Of course, then we have the small pots fermenting in the background, one a series with a significant main character and one a single release with a delightful, if emotional basis in what would seem, at first glance, to be anybody’s neighborhood. Plus there’s the sinfully despicable, even decadent novel that’s festering so badly that it’s eating through the steel lining of its storage container.
Meanwhile, TW sits snug and comfortable in its book box awaiting its moment in the sun as I contemplate pre-promotional pushes to get you folks interested in begging to sign up for copies pre-publication. I’d like a sign-up of at least 10,000 people, a modest amount, I believe. Still working out the hows on that, but, since I have a lot of in-house talent to tap — webmasters, artists, and an individual who feeds on anything having to do with marketing (someone I swear should be institutionalized). One thing I do know is that, once the brain-storming starts, I will want to leave the area. If I don’t, I can plan on feeling like I’ve just been flattened by a steamroller. (Gawd, they bore me sometimes with their jargon, their schemes, and calculating.)
Of course, also on my heady agenda is poking my peers in the ribs when they fail to deliver their daily quota of words. Then there’s planning out how to pre-promote, then promote, their efforts as well, once their tomes are headed into production.
Recently:
- Writing Pedagogues
- They Work Very Hard
- Treading the Dangers of Fiction
- Infighting About Grammar & Punctuation
- Scary Writers
- New Novel, Chapter Two
- To the Book Store
- New Novel Amid Chaos
- Raw Gore, Explicit Cruelty, Debased Sex in Novels
- Back from Summer Hiatus
