So 2014 has been an interesting year. Now that it’s over, I can laugh about it, right? Lots of changes in my personal life meant lots of delays in my authorly life, but with regards to my annual goals list I still had some big successes. Let’s take a look, shall we?
About this time, I generally go through my goals list item by item and detail how far I’ve gotten. Of course, I didn’t get nearly as much done as I’d hoped (nothing new there), and since I’m far too lazy to go back a year and look at the actual list, I’m just going to point out a few successes. I’ll start with one very cool item I may have already mentioned.
Camp Hollybrook has found a home with the good folks at Damnation Books. Camp Hollybrook is my mildly humorous and very bloody Bigfoot novella that I loosely set in the Jersey Pine Barrens. I’m excited for this release, because I think the book is a lot of fun. Of course, you don’t have to take my word for it, let’s hear from someone who’s a bit of an expert on things humorous AND bloody:
“A gory, fun-filled creature feature romp. There’s nothing pretentious about this one—just enjoy the splattery ride!” — Jeff Strand, author of DWELLER
Another goal was to join the Horror Writer’s Association and earn enough from book sales to pay for my annual membership. That one gets a yes and yes. I know some folks take issue with the HWA, but I’m the type of person to ignore the occasional drama and focus on the good things. The HWA is the professional association for dark fiction writers, and that’s what I write. I do plan to renew my membership for 2015. So there, I said it.
Yet another goal of mine was to write a new short story a month for the entire year. Although this one’s a no, I did manage to write a handful of really damn cool shorts that I’m very proud of. In my opinion, this year I wrote some of the best short work I’ve ever done. Of course, I haven’t spent a lot of time shopping them around (or doing anything else for that matter) because of the next goal.
FINISH THE DAMN SUBMARINE NOVEL. As of today, that one is a yes screamed from the highest mountain I could find…which is just the foot-tall hill in my back yard, but it’s the thought that counts, right? After years of work on this damn thing, I was tired of talking about edits and revisions and changes and blah blah blah. I sat down, ignored everything else except work and family, and finished the final edit. In the past 2 months, I haven’t written or shopped any other work. I haven’t written any new music. I haven’t played any video games (no, really…I haven’t!). I haven’t even spent much time on the internet. All I’ve done is work on this book, and now it’s not only done, but it even has a title.
Funny thing about this is, the final version came in right around 64,000 words. I didn’t plan that at all, I just write until it’s done and then edit the crap out of it. Know what else came in right around 64,000 words? Stripped. True story. Weird, right?
Anyway, next step is to stick a hot poker in my eye. That would be less painful than drafting the synopsis and query letters, but it’s a necessary evil if I ever want this book to set sail.
You see what I did there? Set sail? Because it’s a Navy book? Get it?
Ahem…anyway, there’s a question that I know I’m going to get eventually, so I’ll just ask myself first.
Question: Do sailors really say fuck that much?
Answer: Yes, yes they do.
So there’s another book done, now to figure out what’s next (there are three on deck, with a few more waiting in the wings…it could go either way, but I’m thinking I’ll wrap Celery Hand Duran before digging into the haunted house book…but don’t quote me).
However…before working on any of that, I might just get drunk tonight and kill a few hundred zombies with my old pal Isaac Washington. I hope you’ll all join me.
Happy New Year!