Here’s one to add to the sales listings–Fire Watcher is $.99 in ebook (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, Kobo). Funny thing about this book–I wrote Dark Watcher first, then Fire Watcher while I was waiting to see if the former would get picked up. Then, I wrote Working for the Devil. After that came Storm Watcher. Of course, I wrote Selene before any of those…but that’s a whole different ball o’ wax.
…I should do a post about that timeline, because it’s a messed-up universe. I know exactly where it diverges from our own history–I generally do, even with things like the Hostage to Empire books–and exactly how the intervening historical events played out. There are also some indications that Watchers exist in other timelines, like in Ryan and Chess’s world.
These are things writers think about. In my case, it’s probably why I’m unfit for most human company, because so much of me is away somewhere else building stories.
We’re having what the meteorologists are pleased to call “unsettled weather”, which means we finally got some rain and it’s been glorious, though it’s also been hell on the sinuses. There were even some reports of funnel clouds, though not a hint of lightning. Kind of makes me want to go watch Emerald City again so I can brush up one of those quasi-fanfics.
Yep, sure, another project, that’ll definitely solve all my problems. It’s not like I just added two to the list just yesterday, either. I think I might be ready to go back to Space Werewolves–the last time I touched that story was during the week leading up to Bailey’s passing, and I doubted I’d ever come back to it. But lately I’ve been thinking about it and wondering if I want to do some different things with it, practice some writing outside my usual. We’ll see.
So the project roster right now looks like: The Highlands War, actively writing; Gamble, the third Ghost Squad book, actively writing; a Sekrit Projekt (oooh, mysterious); an experiment in co-writing that I really want to get finished since it’s been hanging fire for about a year now; Space Werewolves; a book of collected short stories.
Come July there’ll also be a revision of a doorstop epic fantasy in there, and adding the third in that series once it’s done. Big fun.
I can’t get to everything all at once, more’s the pity. But I’m thinking with some time management and cutting back on extraneous things (like having a life) I might conceivably get some of this shit sorted in the next six months. The big thing is going to be protecting writing time, because a lot of people want a lot of things from me right now. I can’t afford to have those things be unpaid, so…here we are, about to engage in another round of I’m Highly Unsociable Because I Need to Eat to Survive, and That Takes So Much Fucking Effort Right Now.
On the bright side, I’m going to try a slow, short run on the treadmill today, with the big ankle brace on. I don’t think said ankle is quite ready for primetime, but if I can sweat a bit under carefully controlled conditions it will be a huge improvement. My mood has definitely suffered, what with the enforced idleness from injury. Getting some endorphins and clearing everything out while untangling plot matters is the first order of business today.
Also, the coffee is dregs and Boxnoggin is stirring. He’s going to be perplexed at us not taking the long way home during walkies, but I’m in my running togs so it won’t quite be a surprise. And he has plenty of toys to keep him occupied, spoiled brat that he is.
Ah, the glamour and excitement of a writer’s life…