I finished Blood Rain a few weeks ago, in April 2017.
I’ve signed a contract with Canadian indie publisher Filidh Books. When I know more about release dates and book signings and readings and all that jazz, I’ll update here, along with links to the publisher’s website.
It took me twelve years of on-again, off-again writing to finish Blood Rain. It’s gross and scary and funny. I hope you’ll like it.
I’m hard at work on Downward Dog.
The story I want to be able to tell at parties is that writing the first novel took twelve years, but writing the second only took four months.
Even if it takes longer than that, I might tell that story anyway. (Writers are such liars).
I decided that I would set creative writing to one side so that I could focus on obtaining what some people would call ‘a real profession’.
Ten years ago, I decided I couldn’t avoid writing any more without some part of me dying, so I started writing creatively again as a ‘hobbyist’.
Being a hobbyist isn’t enough for me.
Having a ‘professional’ job hasn’t gotten me all that I hoped it would. Furthermore, it costs me emotional energy, enthusiasm, and creativity. Having spent those pennies at work, I have little-to-nothing to put into writing projects.
That’s gotten even worse since I started looking for a new (white collar professional) job. I’ve had even less zazz. This is because I experience looking for work to be twice as draining as actually working the job. Writing has slowed to a trickle. Why in the world should I try so hard for a job I don’t actually want to do?
So I’ve decided to give up.
That’s it. I quit. Don’t want to do it anymore. Not gonna do it anymore.
I hereby resign from the world of white collar professionalism.
Enough is enough.
I am going to get a J-O-B that pays the bills that I can do in my sleep. Then I will write my ass off.
It seems to me that creative or artistic development has intimate links with self-development.
To the degree that I am not writing and painting, I am not being with myself. (Cue the distinction between be-ing and do-ing). I spend a certain amount of time resisting my own muse by doing. I dunno why.
The upshot is I am often not a human being, I’m a human doing. I run around Getting Thing Done ™- things that I don’t actually want to do, things that probably don’t matter, things that get me nothing and waste the ‘good’ hours of the day.
So I read this and found things in there I liked, including this remark:
You always start with where you are and work from there no matter what stage you’re at or how much work you’ve already done
I think this is as close as I am going to get to a New Years resolution- Chloe, start where you are.