I knew (in fact, I may have mentioned it in my last entry) that October was going to be an unproductive month for writing. There were many things to do – once in a lifetime events – that could not and would not be ignored. However, I do feel some emotional progress was made for the characters in the next book. Meaning I thought a lot about their unwritten pasts and idiosyncrasies, rather than filling in the blanks of the plot. Tangible and practical research hit a dead stop as well (again, that was expected), but was picked back up. Even though November brings MANY “holidays” for me {birthdays, anniversaries, family dinners}, I’m making great effort to get the information I need to, hopefully, begin writing in January. Chances are, because I feel very enthusiastic, I’ll begin writing in January regardless, and proceed with research as I need it. So, let’s get to it: Still not entirely ready to reveal any plot details. This is mostly because I need to concentrate the details, and not just blog EVERY little notion I’m pouring into it. But, it does have a working title; one I’m 99.99% sure will be the official title: By the Somber Spectra of Microgravity.
Have I blogged about poetry before? More than a year ago, I’d kicked around self-publishing a few poetry books, just to have something to point to when querying agents or blabbing about my writing(s). I was going to produce three (because everyone has a trilogy), which I would call my Useless Talent trilogy {Love, Religion, and Politics}; One book for each subject. Of course, this plot never came to fruition. I’ve contemplated recently publishing just one book called Useless Talents: poems of Love, Religion, and Politics. This would condense the three-part opus, obviously, to a single installment. But, politics is such a one note topic for me. I’m very skeptical (and, let’s face it, at this point, under-informed) on current players and policies. Every politician looks and sounds the same to me, and I only here regurgitation when they speak; they want control and money, and they’ll say whatever it takes to make you believe you should give it to them. I don’t really think I can extrapolate that feeling into enough interesting pieces to fill an equal portion of a three-segmented poetry book. I suppose it could be merely a book of Love and Religion poems, and it could still be called Useless Talents. Maybe? Bah, who knows anymore? When you’re self-publishing, all perimeters are flexible – if they’re there at all.
Until we meet again. Onward!
