So today I got up… not late but with too much to deal with before leaving for officeish. Blog post didn’t get done.
As always when this happens, I get stuck for stuff to write. The very fact that I’m already late makes it impossible for me to think of anything to write about… and it only gets worse.
It’s interesting what Cyn posted about writers and schizophrenia because my first idea for writing was about the curious relationship between writers and the voices in their heads, the attempts to medicalize it and the middle finger I’d like to show most of those people.
But then I have issues with the medicalization of a bunch of behaviors and problems, and I think in many occasions being depressed is a perfectly normal reaction to your life circumstances.
I might do that post tomorrow, now. There was after all the link at instapundit about writers having higher suicide rates and despite its being in Sweden (A Portuguese ambassador got kicked out of Sweden for excessive drinking. Those of you who know how Swedes drink can marvel. His answer was “It’s the most depressing country in the world. I had to drink.”) I can see a link here. My dentist tells me freelance writers grind their teeth more than anyone else, so… there is something in it.
But it is something for tomorrow.
Anyway, so I couldn’t figure out what to write about EXACTLY and a lot of this post is going to be scattered, as I cram into it everything I coulda shoulda might yet write about.
First, my short story Waiting For Juliette is free on the Kindle and non drmed so you can put it on whatever devices you want. The internet is giving me guff so I can’t give you a link till tonight. Anyway, if it puzzles you a little, it came out in an anthology “The future we wish we had” – I was going to make it a sentient house story, but Dave Freer scooped me on that, so… cold sleep.
Second, I’m considering a Kickstarter but not sure what for. I feel if I’m going to kickstart it, it needs to be a research-intensive project which I wouldn’t do without money upfront. I’m hesitating between the last two books of the Shakespeare series (No, it wasn’t meant to end on the third.) and a second trilogy in the magical British empire, where the Kaiser is a secret werewolf, and… well… things go wrong and there’s the equivalent of WWI, with the second generation of our brave protagonists joining in and – for reasons unknown to me – a French orphan and a donkey caught in it all. (She hasn’t told me what she and the donkey have to do with anything.)
Other things at various stages of completion that MUST get done soon (in my copious spare time) include, of course, the long overdue Noah’s Boy, before Toni Weisskopf comes over and superglues my butt to my writing chair; Through Fire, second of the Earth Revolution; Starting DS3; then the indie stuff – The Brave And The Free, Orphan Kittens, the Fourth Furniture Refinishing, Shadow Gods (almost there) and shorter term, a story in DST for Baen for xmas, and a xmas anthology for indie publishing.
It will all get done, one way or another, but I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t wish for a PTerry procrastinator in order to borrow time.
And now I’ll shut up and go to work.