I'm feeling a bit like spring cleaning. I received word last night (a message that was supposed to reach me in December) that The Last Days of the Springdale Saints took another hit (and that was after a full request).
This one's going down in flames kids, and I'm going to gut it like a fish. Seriously, I'm cutting half the book. I'll keep the good parts and see if I can string it back together into something meaningful.
But last night, I finished draft one of The House Eater. Yeah, it's not plural anymore. There's only one Eater...and it doesn't even consume houses, just people. And dogs, cats, toys, books, paperclips, carpet, earthworms, homework, deodorant...well, you probably get the picture. It doesn't like fire though...or siblings with telepathic abilities.
I'm going to cheat and start in on revisions immediately, at least for the first third of the book. I changed some pretty fundamental plot elements as I wrote, and I want to square them away before putting it aside for a month or so to "age".
February saw a few acceptances including one of my favorite-titled pieces, "Lullaby, Little Monster" to Champagne Shivers. This tale marks the third appearance of Pete Archer, hobo/book dealer extraordinaire. I wrote the bulk of The House Eater in February (about 30K of a current 37) and hammered out two short stories ("Dancing Lessons" and "Come Out and Play"). After fixing a little of The House Eater, I'm going to dive into the land of short stories for a couple weeks, and then start on the vivisection of Saints.
(sound effect: snapping of surgical gloves)
Let's go to work.