Chapter Two of my thriller, "The Last Honest Man," is done.
It isn't going at all in the direction I expected. In my head, I have the framework for a proper thriller, but it's coming down on paper as something else-- something lighter. But...I like it. A lot.
It more Hiaasen than Lee Child, though I would never pretend to be as funny. It just has an easygoing tone, which probably isn't what you want in a thriller. But I like the characters already. I like the set up. I like the setting.
So I'm going to write it and hope for the best.
It sure as hell wants to be written. I've finished both chapters before noon. I wanted to stick to a one chapter a day pace, but I'm wondering if I should pick it up a little.
If it doesn't work out to the editor's satisfaction, I can always write another book. But while I'm more than willing to be aware of what the market wants, I'm not really willing to change my writing to get there, which may doom me as far as the mass market is concerned.
It isn't that I'm too proud. I just can't seem to write anything but what I write and if I did, it would almost certainly suck.
Comics coming 6/20/18
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