The king isn't dead, he's just lurking
Jan. 27th, 2007 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonIt appears I'm not quite done with Dark Ages Britain because I just had to buy another book on the subject, Battles of the Dark Ages by Peter Marren. It arrived from Amazon today. Which I suppose means, by extension, that I am not quite through with Night Warrior/The Making Blood and vampires.
Oh, I'm not looking to do a second draft any time soon, and not looking to write the other two books in the trilogy any time long, but it's still alive inside me regardless of what I say (even though I'm always perfectly sincere at the time I say it).
Ideas, stories, characters haunt us until we give them their do—at least they do me. There are few ideas, partially written books or stories, even some completed novels which ever truly leave me and become a dead issue. The generic quest fantasy I wrote a mountain of years ago is probably a dead issue—but that was a "practice novel," anyway, something I had to get out of my system, something to prove I really could finish a novel. I was dead serious about it at the time, even tried marketing it a little, but I managed to move on from it fairly quickly.
That's the largest of my "truly finished" projects. Everything else, it seems, is still up for negotiation. I could probably fill up the next dozen years with the hulks of partial novels and novel ideas on the harddrive. They're waiting, lurking.
Sometimes when I turn the computer on, I think I hear that shark stalking music from Jaws.
Oh, I'm not looking to do a second draft any time soon, and not looking to write the other two books in the trilogy any time long, but it's still alive inside me regardless of what I say (even though I'm always perfectly sincere at the time I say it).
Ideas, stories, characters haunt us until we give them their do—at least they do me. There are few ideas, partially written books or stories, even some completed novels which ever truly leave me and become a dead issue. The generic quest fantasy I wrote a mountain of years ago is probably a dead issue—but that was a "practice novel," anyway, something I had to get out of my system, something to prove I really could finish a novel. I was dead serious about it at the time, even tried marketing it a little, but I managed to move on from it fairly quickly.
That's the largest of my "truly finished" projects. Everything else, it seems, is still up for negotiation. I could probably fill up the next dozen years with the hulks of partial novels and novel ideas on the harddrive. They're waiting, lurking.
Sometimes when I turn the computer on, I think I hear that shark stalking music from Jaws.