Tim got me pondering
It's true. After a week of dead euphoric relief about having Undertow
and A Companion to Wolves
at least temporarily off my desk, and a little breathing room established before they or Whiskey & Water
redescend, I've started being fretful again. It's like the driving wheel doesn't ungear; when I run out of track, it just starts whirring deeper and deeper into the mud.
On the other hand, I am crossing smaller projects off my to-do list, which is nice. (I have a crappy draft of the ASIM article, which needs a serious revision and focus, but I have a draft--the hard part is done. That means the only thing I have to get done in September is the New Amsterdam novelette for Subterranean.)
Since part of the purpose of this blog is to give an dog's eye view of what the life of a working writer is really like, and because I need to have a good sit-down-and-prioritize, and because I am of the sort that stresses less when she has a plan, you all get treated to a discussion of how I mean to spend the last third of 2006. (Calm down, Bear. There is still a third of a year left. That's a lot of time.)
Okay. So right now, I am in the enviable position of having books in the can through 2007 for all my publishers, and nothing under contract that's not
written except a gonzo space opera novella (due in April, 18-25K, shouldn't be too hard to get done.) and half of the New Amsterdam
collection, which amounts to two novelettes and a novella: "Limerent," (of which I have 18 pages written), "Chatoyant," and "Lumiere."
Limerent has to be done by Sept. 5. That is my first priority.
Also, I owe Jay a short story for a Secrit Project. *g* Which I have not forgotten. I just need to sit down and do the bloody research for it. Call that a week, at least. And I have about eight unifinished shorts that it would make me very happy to get written, because, well, I hate unfinished projects. They chafe.
Also. The copy-edited manuscript for Whiskey & Water
will be along sometime this fall, and that's a week's work right there. There were also be revisions to Undertow
, which may be light (I did the fixes to Scardown
in two hours) or they may be heavy (Whiskey & Water
took most of a month to fix.) So I need to leave space in my life for that.
I'm also lucky in that I have the next three books in the Promethean Age
series written (if anybody wants to publish them, of course; I'm waiting to hear back from Penguin on the option novel now. If nobody wants to publish them, then I'm unlucky in that I'm stuck with three manuscripts that go in the trunk. *g*) And I have solid ideas for six more books in that setting, and vague ideas for oh, maybe a few more. So that sucker is set through 2009, at a conservative estimate, and by the time I need to write more books in it, they should be good and ripe.
So that's a ball that's totally in the other guy's court. Which is the thing about life that I am worst about, by the way: I suck at waiting, and I suck at not being in control. Call it a life lesson, and move on.
Spectra is going to need a book proposal for their
contracted option novel sometime after Undertow
is revised and finally accepted. That will probably be Dust
: I need fifty pages and a synopsis. I should probably get that done by the end of winter, really. Assuming they buy it (which of course is never certain) and assuming they offer another two-book contract, I should also have at least a vague idea of what happens after that. I currently have two options in mind: Spindrift
, which would take place in the Jennyverse but not be a direct sequel to that trilogy, or Soldier's Heart
, which needs a title that sounds less like a romance novel, which would be a direct sequel to Carnival
, concerning any possible survivors of that book. (eh heh. heh heh.)
I've also been thinking about putting together the ToC for a Promethean Age collection, though about a third of the stories are already in TCTYR, and I eventually want to do a second collected-works anthology, so I dunno. That might, indeed, be Blue Oyster Cult-like milking of the same three songs. *g*
And then there's the Edda of Burdens. Which is my first three books, a not-a-trilogy comprised of All the Windwracked Stars, By the Mountain Bound,
and The Sea thy Mistress
. This is the infamous Noir Norse Steampunk Heroic Fantasy With Catgirls, Rent Boys, And Valkyrie Smut. I love this project. It's dear to my heart. It's the setting I spend my daydreaming time in.
I have drafts of all three books written. The problem is, the first one sucks in all the ways a first novel can suck, the formerly-second-now-third one is a mess, and the formerly-third-now-second one is actually structurally sound, but the prose is, well. I believe the expression is "I have done better since."
I've rewritten the first 70 pages or so of AtWS, and prepared a complete proposal. So *that* is squared away, and technically I don't have any more work to do on those until and unless we sell them, which we will (I have some faith) do in due course. (arcaedia
likes the rewrite so far; I
like the rewrite so far, and I'm having tremendous fun with it.)
On the other hand, it needs a lot of fixing. To the tune of, really, writing a whole new book that bears some superficial resemblances to the old. And I'm pretty burned out and need a break from heavy work for a while. (One of the tricks of being your own writerboss is knowing when to cut yourself some slack.) And I'm currently giving myself a break from writing anything new, in fact, until after Worldcon.
(I realized I needed this because while I have pages of notes for "Limerent," and I know pretty much everything that happens, I find myself staring at the page for hours on end, struggling to so much as put down a word, while my brain comes up with household chores that need doing before we write.) (and of course this would all be a cakewalk if it weren't for the time commitments of cons and The Day Job, but... it's nice to be able to eat something other than Ramen Shame (aka Purina Student Chow), and see friends and fans.)
So this morning I came up with the solution.
All that BtMB needs, really, is the prose and storytelling brought up to snuff, a storytelling choice I've decided is better addressed by moving the offending plot thread to The Sea thy Mistress
polished out, and the voices of the three first person narrators made more distinct. It's revising, not new writing.
...and it will keep me from feeling like a complete slacker sitting around the house in my mustard-stained wifebeater and eating pretzels. It's like a vacation... that fools my Puritan Work Ethic into thinking it's not a vacation!