Monday, August 3, 2015

you say I would make a better liar

+ What's on: Ever After, by Marianas Trench

Hello, lovies.

I'm sorry about the long silence here--sorrier about the emails people have sent me that I either responded to super late or missed entirely. After King's Men came out and I posted the aftermath notes up here, I pretty much retreated into a shell to face Fox withdrawal. I knew letting go of the Foxes wouldn't be easy--it was one of the fears that held me back when King's Men was taking forever to get through revisions--but I didn't expect it to be so hard. I think I spent three months lying on my bedroom floor staring at the ceiling and swearing I would never write again no matter what. Drama queen, I know.

Last month everything went sideways, and in the midst of everything that went wrong I finally sat down and started writing again. Well, rewriting. It's slow going for the most part. The Foxhole Court was such an old, old story that my newer projects feel dull and shallow in comparison. Unfortunately I'm still not ready enough as a writer to revisit the remaining three relics, so I'm left trying to not hate the new stories simply for being new.

I'm also doing what I said I wouldn't and I'm looking into letting Amazon release print versions of the Fox books. I'm still not 100% comfortable with it, because print-on-demand opportunities mean the markup is pretty severe, but I've had just enough people ask about it that I'm letting go of the argument. Once I get all that straightened out I'll probably drop a line here.

How is everyone doing? What's new with you all?

Things are starting to get dangerous around here, she said. Do you think it would be easier for you and Kevin if I took Neil from you?

He waved that aside. Oh, Renee, no, no. I wouldn't wish him on anyone but a mortician. He stays with me.

She slid him a sideways look, debating, but Andrew didn't notice. He might have been checking to make sure Kevin was still in his line of sight, but these days it was hard to tell which one of the strikers he was looking at. Idly she wondered how long it would take Kevin to catch on. He wasn't used to sharing the spotlight in Andrew's tiny world.

Til death do we part, hm?

She thinks she is clever,
Andrew said--and it wasn't a yes, but it wasn't a no, so Renee only smiled and let it drop.

Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Foxes After King's Men

+ What's on: Fix Me, by 10 Years

So this got a lot longer than it was supposed to. I think this pretty much answers all the questions I've gotten so far? I might've missed something. If so let me know! Also, if you'd rather leave post-King's Men stuff to your imagination, I don't recommend clicking through the link.

Friday, January 2, 2015

there's a hole in my soul I can't fill it

+ What's On: Flaws, by Bastille

Happy New Year!

Wow, 2015 -- finally. I waited all year for 2014 to be over, and now that it is I'm at a loss! Did you know? 2015 is the first year since 1998 I will not have any Fox stories to work on. What.

So what's next? Good question! I have no idea. The only certainty I have is that it won't be sports fiction--AftG was always the only sports project in my arsenal. For that matter, it was the only contemporary piece. Every other project sitting shelved on my computer is fantasy, urban fantasy, or science fiction. Switching gears is bound to be a nightmare, made more complicated by how long I've had the Foxes in mental circulation. Every other story's been touched by the AftG project, so now I have to unravel the plot devices and personalities that got tangled up in them. And, as usual, the project I want to write and the project I'm presently capable of writing are two entirely different stories.

I'm not really sure what to do with this blog in the meantime, though, but I guess we're all used to long silences by now. But while I sort everything out, I owe some people some responses. I'm not trying to ignore you, I promise! I just needed to take a couple steps back for a while. Hopefully I'll have answered all emails & questions by the end of the weekend.