Adult life really gets in the way of writing. By now, I should not only be done editing Freakhouse, but my cover should be made and this post would include a release announcement. Reality, on the other hand, has determined that I have not even opened up the Freakhouse file since I consulted with my last beta reader, something that has me concerned since I have also vowed to undertake the Camp NaNoWriMo challenge in order to complete the sequel, a feat that I believe requires me to refresh my memory on Freakhouse related things.
I must be in NaNo mode already, look at that run-on.
So why am I taking the time to complain about this on a blog as opposed to actually using this spare moment get my act together and re-read the damn thing? Because this takes far less time and effort. Sure Freakhouse can be read in one sitting, but I don't believe for a moment that will actually bring myself to do that today. And since I really only have today (thanks to an unexpected middle of the night excursion in Emergency; I'm doing much better now, by the way), I have the terrible feeling that I will put it down, walk away and not even look at it for at least another week - probably in those last few moments before NaNo actually begins.
A poor excuse I know, but really I just felt the urge to do something partially creative with the small burst of motivation I have right now, which will probably soon fade into a fog of naptime. Hey, I wasn't released until 3:00am, I can naptime all I want!
Though if I can take anything away from this experience, I must say that the inmates of Freakhouse have a far better doctor response time. No character of mine is going to spend hours in a waiting room, praying that they don't have to run back out to spend another $20 on parking, and wondering as each hour passes if somehow they were forgotten about! Granted that I wasn't tortured for scientific experimentation either - at least I hope I wasn't - but still, it shouldn't require one to break into a seizure just to be allowed to get a blood sample over and done with. Hmmm, new ideas for new lows in the new ward...
Regardless on when I get Freakhouse up and running, April will be the commencement of Parish. I don't feel nearly as prepared as I was for Freakhouse, but I have a good sense of the milestones. Plus, Dotan is pretty good about running his own show so I know that the story will go where it's supposed to.
I know, until it is actually released, this all pretty much means nothing, except to two other people who have some idea what this is all about. In short, two books are coming. Three if I am very optimistic about Knightsbridge - but don't get me started on that one. This post has already turned itself into a long rant of pent-up writer aggravation. You can rest assured that it will only get worse in April when I'm freaking out about word counts and trying to not-so-secretly compete with the random strangers who have been placed in my "cabin". I don't know if I like this "Camp" idea, but I'm committed now. NaNoing outside of November... it's almost sacrilegious...
Well that's enough rant from me. There is still much procrastination left to do!
I must be in NaNo mode already, look at that run-on.
So why am I taking the time to complain about this on a blog as opposed to actually using this spare moment get my act together and re-read the damn thing? Because this takes far less time and effort. Sure Freakhouse can be read in one sitting, but I don't believe for a moment that will actually bring myself to do that today. And since I really only have today (thanks to an unexpected middle of the night excursion in Emergency; I'm doing much better now, by the way), I have the terrible feeling that I will put it down, walk away and not even look at it for at least another week - probably in those last few moments before NaNo actually begins.
A poor excuse I know, but really I just felt the urge to do something partially creative with the small burst of motivation I have right now, which will probably soon fade into a fog of naptime. Hey, I wasn't released until 3:00am, I can naptime all I want!
Though if I can take anything away from this experience, I must say that the inmates of Freakhouse have a far better doctor response time. No character of mine is going to spend hours in a waiting room, praying that they don't have to run back out to spend another $20 on parking, and wondering as each hour passes if somehow they were forgotten about! Granted that I wasn't tortured for scientific experimentation either - at least I hope I wasn't - but still, it shouldn't require one to break into a seizure just to be allowed to get a blood sample over and done with. Hmmm, new ideas for new lows in the new ward...
Regardless on when I get Freakhouse up and running, April will be the commencement of Parish. I don't feel nearly as prepared as I was for Freakhouse, but I have a good sense of the milestones. Plus, Dotan is pretty good about running his own show so I know that the story will go where it's supposed to.
I know, until it is actually released, this all pretty much means nothing, except to two other people who have some idea what this is all about. In short, two books are coming. Three if I am very optimistic about Knightsbridge - but don't get me started on that one. This post has already turned itself into a long rant of pent-up writer aggravation. You can rest assured that it will only get worse in April when I'm freaking out about word counts and trying to not-so-secretly compete with the random strangers who have been placed in my "cabin". I don't know if I like this "Camp" idea, but I'm committed now. NaNoing outside of November... it's almost sacrilegious...
Well that's enough rant from me. There is still much procrastination left to do!
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