At A Loss
One of the things I’ve noticed over the years is that when I finish a major writing project I feel like I’m set adrift. I’ve been so busy with The Brotherhood for so long that it’s like the power has been cut off and I’m wandering around with seemingly nothing to do.
It’s not true, of course. There are plans to make for the launch party, signings to arrange, things like that. There’s also the fact that I have so many projects in my head that I could write full-time for the rest of my life and not come close to getting half of them down.
The status of The Brotherhood is this: I’ve received a “proof” copy and read through it. Good thing I love the story, or it would have been tedious. Suggested changes have been detailed, and now my wife is reading for her edits. Hopefully we can get it to the publisher by the weekend.
Once the changes have been made, the physical printing has to be done, and once I have copies in my hands I’ll set a date for the book launch party. As of this moment it appears it will be at Lost Island Wine on Theater Road in Onalaska. Because of the nature of the venue, nobody under age 21 will be able to attend.
We’re hoping for door prizes, snacks, and more. Perhaps other members of our writing groups would be willing to have a table for their books, too. So many of them have published books, too, that it would be a shame if we couldn’t help them out, too.
In the meantime, I’ll wander through the house, looking into corners, waiting to get sufficiently bored to force me back into another project.
My publisher may have suggestions soon on Eclectia: A Collection by Mark Meier. I just picked up a rejection on Ravid this morning. Ebony Sea 1: First Mission is getting close to being submission-ready. And The Archives is still awaiting my attention. Sequels and prequels to The Brotherhood.
So much to write, so little time.