Is Your Writing Following You?

Progress continues with the adventures of Zak Corbin, his friends and a certain seven-and-a-half foot tall robot.

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Finally gotten past some kind of halfway mark, although I think the word count will go from 70,000 to 75,000 depending on how it all plays out. I’ll update the ‘progress-o-tron’ accordingly. Zak is told to stay away from a strange old sailor, but there are new revelations concerning the sinking of the mighty Neptune. In addition, Pogo is acting quite different.

Other than writing, I apologize for the scattershot approach that has come with my blog updates, Facebook postings, and board discussions. I also haven’t been Tweeting regularly, (I can’t believe I actually capitalized that word), for reasons that will soon become clear.

Over the past two weeks or so, there’s been several upheavals in my personal life. I’m not going to get into any gory details, but there was a death in my family. A wonderful woman who stepped in when my own mother passed away is gone. Her name was Helen, and while she was my mother-in-law, we had a very untypical mother-in-law/son-in-law relationship. For one, we jousted and sparred back and forth all the time. I would crack a joke or make some inane comment just to get her attention. She would just shake her head at me and laugh. I loved that laugh. Helen raised two children practically by herself and they are marvelous people.

There are other issues. The Amazon contest is over and once again I find myself in the “close but no cigar” category of the semi-finalists. Amazon picked someone else’s book to be a finalist in the YA category. I’m sure it’s a fine book and even if it doesn’t win the “grand prize” this person will receive a publishing contract with Amazon.

So where does that leave me? Well, I have a perfectly wonderful book that has received great praise from another author who asked to read it and I have a review from Publishers Weekly that is worthy and quotable. Everyone loves Daryl’s artworks that I commissioned. But now I’m in exactly the same place with VANQUISH as I was a year ago. The concept is interesting, the story is interesting, the characters are interesting, but no one is stepping up and taking the next step to say that they would like to publish or represent me. Yes, it’s a constant quibble from authors. “How do I get published?”

Getting published or not, I still have to put money in my bank account and pay bills.This is the other calamity in my life. I am officially “done” with working in IT. I’ve done it for over 20 years, I’m not great at it, but I can get by. IT has been paying my bills and putting a roof over my head for so long that working in an office has become a crutch for me. I am ready to try new things. I really can’t      see myself working at my current job or position for the next 20 years. There’s a noticeable lack of happiness on my account and happiness, as someone told me, is a state of mind, not something you buy.

There’s a very personal thing happening in my life that I’m not going to discuss on a blog or on Facebook or Twitter, but the result of which is that I’m putting my house up for sale. I have no idea where I want to live or what employment I will pursue next. These are very stressful things and it’s easy to submerge myself back into the fantasy of my imaginary worlds.

Which leads me, in one of my wider loops of thought, back to my writing and ZAK CORBIN. It’s strange how the events of the story seem to be following me in real life. There is upheaval going on in Zak’s world too. Simple things are not so simple anymore. His friendship with Lisabeth has become strained. She suddenly doesn’t want to be around him anymore. People are talking behind his back. The adults in his life don’t like the people he’s befriending or the risks he’s taking. In other words, he’s growing into a new life. Zak’s making choices. And like me, I too am confronted with choices.

So I apologize if I become cagey or suspicious where it concerns these events. I’m sure my friends will either hear about it or figure it out, sooner or later, and there will be more heartbreak and questions than I can possibly stand. So I will keep on writing and putting forth new ideas. That’s the easiest and smartest choice I can make right now.

 

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