I have, a year late and after half a dozen false starts and tens of thousands of words thrown away, finally finished the 3rd book in the quartet I’m writing for my nephew.
It is, I am pretty confident, utter shit, but Christ, at least it’s finished.
That’s…three, I think. Books I’ve written this year. STONE’S THROE, which will be out-soon! January, maybe, for Kickstarter backers? March or April for everybody else? BEWITCHING BENEDICT, the Regency we’re shopping around, and now SKYMASTER.
Also I have written pretty nearly half of
MAGIC & MANNERS, a substantial epic fantasy proposal, a less substantial dystopic YA proposal,
a Highlander fic, and…most of a short story for a patron and I need to finish that right away now. :)
Jesus. I’m wrecked. It’s nowhere near the greatest amount of writing I’ve done in a year-it’s maybe 300K, but I don’t think it’s quite that much-but I’m just bloody shattered.
I think I’ll go to bed now.
(x-posted from
The Essential Kit)