Time to Shift Some Gears

So I came to a conclusion the other day. And for most people this will appear to be no big deal, but for me it's kinda huge. For the past eight or nine years I've been working towards being a horror writer. It's be a road that I have not been too serious about and my work (while getting better) has never been where I thought it should be.

Now don't get me wrong. I love reading horror works, I love watching horror movies. Some of my favorite books have been and always will be horror.

It's just that writing the stuff I always felt like I was wearing the wrong pajamas. They fit, and sometimes they were a little comfy...but for the whole part they just didn't quite fit right.

So I wrote a Steampunk story and turned it in to my creative writing class. The kids went nuts over it...they loved the idea (though they tore the story apart).

I think the novel I'm going to write over NaNoWriteMO will be Steampunk in creation. I think it's were I need to be. It's more of a natural fit. You would think at my age realizing what you really are would be easy. And yet after each layer I always seem to find another farther down.

WIP Wednesday

I am so itching to start working on my list of steampunk ideas, but I've got the type of personality where I like finish the projects I've already started. So I've got to finish "Mutant Freaks Must Die" - a little tale about alien invasion, smoking adolescents and one very capable high school janitor who saves the day. I keep repeating like a mantra "only ten more pages to go...only ten more pages to go."

Anyway...here's what I wrote last night.

"What do you think it looks like moron," Chastity demanded. "It's clearly some sort of alien crap."

"Yeah right," the sophomore said sarcastically, "alien crap which turns people into giant bugs when you smoke it. That's insane!"

"Insane or not," I countered. "I think she's probably right."

"HA," the girl snapped back before adding. "Take that!"

"Will the two of you shut up for a second," I suddenly yelled. "I'm trying to think."

All Things Wizards and Zombies

I have really, really, really been trying to stick to my thirty minutes of writing a day (at least).

I still have twenty pages left of "Mutant Freaks Must Die" and then the rewrites of my Steampunk story.

After that I would like to finish another Steampunk story I have written (something my creative writing class has shown quite a bit of interest in...and let's face it I can't let the little 'uns down. I mean they are just soooooo cute).

The idea is to get all this done before November so I can hit the Steampunk Novel full force for NanoWriteMo.

Problem is...if you could call it a problem...my two young adult novels have been making the rounds at school. A kid will finish one book with great ideas, then another kid will want to read it and then they'll have rewrite ideas. And the thing is...they're all really good ideas. So here I am rewriting, while playing hunt the agent, while trying to keep up on my other stuff.

Then you get stuff like, oh I don't know...this thing called life which tends to get in the way.

Still it's all very exciting.

My friend Lauren gave me a gift of Zombie Zinfandel, or "Zombie Zin" for short.



I've promised that when "Zombacolypse!" gets published she, the wife unit, her husband unit and I will all break into it together.

Now I've really got a goal.