By the end of today, I should be 3/5ths of the way through The Last Fedora: The Gangster Golem Chronicles.
It's coming easy. Much like Tuskers. I should have it done by this time next week.
Why am I doing anything other than writing books this way?
Well, I can't be sure I'll always have that idea that completely engages me. On the other hand, so far, every time I've needed the next idea, it has come to me. Next, I have an idea that has a strong theme, if not a killer twist, and that is a love story called Gargoyle Dreams: A Gothic Love Story. Don't know if there is a book there, but there is the start of one.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to finish Tuskers III. I want to write the third Virginia Reed adventure, The Dark You Fear: Ghosts of the Lost Blue Bucket Mine.
But after that, I'm going to concentrate on one-ups for awhile. Single books. Hopefully with the feeling I had with Tuskers and The Last Fedora.
I'm getting way ahead of all the "support services," such as editors, cover artists, and publishers, but I've decided that is Okay. The writing of the original content is the important thing -- everything else will happen in its own good time.
I've let lots of things slide, personally and professionally. Fortunately Cameron and Matt are picking up the slack at the store. In fact, they seem to be doing better than I was. So that's covered.
When I'm really engaged in a book, everything else comes second. Personal grooming, eating, exercise, getting out, going to movies, reading books, TV, talking to Linda, the store, the family, the bills, the lawn and garden, the upkeep on the house, and on and on.
I figure everything is absolved if I actually write a good book.
A good book is the excuse for all things neglected.
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