So, you know how I write SEO for a living? And how I supplement that with sex articles and TV reviews and book reviews and blogs and then I run an entire magazine?
Well, all that has left me with very little time or energy to write fiction.
This will not do…
I fully intended to NaNoWriMo that script I keep talking about. Guess what though? I didn’t do it. Part of that was time related. Another part was that if I get a lot of work done, and make a reasonable amount of money–I feel enough sense of accomplishment that I don’t feel like I need to do anything else on a given day. That’s a BIG part of the problem.
I intend to scale back on GeekBinge reviews. They are enormous fun, but don’t pay shit. Worse, they just aren’t getting the play that they should be. Maybe they are too long? I won’t be scaling back for a few weeks though. Mob City starts tonight and I’m totally covering it even though it’s the same night as American Horror Story: Coven.
Got a new gig this week, writing reviews of non-fic books that I get for free. Yeah…they had me at free books.
So yeah, the next thing I write should be that screenplay for SyFy. I’ll have to find an agent just to shop that, which will probably be really hard. But I have no excuse for not writing it. I just haven’t been pushing myself as hard as I could have–unless catching up on four seasons of Community counts as pushing myself. I strongly suspect that it does not.
After the script is done and shopping for an agent begins, I should finish that short story I started for an antho that I never subbed it to. Yeah…
But then, I should really look through my pile of half-finished novels and see which one I should pull out and work on. What to do About Franklin has some promising characters. It was an attempt to write something with the scope, humor, and gruesome shit as a Christopher Moore Pine Cove book. The main lesson I learned that I shouldn’t bother trying to emulate other writers. Mainly because, fuck that shit. Also, I would hate it if anyone tried to write like me on purpose. I’m so damaged emotionally that when I see that people are trying to get on my good side, it makes me think less of them. As in the popular Simpsons phrase You WOULD like me, Loser!
There’s that other book with a title so lame I can’t even remember it right now. That one is about 50,000 words deep (duh, it began as a NaNoWriMo) and is about a damaged woman in love with her hot hot boss. I know, right? That one has two different first-person POVs which is just so like me.