a sleepless night, I had most of "Star Axe" written in my head. It took me five more years to finally complete the book, with lots of missteps and false turns. Turned out, I did have to learn how to write.

But eventually I went back to the original mantra of "just tell a story."

Almost instantly upon finishing the long arduous struggle of "Star Axe," I turned around and wrote "Snowcastles," just like that. I had a beginning line, and a sense of what I wanted, and I wrote it quick and I liked it.

So anyway, the point is, while I'd begun with the idea that writing was some kind of arcane art, complex and complicated and mysterious, I'd sidestepped that whole concept by telling myself a story.

I then struggled after that. Got too caught up in the idea of "serious art" and blocked myself pretty thoroughly. (It's still the magic formula for me to stop writing -- getting serious.) Then I spent 25 years making a living.

I came back with the original pure intention of story.

Many books later, and I'm on the fourth chapter of a new book, and I'm back to telling myself to "tell a story."

Simple as that. The writing, the technique, characterization and plot and grammar, the embellishment -- all that kind of stuff is handy to have, and I've learned a lot by doing it.

But it always just comes back to the story.

Funnily enough, that seems to be true for the reader too. I've gotten few negative comments on my actual writing (not that the writing couldn't be better). Instead, most people find fault with the premise or the story or the beginning or the middle or ending of the story. No one says, "Oh, he uses way too many adverbs" or something technical like that.

Not liking the story is something I can handle, because my stories are told the way I want them to be told. If I was getting more criticism about my actual writing, I'd probably be more defensive. Maybe people are thinking it and not saying it.

Doesn't matter. I did put a lot of work into learning to write -- taking classes, joining writer's groups, reading tons of books. Mostly, learning by doing, taking editor's advice to heart. But when it comes time to actually write the book, I concentrate solely on story.

Of course, I'm aware that the story works or doesn't work depending on the writing. That is, the story is the foundation, the technique is what makes it work.

But first and last, there is the story. Just the way you sit around with friends and tell a story. A novel is just a longer more refined version of that.

When you stray from that, you make a mistake.

Often, in writer's group, someone will read something that seems kind of stilted, or convoluted, or unclear. So you ask them what they meant. Every single time, the explanation is 100% better than the original writing. That is, if the writer reproduced that verbal explanation word for word, it would be much better.

That's the thing I try not to lose sight of.

The best writing is the writing that tells the story best.


Winter Fest firepit contest.

Went to the Winter Fest last night. Yes, me...on a Friday night. My agoraphobia is in check these days, though I don't tend to push it.

Todd's firepit (Prometheus's Fire) was lit at 4:00 and Linda and I stuck around until 6:30 so we could see it in the dark. It looks wonderful, and I enjoyed standing around and saying, "My son did this."

There were about 20 more sculture/firepits on display and they were all pretty cool. Some were more flashy than others, some more conceptual. Todd's probably could have used a backdrop to show off the detailed filigree. Interesting, the kids all got it. They'd all go by and say, "Oh, look at the face!"

Strangely, as it got dark and it got harder to see the intricate ironwork, people tended to move closer to it and inspect it more, so a weakness became a strength. You just never know.

The contest is tonight. Any of these sculptures could win, I think. It just depends on the predilections of the judges, I think.

Very cool.

Malhuer and the lost wagon train.

I researched all day, found some good specific detail for the lost Meek wagon train and the Blue Bucket Mine. 15 pages of notes.

Much of the story takes place at, well -- it's been in the news. Exactly there, where the geese and the ducks and cranes and looney's reign. Harney County.

The pioneers suffered from a lack of water. (no social media to call for supplies....)

I'm always amazed, though, that my imagination of Meek's Cutoff isn't really all that far off from the reality. Then again, I've spent my entire life on the High Desert of Central Oregon. Hell, I've been walking the Badlands every day for months.

This is the exact terrain the wagon train passed through.

That, along with just general knowledge and previous research about the Donner Party, and much of what I guessed actually turns out to be true.

Still, there's nothing like specific information to add to the reality of it all, so I'm glad to have it and I look forward to melding it with the existing manuscript.



Meanwhile, I wrote my two sisters and their husbands asking for help with Deep Sea Rising. Sue is a geologist and her husband Klaus a chemist, so I asked if they wouldn't look over some of the science ideas I put in the book. They are also academics, and the characters in the book are mostly academics, so would be nice to get a read on that.

Meanwhile, Betsy lives in Seattle, which is the location of the story, and her husband is also an academic, so again, would be nice to get some accurate detail.


It's extra work. I swear, I could make my writing life easier if I would just stick to stories that I simply make up.


Dreamed all night of my new book. None of it is usable this morning. Wild stuff. But it shows my subconscious really wants to get rolling on this new story. 

Somebody stop me.

Death of an Immortal is free, free, free.

Interesting. Books of the Dead put the first book of my Vampire Evolution Series on Amazon for free.

And it is way up the lists. #612 out of all free books, which is probably the highest any of my books have gone against the entire Amazon list. #23 in Horror books, ditto.

Not sure if there is any significance to it, except that Free is obviously the right price. But then the books it is competing with are also free.

Won't buy me a cup of coffee, however.

It's been out for a couple of years, so it probably can't do anything but help. Especially if it helps people buy the second and third book of the series.

Shakes things up a little, I guess.

A little too neat and tidy.

I read the final chapter to Linda and she pointed out that it was lacking tension.

I have a tendency toward the end of a book to want to wrap things up neat and tidy. Just a little too cut and dried.

So I'm just going to completely write a new version, then steal from this version those things that worked.

The general idea of the chapter was fine, but the approach was wrong.

Funny thing is, I'm not bothered at all. In a way, I finished the book, now I'm just trying to improve it.

I also have a short epilogue in mind. It might be a little corny, a little too neat. I'll have to write it and see.

Making up shit.

I'm writing the last chapter of "Deep Sea Rising" today.

I love this book. I really do think it is my best so far. It came out fully formed and at the same surprised me. It stretched my abilities and yet was doable.

About the only thing wrong with it -- and I'm not sure that it is really a problem -- is that I made up an completely fictitious locale. It's set in Seattle, but I have this location where there are small islands you can reach with bridges just a few miles away on the shore of the Puget Sound.

So anyone who knows that area will probably think I'm a doofus.

But everywhere else in the country, they might believe it. (?) Hopefully?

Scientifically, it's unlikely that the Cascadia tsunami would affect Seattle. It is too far inland. But I've made up a scenario where the megaquake takes place right at the mouth of the Strait of Juan de Fuca, and that the Juan de Fuca fault happens at the same time.

The Perfect Earthquake, if you will. 

I thought about trying to move locations, but even if I went to say, Island County, with Whidbey Island as the center, and used Everett, Washington as the the threatened city, I still made up a lot of shit.

So Seattle it is.

I do need to make a timeline. I'm probably going to make it happen on Labor Day weekend, start the timeline on Saturday morning, with the earthquake happening at sunset on the following Monday.

Other than that, the whole thing hangs together really well. I love the plot and the characters and the premise.

I think I pulled it off.

The antidote to doubt.

I didn't write for 3 days for some reason. Pretty rare for me to skip even a day. But I think putting up "The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders" on Amazon was stressful in ways I didn't foresee.

I finally got out to the Badlands and walked my 5 mile route and the ideas just kept on coming. I wrote a short chapter of "Deep Sea Rising" that I really like. The ending also popped into my mind and it felt right.

When I write a scene that surprises me and pleases me, all doubts about writing disappear. Or rather, they don't matter. They are beside the point. The writing is its own reward and I take great satisfaction out of telling these stories to myself, seeing them come alive.

What happens after that isn't up to me.

TMPDGM's is the first book where I could see day to day (hour to hour) response to my book, and it was pretty disappointing for a couple of days. So I was shaking that off.

Then, after I'd resolved those doubts by writing a good scene, I came home to finally see some results. #512 in Horror, out of 83,000.  #12 in the last 30 days. The time lag is longer than I expected. A couple of days, apparently.

I'm guessing that will be my high water mark, but at least it was there for a day or so.

I have two more small chapters worked out, and then the big two final chapters. Then the epilogue.

The break probably helped clarify the sequence of chapters for me, so it probably didn't hurt.

It's just that not writing let the doubts creep in.

Back to writing for the next few days, finish "Deep Sea Rising" then dive into the rewrite of "The Darkness You Fear."

Tuskers III release date!

Looks like Tuskers III is coming out on October 11 of this year.

Here's the publisher page: http://www.ragnarokpub.com/#!mcgeary/y7btn

Pretty exciting since this is the first time one of my current books is going to be fully distributed in general bookstores, along with Tuskers I and II.

I'll be the second book out in Ragnarok's new lineup (same day as a third book.) Looks like they have 10 books lined up so far. Many of them are part of a series, like mine.

 Independent Publishers Group will have a catalog and will be sending their salesmen out to sell the book. I'm hoping the covers and the idea will excite them.

I'll contact the local Barnes and Noble and ask them to carry the series.

This will be fun.

Tuskers sales.

Got my royalty statement for Tuskers I and II for the first two quarters of last year.  Basically 5 months worth of Tuskers and 1 month of Tuskers II.

So...it was better than I expected. I have a website that I go to that estimates how many are selling. (Only the publisher has access from Amazon.) It appears that this site missed a good 50% of the sales. So there were twice as many as I expected.

I'm glad the publisher looks to actually be making a little money off them. I don't know why I get concerned for their sake, but I do.

I'm not going to get rich, obviously, but considerably better than doing it by myself. Obviously having a publisher is the way to go, if possible.

Thing is, I don't really want to go through the submission process much. As long as I can publish books through Books of the Dead and Ragnarok, I'm happy. But I write way too many books for them, and not all my books fit their categories, so I'm going to need to publish a bunch of books on my own.

I just have to slot them in during times when nothing's coming out from the publishers.

I want to finish the "Tuskers" series with a book IV. I want to write a "Virginia Reed Adventure" once a year for BOTD, if possible.

I have another small publisher who I'm going to send "Deep Sea Rising." (They liked Tuskers and expressed an interest in another "creature" book.) But I won't have any expectations.

But I'm not going to submit my other books to any other publishers unless they come to me (Unlikely). Nor am I going to look for a agent or a mainstream publisher unless they come to me. (Amazingly, one of them actually did, but after a promising start it doesn't seem to be leading anywhere.)

Pretty clearly, publishing my own books is going to have minimal effect, but I'm all right with that. I've already had more success than I expected. Nor do I believe that I "deserve" more in results than I'm getting.

Most of all, I like the idea of just writing what I want and putting them out when I want and moving on.


Writing a sexy book.

Early on, I was a little concerned about the direction "The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders" was going.
 www.amazon.com/Manic-Pixie-Dream-Girl-Murders-ebook/dp/B01BD3ZNSG/

See, I didn't set out to write a book about a succubus. I had a dream where a MPDG leads a young man into the wilderness, has her way with him, then leaves him to die.

As usually happens with my books, it took a turn to the supernatural. The fantasy element is what gives the story spice, which engages my attention. A straight thriller seems boring to me to write (though I like reading them).

Anyway, once it became about a succubus, and then succubae, sex entered into it. And then again. And again.

After all, that's what a succubus does.

So I was concerned. I sent it to a couple of readers who reassured me that it was done in a tasteful way. No worries.

So I quit worrying about it.

Now the reviews are coming out, and though they are positive, they do tend to mention the sex angle a lot. Which I guess I should have expected.

Thing is, the sex is totally in service to the story. It is never gratuitous. All of it came from the character interplay, if you will. Sex has to be there for the character's motivations to make any sense.

I'm hoping I won't get in trouble with Amazon over this. Hoping no one complains. It's just that it became so integral to the story that I sort of forgot about the fact there is a lot of sex going on.


The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders is for sale!

I figure that any of you who still read this blog are dedicated readers, more or less.

So I'm going to ask you to please buy my book. Do it right now, before you move on. It's easy. Hit the link, hit buy...

www.amazon.com/Manic-Pixie-Dream-Girl-Murders-ebook/dp/B01BD3ZNSG/

Go ahead. I'll wait.



You did it? Thank you so much!

The first week is by far the most important 7 days in the life of a book. The farther up the list you start, the longer you stay, the more likely people are to find you, and the higher up the list you go. It's a "Virtuous Cycle" and I'd so much like to get something going on this book.

I published this myself, but this doesn't mean it's a lesser book. Indeed, it's longer than most of my books, and has been worked on probably more than most of my books. I think it came out well.

As one of my reviewers said, it's "Dark and a little Naughty."

I write so much, that I'll probably do this fairly often and still have a regular flow of publisher books at the same time. No other way to get them all out.

This was lots of fun, no matter what happens.

Researching before, not after.

I keep having this experience of researching the locale or history of a story after I've written it and finding that my story contradicts reality.

How fealty do I owe to reality in a fiction story? At what point do I offend reality so much that the reader scoffs and puts down the book?

There is probably a fair amount I can get away with, but every instance of getting it wrong is an excuse for the reader not to like the book.

In the latest book, I'm dealing with a university and professors and marine biology and geology and Seattle and much more. Every one of these are outside my own experience and I could be getting it entirely wrong.

So I try not to make any egregious errors, and bend reality my way in a way that is acceptable, hopefully, in an adventure novel.

I'm at 60,000 words. The four chapters I knew I had to write at 50,000 words are still ahead of me. I found that I hadn't really fully explored the character arcs of some secondary characters. This is likely to turn into a full sized book. (80,000 words.)

Anyway, yesterday I just couldn't write for some reason. So I made the mistake of starting researching and immediately realized I had some problems.

So the problems can be finessed or ignored, or they can be dealt with.

Dealing with them means a lot more work, but probably a better book. Problems are always a good excuse to improve the plot.

I've written two novels recently that required no research at all. They are set in a world far enough removed from reality to be able to wing it all the way through. I wish all books were this way -- but unfortunately, most aren't.

With "The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders," researching turned a 55,000 word novel into a 95,000 word novel, a much more satisfying and complete read.

("The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders" is being published tomorrow!)

So this book, "Deep Sea Rising," is dealing with the Cascadia subduction zone and deep sea creatures and tsunamis and ocean blobs and methane release and....well, I can address most of these issues through a little rearrangement of the plot, a little filling out the details. It will be work, but it will make the story stronger and more textured and complex. More interesting, I do believe.

So I have to do it. Whether I want to or not.

I wonder if I could avoid these problems by doing research before, not after. But I keep coming to the same conclusion. Write the story, then adapt it to the research. It makes the story most important, and it can almost always be done, though it makes for more work.

But the work always improves the book, so it is an opportunity not a loss.

New idea for a book.

Not yet finished with "Deep Sea Rising." Another week of writing.

Meanwhile, came up with another idea that I thought was kind of cool. Thought it was completely original.

Googled it and found it was a 'thing.' But not so much in the book world, but in the Etsy/art world. No books with the title I have in mind.

So I have a title and an aesthetic that I think is kind of cool before I actually have the plot.

I've thought of the main character, and interestingly, a cover to the book.

Is this enough to write an entire book?

I have the three most important things: An interesting premise, a cool title, and an imagined awesome cover.

Well, there is one other small thing -- I have to write a good book. I think I'm getting the hang of this. I have a 'feeling' I want to evoke, and that is often the most important thing of all. Can I keep up that 'feeling' through the whole book without getting bogged down?

Hard to do.

We'll see how I feel when I finish "Deep Sea Rising." I still have the "Not by Water, But by Fire" book that I want to write.

I often don't know what is going to grab me until it does.

The Ending.

I really like this book, "Deep Sea Rising." Not a misstep so far, and I've been able to say that about very few of my books.

So I want to stick the landing.

I had the book pretty much figured out up the 50K mark. Now I just need to bring it home.

Now I'm waiting for inspiration. I want the words to come to me. I want to feel that they are right.

Yesterday, I wasn't feeling it. So I told myself to take a day off. I was going to be reading at writer's group that night, (I'm reading "The Darkness You Fear" which is in the editing phase), and I just didn't have any ideas.

As I mentioned before, roughly speaking, the ending is:  Earthquake, Tsunami, and Invasion of the Deep Sea Creatures.

Action scenes usually come to me as I write them. I seem to have a knack. But blocking them out in my mind is helpful. And I want for more than just action scenes. I need a bunch of satisfying character catharsis to really make the book work.

I'm definitely in no hurry. I'm not getting Lara's edit of "The Darkness You Fear" back until the 8th of February, so I have roughly two weeks to write what normally takes me 5 or 6 days.

Anyway, most of the day passed. Then, around 3:00 in the afternoon, a minor character who has been in the background the entire book, popped up and demanded to be included in the book. She was always hinted to be an intriguing character, so I thought, let's see where this leads.

A good chapter later, I see that it was meant to be.

I'm going to approach the book the same way today. The words have to come unbidden, so to speak. I want to be inspired.

Why go into nature to trash it?

I'm still walking every day in the Badlands.

I haven't wanted to say this, but yesterday was pretty bad. I'm amazed by how much vandalism and trash I find out there.

I don't understand it. At all. It makes no sense.

Sigh.

Meanwhile:

"The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders" is up on Amazon. I'm going to make it "live" on February 1.

I hope some of you faithful blog readers will buy it. The first week is so important. (I don't monetize this blog, so if you feel like supporting me and my writing, this would be a really good time to start!)

I hit the 50K mark on Deep Sea Rising yesterday. Now all that's left is earthquake, tsunami and an invasion of nasty, slimy, slithery, fangy deep sea creatures.

The glamorous life of a writer.

11:00: Thought it might be interesting (zzzzzzzzzz) to do a timeline of a typical writing day.

11:15: Start thinking in the shower about what I want to accomplish. Choosing what chapter to write.

Getting dressed is my "go" signal.

11:45:   I'm sitting in my car getting ready to open the garage door and drive out to the Badlands. I've packed a tuna fish sandwich, some chocolate chip cookies, and lemonade.

This is what I know about the chapter I'm writing today. The cheating wife of the main character goes to the house of the billionaire, whose son has gone missing. He peels her off from her lover, and takes her to another part of the house and has his way with her. Then he humiliates and scorns her.

She leaves in a huff, dragging her lover with her, takes him to their usual motel.

There they will be when the tsunami hits.

That's what I know. The object of this writing trip is to fill in all the details. That's the challenge. How do I make the above broad strokes interesting?

12:10: I decide to try one of my secondary walking paths first, since it's Saturday and my main path is probably busy with people. Running into people interrupts the process.

This seems to be mostly a dog walking offshoot. Usually at least one car, but none today, so I'm grabbing it. If I walk more than a mile, I'm past the likelihood of running into anyone. There is about a mile of clear path, then a very steep and muddy climb, which I've not attempted yet. I'm going to do it today, by going beside the path and walking from grass clump to grass clump. Then I'll be on my own to write.

It's 43 degrees, wet on the ground, cloudy. Good walking weather, actually.

On the drive out, I confirm that I want to tell this chapter from Kristine's viewpoint. She's a very greedy woman, so she'll go on and on about how big the house is, and how richly appointed. That's about all I've come up with yet.

There is a drawbridge to the island, so I have her think: "Only a billionaire would have the Pacific Ocean as his moat." Heh.

Telling detail, #1. That's the sort of thing I'm looking for.

12:15: Heading out on my walk.

12:45: Have reached the base of the muddy hill, about a mile and a half in. Found a very nice writing spot, a flat rock and view, and I take out my laptop and sit down my still warm backpack.

I have thought of a number of "telling details" plus decided that the Kristine scene is only half the chapter, and that the second half is John Sanders, the Billionaire. To be written later in the walk.

1:15: Getting cold. It's the wind and the lack of sunshine. Wrote about 500 words. Going to continue my walk and warm up.

1:30: Another half mile. A very steep climb, so I took my time. I was thinking more about the climb than writing, but I'm going to try to write some. It's sprinkling a little. I keep meaning to bring a big plastic bag in case I ever get caught out in it.

1:45: Wrote another 500 words. I'm two miles into the walk, I can head back and get my usual four miles. But I've hit a flat spot so I think I'll walk a little further.

2:15: Walked another half mile. Past the "very steep hill" it is very pleasant. I think I want to go farther someday soon. Most people are probably stopped by the hill.

I'm back at the first writing station. Going to write some more.

2:30: Wrote another 500 words. Had intended to head back. The wind has been freezing. Then, miraculously, the sun came out and it feels great. Warm and energizing. So going to keep writing.

2:45: Heading back to the car. Have written 1500 words. Would like to write another 1000.

3:15: Back at the car. Going to warm up, eat lunch, and write some more.

3:45: Still need to write the last 1000 words. A big sex scene. Heh. Sex scenes are like action scenes, they seem relatively easy to write.

I write most of it right there.

I think the chapter works. Now I go home and read it to Linda and see what she thinks.

4:15: Home. Thought of a few more things to write. When I come in the house, I yell up to Linda. "Still writing!" and go into my room. Finish it up. Ended up being all Kristine, no Sanders.

5:00: Took a short nap, half on purpose (closing eyes, laying back, thinking.) Then read over story.
 Read story to Linda for her stamp of approval. She "liked" it.

Done writing for the day, except contacting Aaron about putting The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Murders up on Amazon on February 1, and making sure Lara has finished the edits, and doing some research on the best format.

Glamorous, no?






Unnecessary Risks.

I got 30,000 words into this novel before I ran into complications.

Some of that is inevitable. You set the story up, then you have to spin out the ramifications, and so it gets a little more complicated.

Anyway, I had one of the secondary characters, a graduate assistant, being a Asperger's person. I'm not sure why that happened, he just appeared.

I had a employee for several years who was Asperger's so I felt I had a pretty good handle on his outer actions, but then I went into his head.

This is obviously more of risk. I tried to use my own experiences as a agoraphobic for a number of years, my own love of routine, my own obsessive nature, as guides.

It feels right, and with writing, that's everything.

Anyway, the plot then turned a little on me. The very deadly neurotoxin of the sea snakes turns out to have an effect on autism. Suddenly, it becomes a major part of the story. Jerry becomes a central character, and even becomes pretty much the hero of the story. I bring in another character, who is more severely autistic.

Now I'm talking the politics of the syndrome. What's normal? Is a "cure" even necessary.

I go into Jennifer's head, and this is a little more alien, but again it feels right.

There much more relationship oriented material in this book -- which isn't completely necessary for an action, entertainment book. In fact, a straight entertainment novel doesn't need the autism angle and so on.

It's a risk. An unnecessary risk.

But why am I writing if I'm not will to take risks? I'm trying to stretch myself with every book. Well, not trying, per se, but just letting whatever happens happen, and that turns out to be something different with every book.

It probably doesn't matter, except maybe to me. I feel like I'm improving, though there is no way to judge that. But it feels right.