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Good news, bad news on the writing front.
We were in Grand Rapids this past weekend for the state volleyball championships. Youngest daughter played well, and her team went undefeated the first day. We happened to stop by the Meijers near Grand Valley in Allendale to pick up supplies, and I browsed the book section (as usual). Picked up a copy of Keri/kezarthur's Moon Sworn and happened to spy a new mass market titled Wave by Wil Mara.
Good news was the former. Keri's a friend/acquaintance from my Sock Monkey days and it's always nice to see someone you know succeed. Especially when they work hard.
Bad news was the Mara book, as its premise matches the one I pitched in 1998 to an agent. Only difference was that my book was set in Hawaii and around the Pacific Rim. I even had the same title.
Which goes to prove I can come up with good ideas, and it's only my work ethic that's in question. Which also explains the paucity of posts here and on Twitter. My muse threw the idea my way before the current run of thrillers by Dan Brown, James Rollins, and company. My muse threw the idea my way before the 2004 Indonesian tsunami.
My muse kicks ass. I do not.
This post is an apology. The reason I started to take writing seriously was because I had gone through 30-some years without finishing a book, and I saw King and Koontz put out books in 1995-96 that delivered on on ideas that I had years before. Heck, my muse even gave me an Under The Dome idea almost three years ago.
I'll say it again. My muse kicks ass/ I do not.
So ... do I give up?
I want to say no. I know I won't say that I'll try. The three-letter word might as well be a four-letter one for all the good it does. Let's say that I will do my best and quit starving my kick-ass muse.
We were in Grand Rapids this past weekend for the state volleyball championships. Youngest daughter played well, and her team went undefeated the first day. We happened to stop by the Meijers near Grand Valley in Allendale to pick up supplies, and I browsed the book section (as usual). Picked up a copy of Keri/kezarthur's Moon Sworn and happened to spy a new mass market titled Wave by Wil Mara.
Good news was the former. Keri's a friend/acquaintance from my Sock Monkey days and it's always nice to see someone you know succeed. Especially when they work hard.
Bad news was the Mara book, as its premise matches the one I pitched in 1998 to an agent. Only difference was that my book was set in Hawaii and around the Pacific Rim. I even had the same title.
Which goes to prove I can come up with good ideas, and it's only my work ethic that's in question. Which also explains the paucity of posts here and on Twitter. My muse threw the idea my way before the current run of thrillers by Dan Brown, James Rollins, and company. My muse threw the idea my way before the 2004 Indonesian tsunami.
My muse kicks ass. I do not.
This post is an apology. The reason I started to take writing seriously was because I had gone through 30-some years without finishing a book, and I saw King and Koontz put out books in 1995-96 that delivered on on ideas that I had years before. Heck, my muse even gave me an Under The Dome idea almost three years ago.
I'll say it again. My muse kicks ass/ I do not.
So ... do I give up?
I want to say no. I know I won't say that I'll try. The three-letter word might as well be a four-letter one for all the good it does. Let's say that I will do my best and quit starving my kick-ass muse.