So much for posting once a week. Sorry about that. I've gotten so wrapped in writing this year's NaNoWriMo novel that I've neglected just about everything else -- including the blog. But the end is in sight; there's light at the end of the tunnel and I'm hoping it's not an oncoming train.
But really, I ought to get some kind of pass for having written nearly 47,000 words in just three weeks. Yes, that's right, it's not even Thanksgiving yet and I am within shouting distance of the NaNo winner's circle. If I had only started my writing career sooner, and been able to keep up this pace, I could have been another Joyce Carol Oates. Output-wise, at least.
Okay, I'll stop patting myself on the back now, lest I break my arm and miss the deadline, after all. ("I coulda been a contender….")
I am trying my hand at urban fantasy this time. It's a little different than the previous two books in that the details need to be not just plausible, but anchored pretty firmly in reality. I'm doing a lot more googling with this one than I have with the previous books. It doesn't help that I picked, as the main setting, a place I haven't lived in for more than ten years. (All I can say is: thank the gods for Google Earth! What did we do before the intarwebz, anyway? I'll tell you what we did: we lived in ignorance and fear, that's what we did. Mark my words, someday the pre-intarwebz era will be known as the New Dark Ages.)
Also, unlike SwanSong and The Maidens' War, this book is not modeled, either in whole or in part, on a myth or legend. That's scary in one way -- I had to write a story arc because there was no existing framework to hang my plot on. But in another way, it's freeing. This story is all mine. I can do whatever I want with it, muahaha. (I actually found myself grinning the other day because I'd realized that this book doesn't have to end tragically!)
And it's easier to write because I don't have to weigh whether to invent a new noun for every stinkin' thing. I don't have to worry about what this fictional culture would call a cassava melon, for example; they would call it a cassava melon. (Not that there are any cassava melons in the book. Let alone any that are integral to the plot. Muahaha.)
Anyway, rest assured that I haven't forgotten about this blog. I promise I'll be back on track, writing once a week, from here on out. And look for the new book (whose name I promise to post just as soon as I figure out what it is…) from yer major intarwebz booksellers sometime in spring 2012.