In The Flow...

So now, first draft of Where Arrows Fly is finished. It needs revision, of course, polish, rewrites, but the story is solidly nailed down. And I like it. My success as a writer is grounded in the fact that I write for my own amusement. I really have no mission of writing for anyone else. That comes in as an after thought. There must be at least a few people out there who, like me, are turned on by the stuff I write. So then, I write for them: certainly, for those who like my work, not for those who don’t.

My intent when finished, is to release this on the Internet as a freebie to stimulate Net traffic to my website (www.seeWordFactory.com). Unless... unless an agent throws his/her body in front of the departing train to stop me.

At the same time I also have to do final touches on the cover of Dreamcast 3 so it can be sent to the printer. Then my self-published paranormal trilogy is outed, in public, with no thought of Dreamcast 4 in the works yet (but I had said that before).

Concurrently with the above, I need to send out more query letters to agents about The Locksmith Dilemma. My characters have been patient, but my conscience is bothering me at the neglect. I have read the story again, and Damn, I’m good!

Then there is Seize The Day (Marcus, my Roman legionnaire) waiting its turn. I have to do something about that too. And Rufus (Sail the Red Hammer) ... and Chaiko (of the Fourteen Stones series).

I have to prepare for an upcoming Small Press Book Fair in Toronto. I have a 3x3 space reserved on a table. I got to get a brochure printed, new business cards...

So I still work, not having given up on my day job, and am still a husband and father with pets to care for. There is just not enough time in the day.

And my poor wife. As my editor-in-chief, she was just finishing the latest run through Dreamcast 3, when she asked me what was I typing. "Uhhh... Where Arrows Fly..."

"What! Are you insane! Haven’t we got enough to do getting these others out the door??!"

Uhm. What could I say. That in the back of my mind another story was brewing... coming to some kind of boil?