I’m writing my first story of 2010.
I have another accepted and coming out yet this year in the forthcoming Ricasso Press heroic fantasy anthology, Through Blood and Iron, though it was not written in 2010. This new tale involves the same character though, and I’m glad to finally be writing him again.
I really shouldn’t be. It’s an awful conundrum being an editor and publisher. I’m always and often taking care of someone else’s work, be it reading, selecting, editing, layout, promotion, what have ye…with no time for none of the above on my own words. It’s been eating at me slowly and quietly the last few weeks though.
I’ve denied it, told it there was no time and used my guilt to keep it at bay. But then I took a break the last few days from looking at material I’ve been seeing over and over again and read some stuff. Stuff like the first 200 pages of Scott Lynch’s Red Seas under Red Skies; or the eARC of Nicholas Ozment’s Knight Terrors; or four straight Conan comics, from Savage Sword to Songs of the Dead. It was a breath of nirvana–and I wanted some more.
There’s an anthology I’d been eying for some time, even putting a link to its submissions page on my desktop so I’d see it every day. Today’s the day I finally reopened it, considered my options and delved my inner growing muse…and started typing. I’m 2500 words into a tale I’m already pretty proud of. It’s a different style of writing for me, and I’m not really sure where it comes from, but I’m feeling it and going with it and it’s flowing.
This isn’t one of the big anthologies, just a little something that sounded appealing. This isn’t even going to be a long story or for ‘big’ pay. The climax is nigh and it feels like resolution and denouement are hot behind, so I doubt the tale surpasses 4k. Which is just fine with me.
I’m happy to be writing a character I have much to explore with and much in store for.
I’m happy to be writing.
