I was shocked to see nine days had passed since my last blog. Not really an encouraging sign. But there's a bit of news. Henry (my editor) emailed today to confirm the publisher and editor have agreed to my second title I was considering. They like and want to go with Oh Don't You Cry for Me.
For those who have read or heard any of my stories that will appear in this book, you'll notice that most of the characters I find myself drawn to write about are irreparably flawed, scarred by the jagged edge of daily events that surround most of us who pass through life with dysfunctional families, the raw flesh of self doubt, and the too-frequent sacrifice of pride or money or ego required to move on into another day--yet none of these characters wants your sympathy. Each finds a way to deal with his or her predicament and goes about life without much of a proverbial chip on their individual shoulders.
Since my last blog a week and a half ago, I have worked daily on the new story. I passed 8500 words this week, and am happy to finally begin to see where things may be headed. I'm guessing the first draft should go to 11,000 or more words. That should give me a good 9500 word story after one pass at editing.
Henry also said we have a firm date for publication: April 1, 2008 for official release and story stocking. Books should ship March 1.
Armed with that information, I'm now opening discussing specific opportunities to talk, read, sign, sell, or generally find an audience.
Oh, I did get to spend last weekend writing at Dauphin Island. The wind kicked the seas up to five feet, so fishing was out. Instead, my great friend Charles Woods (Bubba outside work) and I piddled around a little with the boat while our wives walked the beach. Mostly, we shucked raw oysters raked up earlier that day by Mr. Johnson who sells from a little, green cinder-block building without even a sign (just pull up and one of the grandkids will yell for pawpaw that somebody wants oysters) and fried a few shrimp fresh off the Skinner's boat. I was busily at this computer by 5 a.m. both days to get in a couple of hours before the house woke up.
Until we meet again, happy writing, or reading, as the case may be for you......
For those who have read or heard any of my stories that will appear in this book, you'll notice that most of the characters I find myself drawn to write about are irreparably flawed, scarred by the jagged edge of daily events that surround most of us who pass through life with dysfunctional families, the raw flesh of self doubt, and the too-frequent sacrifice of pride or money or ego required to move on into another day--yet none of these characters wants your sympathy. Each finds a way to deal with his or her predicament and goes about life without much of a proverbial chip on their individual shoulders.
Since my last blog a week and a half ago, I have worked daily on the new story. I passed 8500 words this week, and am happy to finally begin to see where things may be headed. I'm guessing the first draft should go to 11,000 or more words. That should give me a good 9500 word story after one pass at editing.
Henry also said we have a firm date for publication: April 1, 2008 for official release and story stocking. Books should ship March 1.
Armed with that information, I'm now opening discussing specific opportunities to talk, read, sign, sell, or generally find an audience.
Oh, I did get to spend last weekend writing at Dauphin Island. The wind kicked the seas up to five feet, so fishing was out. Instead, my great friend Charles Woods (Bubba outside work) and I piddled around a little with the boat while our wives walked the beach. Mostly, we shucked raw oysters raked up earlier that day by Mr. Johnson who sells from a little, green cinder-block building without even a sign (just pull up and one of the grandkids will yell for pawpaw that somebody wants oysters) and fried a few shrimp fresh off the Skinner's boat. I was busily at this computer by 5 a.m. both days to get in a couple of hours before the house woke up.
Until we meet again, happy writing, or reading, as the case may be for you......
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