Called it done…

I finished my first book this week. No, not reading one… writing one! 

I’m sure there will be some suggestions for edits. My Editor is likely to catch my most heinous gaffes. Which means I’ll reopen and edit it a bit. But I’ve closed the book on … the book. Nothing more than edits, no more “Creation”

I realized that I’d written past the end of the book and was in fact writing a second book. That allowed me to reevaluate, and remember I wasn’t writing War & Peace.  

This book is designed as adult entertainment, it’s one handed fiction / romance, for a gay audience. The book only needed characters that you liked or might grow to like and a setting that made you curious about the rest of the world that was rattling around in my head.

Yes, I have other threads to wrap up. However, because I’m no longer trying to fit 20 pounds of ideas into a 5 pound book. My creativity is flowing once again. That’s nice because for a while I wondered if my creativity had died on this “death march” of authorship.

I’m taking a month off from writing books. The plan is to begin a second book in Jan. 

I still don’t know what I’m doing, but I feel somewhat compelled to finish the whole story.

Next goal is to figure out how to get my first ugly baby published. I’m leaning more toward indie, or self publishing. Yeah, I’m a dirty capitalist… what of it?

Daddy needs a new set of brakes!