Next Projects
And now, I get to decide what to do next.
Short Stories
Stories to be written/rewritten*: 2
Stories to be edited before submitting: 8
Stories to be submitted for first sale: 7
Stories to try and get reprint sales for: 11
* These are not my standard short stories--not including "Remediation" in this. In my mind, the handwritten stories are a totally unrelated thing. Not for standard writing time consumption. Note to self: "Spam" and "Coral".
Novels
(Does not include the letter game novel I'm writing with Andre.)
Agents on my A-list for Vicesteed that I still need to query: 2
Novels in progress: 1
That novel is Tree of Life, which I think I might end up calling Heretic's Hope. And I'm only 18,000 words into it (thought it was more), but I've left Leander, the poor main character, stranded in this horrible place for a long time now! Poor bastard. I mean, he's deserted from the military, committed blasphemy (to save his faith), and fled his dying homeworld. He's trapped on a refitted generation ship that's a labyrinth carved out of an asteroid, and he just had the everliving shit beat out of him...by gravity. He's about to be blackmailed into doing Terrible Things. And he doesn't know if this will even work, or if he's damned his soul for nothing. Is it any wonder he's been bugging my brain, wanting to get through this to something better?
P.S. Oh, and I want to pick up the Twitfic thing again. When I got sick and life got busy, I kinda dropped the ball on that goal.
Short Stories
Stories to be written/rewritten*: 2
Stories to be edited before submitting: 8
Stories to be submitted for first sale: 7
Stories to try and get reprint sales for: 11
* These are not my standard short stories--not including "Remediation" in this. In my mind, the handwritten stories are a totally unrelated thing. Not for standard writing time consumption. Note to self: "Spam" and "Coral".
Novels
(Does not include the letter game novel I'm writing with Andre.)
Agents on my A-list for Vicesteed that I still need to query: 2
Novels in progress: 1
That novel is Tree of Life, which I think I might end up calling Heretic's Hope. And I'm only 18,000 words into it (thought it was more), but I've left Leander, the poor main character, stranded in this horrible place for a long time now! Poor bastard. I mean, he's deserted from the military, committed blasphemy (to save his faith), and fled his dying homeworld. He's trapped on a refitted generation ship that's a labyrinth carved out of an asteroid, and he just had the everliving shit beat out of him...by gravity. He's about to be blackmailed into doing Terrible Things. And he doesn't know if this will even work, or if he's damned his soul for nothing. Is it any wonder he's been bugging my brain, wanting to get through this to something better?
P.S. Oh, and I want to pick up the Twitfic thing again. When I got sick and life got busy, I kinda dropped the ball on that goal.