Despite everything – and somewhat ironically – writing-wise, 2012 was a good year for me. I completed an overhaul of my Deep South drama novella, The Ballad of Martha Brody; I finished the revision of my horror novelette, Replay (which is to be published early this year by Dark Prints Press); and in the dying moments of the year I even managed to close the door on the redraft of Bleeding Outside the Lines – possibly my most ambitious short horror story to date.
And that novel is edging ever closer to the finish line too… So yeah, all things considered, not too bad. Fingers crossed for 2013.
Happy New Year, folks! I hope all your dreams come true – even the silly ones that only you believe – and those resolutions to stop smoking, lose weight, get fitter, and be nicer, go unbroken.
…and blood, of course.
This week I finished writing a complex fantasy/horror piece called Bleeding Outside the Lines. It’s a story that’s been on my books for – quite literally – fifteen years.That is sometimes how it goes with me: I get an idea, write a few words, and then something else takes my fancy, and I forget about it for a while…. or a decade.
Not the same with women; just stories.
In that time it has gone through several name changes and even threatened never to see the light of day. It was supposed to come in under 5000 words (because this is the upper limit for most publications), and then – when that ship well and truly sailed – it was supposed to be no more than 10,000 (because by then, the potential publication list is really thin) but I waved goodbye to that as well round about the start of Act Three.
But a writer should always stay true to the story: it’s as long as it needs to be. Nothing else really matters. So, I finally put Bleeding Outside the Lines to bed after 12,500 words, most of which are pretty good. And yes, it’s in that murky-grey place called Novelette, where nobody wants to visit, and sounds a lot fluffier than it actually is.
I will begin searching for a home shortly, but right now… I need a break.