SARSAPARILLA (REIMBED VIDEO)
Although I have been crappy about updating in recent weeks, I have in a very mysterious way been writing my ass off. (This is in reference to the super double top secret project I wrote, that my writing partner won’t let me talk about for reasons I don’t understand, but go along with for his comfort. And yes, mentioning something that I can’t elaborate on further does make me feel like a huge douche. I hope that is mitigating). Anyhow the good news is that I am now pretty much done with the super double top secret mysterious writing that I am not allowed to tell you about.
The sad news (other than that I can’t tell you about the secret project) is this: for the next two or three weeks I am going to place my sole focus on the super double “go ahead and read it if you want to” project that only about fifty of you care about. What is this project? Why it is my middle grade fantasy book, Gray Bolt Ascending, of course!
I had a very good momentum going with it when I first started, then lost it due to a bunch of responsibilities being dropped on me from out of nowhere. But now, I am going to bear down and finish the first draft in the next two weeks. So approximately fifty of you should now rejoice. Your minor “squee” of excitement will not suffice. I need some serious rejoicing. Okay? Good.
Enough, enough. Seriously, you should stop now. You’re making me uncomfortable. No seriously knock it off!
ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS DIES AT THE END! DOES THAT WIPE THE SMILE OFF YOUR FACE?
There, I thought that would do it. Also, I’ve been wanting to announce that kind of news since the first time I saw previews for sweeps season on television when I was a toddler. Although in this case I am not just making a joke. One of the good guys in my middle grade fantasy book will die by the end. Muahahahahaha!
Now for an interesting tidbit. Did you know if I write fiction for too long I get a sort of creative mental lag? I just start thinking up different weird scenarios that don’t have anything to do with anything.
Yesterday I spent thirty minutes staring off into space thinking about how horrible it must be to look like Abraham Lincoln (this is because no matter what you do to your hair style, you will always look like Abraham Lincoln) whereas people who look like Jesus are just crying for attention. Hey assholes who look like Jesus! Don’t come whining to me when a simple haircut would solve all your problems. Guys who look like Abraham Lincoln are the real unfortunates.
So today, while I was knee deep in Gray Bolt Chapter 13, I started to think about what it would be like if I were a crusty old sea dog in a bar with sawdust covered floors, thumping my peg leg in time with the music, as I swung my beer stein from side to side as I hollered old shanties. I concluded that this would be pretty awesome, except for the times when I had to stare distantly out at sea and talk about how “Aye, the sea she’s a harsh mistress she is, but one I love more than I have ever loved any faye lass.”
Then I looked up a bunch of sea shanties on youtube, and sang along with them. This one is my favorite.
