The Horizon Beckons

I’ve been wanting to do a short Ben Bones story and I’ve been wanting to also deal with pseudocide (faked death). This has definitely been a way-in-the-back burner idea. There are other, more pregnant (pardon the expression) projects to be dealt with first.

Nonetheless, this morning in my hypnagogic state, there were a bunch of the pseudocide story elements showing themselves and wanting to be written about. I still don’t have the whole idea in my head, but the kettle is now bubbling. I don’t yet have a plot, but the severed finger in the tooled leather box is there for sure. Gosh, I wonder what’s going to happen…

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I’ve received my 2nd proof of Ben Bones & The Galleon of Gold, made my few corrections, and uploaded a new interior pdf. As soon as CreateSpace approves it, I’ll order some copies. There are a few “thank you” copies that I have to send to people, as well as having a stock on hand to sell to my local libraries and such. We live in exciting times.

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Reponse to a Worried Author

A comment appeared on one of the boards I’m on. A writer was worried about putting too much character back story in her book and thought that readers would object. I couldn’t resist a response . Besides, it gave me an excuse not to work on my own current writing project.

Don’t rely on comments from readers to determine the course of your writing. Write for yourself.

In an obit I just read on Elmore Leonard, he was quoted as saying something to the effect of writing to entertain and interest himself. If he could keep himself interested enough to keep going, he figured his readers would be interested too. Some readers won’t like it. So what? There are other readers who will love it. Remember: the world is not round; it’s a bell curve.

Ben Bones Unhorsed – Temporarily

I received the proof copy of Ben Bones and The Galleon of Gold from Createspace and am going through it looking for problems. There are plenty, so I’m again hard at work. I also pulled the ebook from Kindle until all issues are resolved.

Boy, I thought I had it under control, thought it was 99% correct, but this proof is proof that there’s always more to find and correct. Stay tuned for further problems, solutions, and announcements. At least I didn’t buy 50 copies before going through it like I did on the first Ben Bones adventure. They burned well last winter.

Ben Bones Rides Again

I spent about 7.5 hours today riding my mouse around in PhotoShop and the Createspace website making Ben Bones and The Galleon of Gold happen. As usual, it was a slog, but most of the work is done. Of course, after I reached the point where interior and cover had been uploaded in pdf form, I discovered that the wording in the back cover blurb could have been more elegant. I went back in and fixed the cover but Createspace had my project locked for review and I wasn’t able to upload the improved version. That’ll be another day or so of interminable waiting.

I had put completing this project off for several months. I didn’t have faith in it. Yes, the book had been written, thoroughly gone through by my crit group (WNCMysterians.org), but I felt that something was missing. I wanted more red herrings, more terrible things to happen, and I didn’t want my perp to be so obvious so early. Too bad for me. I finally decided that it was clogging my psyche and I had to get rid of it, even if it wasn’t as strong as the other Ben Bones adventures. Now I can turn my mind to other projects. The next one will be better.

Not to change the subject, but… I’ve developed a strategy that helps convince me I’m a writer even during my fallow periods. I write short stories in between the bigger projects. This past week I finished a horrifying little thing that made me very uncomfortable while writing. You see, I had a title: Victim de Jour, and I knew there had to be a story in it. Someone had said it in passing and I grabbed it and carried it around in my head for a few weeks before forcing myself to sit down and type it on a page. What developed from that title was just short of 1200 words, but it was so disturbing to write that I knew I had something good. The Mysterians will have at it in a couple of days and I can’t wait to hear what they say. I told them I wanted to hear the sounds they made when they first read it. One of them has already said she couldn’t get through it on her first try and had to put it down. Truly a jewel!