Even with insomnia, this last week I got a story up off the ground from rough draft through two edits (thanks OWW people!) and off to the Shine Anthology before their deadline of July 31st. I’m not sure it’s optimistic enough and who knows what they’ll think of the contents/theme, but I figure it’s the first near-future story I’ve written and I think it’s a fairly sweet tale, so maybe they’ll like it. If not, oh well, on to somewhere else.
So far the story a week is happening. I just started the next one, though I need to do more research before I get more than a few opening sentences down (I want the turn of the century Ukraine feel to come across properly). I think I’m getting sick, however, so this story might happen more slowly. Just as long as I get three more written before I go on vacation, I think I’ll be satisfied. Then they can go up on OWW and collect some reviews while I’m gone. Once I get back I can edit, submit, and then buckle down and get the damn novel finished. It’s on like Donkey Kong after I return from Worldcon. That damn novel is taking too long and my wonderful novel edit exchange partner has been doing a great job of sending me critiqued chapters. I need to get the final third written so I can do the edits I so conveniently have piling up.
Then… tackling Casimir Hypogean. It’s almost time. Once these next three shorts are done I’ll have 12 stories in the submission cycle and hopefully the edited Chwedl as well making the agent rounds. After that there’s no excuse not to finish the rewrite of my bane novel. I have the suggestions I got at NorWesCon, I’m armed with the plot, and damn it if I’ll let this stupid project die without giving it a shot. Besides, I really do want to write the sequels. Kinda have to write the first one… you know, first.
All right. Drugs and then sleep. I will not be sick. I will not be sick. I’ve got too much to do!