Apart from the usual.
I’ve been editing this story for so long, completed two other projects in between, decided to give up on it a few days ago — which led to a long dream-session where I saw the finished product so clearly …
And all these other stories keep calling out to me, tempting me, teasing me with exciting people and places and words and journeys …
But I have to finish it. Even if it takes me way too long. It’s a year overdue. A whole year of trying to fix bits, remove bits, operate here and there, make sure there’s nothing that can bite me on the butt.
Should I make this a long story short? Okay.
I will finish it, I will ignore all the siren-songs in the back of my head.
I will not write another story in the same vein.
From now on, I’m going with the Dark Fantasy/Light Horror, Urban Fantasy, Outback/Aussie stories — all with suspense and stuff — but no more in the thriller vein, no more with political undertones … I’m giving up on writing that genre, but not until I finish this one.
A story that’s started and not finished is like an ear-worm in your dreams. It doesn’t give up, it doesn’t allow deep sleep. Not when it’s as far along as this one is — it wants to be born.
I go on, look for me on the hustings one day, hopefully soon.
I shall return — I’m sure that’s been said before, and not by me.
Next item I intend to work on will be the cover. I will do a reveal. I hope the cover will help formalise the commitment.
Breathe, I say, breathe and continue, walk to the end of the road, see what is there to be seen, do what needs to be done so the gate can be closed …