BLACK & ORANGE has a release date
Though it's tentative-- and could maybe even happen later than scheduled-- it is nice to know that my first novel has a release date, that of July 2010. I've had some great writers already read the manuscript and offer blurbs, which has been an exciting process to say the least. Among them are Jonathan Maberry, Nate Kenyon, Gene O'Neill, and of course my comrade and first reader ever, Michael Louis Calvillo.
I know myself. The time this novel becomes available, I'm going to sweat. It's easy to tell yourself that some will like it, some won't, but a writer's sickness for love cannot find reason at such times. I may have twenty positive reviews and one negative-- and if that negative is a fair review, it'll eat at me. Sure, I'm supposed to learn from it, come out a better writer, etc, but there will be a sudden drop into depression, no doubt, because I know myself.
Anyhow, I'll try to be happy and retain all the giddiness possible through the process. The novel was written to entertain on all levels, both base and sophisticated, and though the baser elements are easy to clarify, the vaulted standards of symbolism, metaphor, theme, are not.
Whatever the case, I hope either success or failure will repair my recent nose-dive of determination. Lately I haven't had much time to write, and instead of missing it, I embraced the calm. The novel I'm actively working on THE ENDING STREET has been chipping away at my sanity. I know where to go with it and how to go about it, and yet the ideas are challenging-- they're a problem, often enough. I had hoped to finish the first draft by xmas but that doesn't seem likely.
I just hope this new year will shed some photosynthetic driving light on this bowing, wind-nipped dandelion.
I know myself. The time this novel becomes available, I'm going to sweat. It's easy to tell yourself that some will like it, some won't, but a writer's sickness for love cannot find reason at such times. I may have twenty positive reviews and one negative-- and if that negative is a fair review, it'll eat at me. Sure, I'm supposed to learn from it, come out a better writer, etc, but there will be a sudden drop into depression, no doubt, because I know myself.
Anyhow, I'll try to be happy and retain all the giddiness possible through the process. The novel was written to entertain on all levels, both base and sophisticated, and though the baser elements are easy to clarify, the vaulted standards of symbolism, metaphor, theme, are not.
Whatever the case, I hope either success or failure will repair my recent nose-dive of determination. Lately I haven't had much time to write, and instead of missing it, I embraced the calm. The novel I'm actively working on THE ENDING STREET has been chipping away at my sanity. I know where to go with it and how to go about it, and yet the ideas are challenging-- they're a problem, often enough. I had hoped to finish the first draft by xmas but that doesn't seem likely.
I just hope this new year will shed some photosynthetic driving light on this bowing, wind-nipped dandelion.