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Re-up

Having subjected A Sea Sought in Song to one last editorial pass, and having submitted it to five indie publishers, I’m now churning through Book Two—Wrath and Crimson Rime—to give it a once-over as well. I really do think this will be the final edit on my part. The sequel was always in relatively better shape, since I already had 116K words’ worth of voice-development under my belt before I started it. So by the end of the weekend, I’ll have two full novels fit and trim and ready to face the world. Again. Theoretically.

In the meantime, I thought I’d re-up my heretofore greatest claim to fame: the chapter from Book Two which won an Honorable Mention at the prestigious Writers of the Future contest in the 1st quarter of 2019. As a flashback to Hugh Conrad’s past, it’s a rip-roarin’ noir adventure set in 1947 Iceland. It’s fun, exciting, tragic, and intriguing. It’s worth a read. After all, just look how it begins:

Anyway, if you want to give it a gander just click here.

[Language and violence advisory notice: these are adult novels I’m writing, after all.]

Lyrical Chops

In the interest of self-promotion (which I’m bad at), or of screaming into the void (which I’m all-too-good at), I’d like to take this opportunity to display part of one of the more flattering full-manuscript rejections I’ve yet received from a publisher (a major one, whose name you’d know).

And for the record, I’d like to state that ALL the songs in A Sea Sought in Song (which def lives up to its name) are both pertinent (tho not necessarily “penitent”) and relevant.

Not Through

Hey everyone. I’m still here.

Last week my literary agent literally went out of business. After three years of minimal-to-no effort on his part, I probably wouldn’t have even known the difference, except that he takes with him the peace of mind attendant on a process of elimination occurring in the background. He wasn’t a particularly good representative, but at least he was able to get in the door with publishers who don’t interface directly with the hoi polloi. Now, it’s up to me to put in the submissions legwork once again.

So that’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

Over the weekend I gave A Sea Sought in Song its umpteenth editorial pass. I tweaked a few sentences here and there and caught a single typo in 116,600 words: I’d written “bad” when I meant “bag.” Now my debut novel is advancing once more into the breach, dear friends. I’m not through with this story—not by a long shot. I’m ready to forget the bad and get that bag.

Coincidentally, last month I finally made the incision and sunk my teeth into the second half of Book Three. Things are happening.

This story’s gonna make it outta my computer alive, whether by hook or by crook.

Mapception

For the last several months I’ve been stuck in Book Three. Done some revision and stage-setting, but haven’t been able to charge ahead through the big mid-book cliffhanger.

The problem is that at this phase of Book Three, I’m supposed to mastermind an elaborate heist. This is difficult for obvious reasons, the main one being that I can’t do my usual thing and just start writing. Two paragraphs into pantsing one character’s subplot and I’ll already be screwing up another’s. If I don’t envision the entire interlocking mechanism before hitting the switch, it’ll end up falling apart.

The heist is going down in a palatial underground complex. Currently it’s kind of a black box in there, and this is the problem. I have a highly visual imagination, and I can’t even begin to plot out who’s supposed to do what where until I get blueprints for this place. I know what’s going on with my characters before they go in, and I know what they’ll be like when they come out, and I’ve caught glimpses of what happens inside, but the nitty-gritty details elude me. What I need is a map—or better yet, a 3D render.

So that’s what I’m making. Not a 3D render; a map that’ll let me render the setting in my mind.

In a way this is a positive predicament. Much to my chagrin, I’m right there with my characters. They need to infiltrate this place, and so do I. Hopefully the map gets me inside.

Blank Page Energy

Hello there, nascent fandom! The work progresses! With Chapter Nine completed, Book Three has passed 75,000 words. For the first time in … what, a year? … I’ve finally pushed through to a blank page.

As those of you who’ve been keeping up with this blog know, late last year I paused partway through Chapter Nine to circle back through Book Three and integrate additional subplots. What’s news is that, after finally catching back up with myself, I proceeded to turn Chapter Nine into the longest chapter in my entire series thus far. But I’ve been assured it doesn’t feel long, because it’s mostly frenetic action!

Anyway, now for the first time in what feels like forever I can make a fresh incision on a blessedly featureless block. The next chapter will conclude Part One of Book Three. Each book contains two parts, and the part-break typically bridges some great tension or revelation. This next chapter will lead up to a deliciously stressful development. Exciting!

No news yet on the publishing front, but I’m not worried. All I need is a single bite. The “Seed of Glory Sown in Sorrow” saga will see the light of day one way or another.