Next Book/Novel

Since I finished my novel (editing still underway) I've gotten hooked to this feeling of having accomplished a huge project like a novel. I never thought it would actually ever get done (and I'm still struggling to believe it's *done* even through the editing) but now I have a different struggle.

What do I write next?

Ugh, it's torture. I have a whole plethora of ideas, that's never been a problem... not since I started keeping a notebook.

But now... do I want to keep with the vein of urban fantasy? Do I want to buckle down and finish that High Fantasy novel that's one in a trilogy? Do I want to finally write that creative non-fiction piece? Or maybe that Book I wanted to write about teenagers...

I just don't have a clue anymore what I SHOULD write...

We shall see.

Any suggestions?



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Sitting beneath the darkened stage trapdoor was torture. A three night series. He only performed on the third night.

It was hard waiting for death, but at least it had a purpose.


"It's the only thing that people haven't seen, Gale." He said, an ink tear at the corner of his eye.

"I will not kill myself," I said as coughs spilled out of me. I caught them with my hankerchief.

"You do not need to, we can have someone else do it, especially if you're afraid you won't complete the performance."

"I don't want to die."

"You are anyways," Markus said, pointing at the hankerchief. The red stood out even in the darkness behind the curtain, all of the oil lamps out for the night.

"I know, but I want to enjoy every moment of the rest of my life, don't you understand?"

"I do, really I do. Think of the performance though! Imagine, it's the only thing that has not yet been done. Think of the reviews you'll get!"

"Reviews? This is ridiculous!" I turned to go but Markus began laughing.

I only turned my head back towards him and asked, "What?"

"We'll just have to get Fiona to fill in."

My face grew hot, I struggled with whether or not to hit him. "I thought she was sick, isn't that what you told me Markus?"

"She's in her rooms until you decide who will star. It's not often I have a lead who refuses his part." He chucled. "Well, it must be expected. It's a tough role. Don't really have a second chance..." He turned to go.

To that I didn't know what else to say but, "Fiona, she must be let go immediately. How do I know you won't force her to perform the same act after me? You drop her off at the station with a whole month of my salary and you let her take any train out of here. You don't watch either."

"My dear boy, drop her off yourself if you wish to escourt her. The only thing I need is for you to let me send some guards with you so that I know you'll come back."

"Enough. You know what I want."

He waved at me, "Yes, yes. Take Bob and Brandon with you, I will be waiting for you until you return, and then we'll go over the script." He smiled and walked away.

Writing Hell-month?

Every year I berate myself for not showing enough commitment to my craft.

The truth is, I show a lot of commitment, just not directed and honed commitment. This year, it's what I realized as I hummed and hahhed over whether or not I would participate in the NaNoWriMo this year.

The truth is, November is the equivalent of Hell Week Month for writers! You've heard of Hell week before, surely. Anyone who's ever watched a military movie or two would know... but for those of you who aren't into camop and cadpat as I am, Hell week is the first week of a Navy Seal's training. They endure physical training in excess on a limited amount of food, with a limited amount of time to eat it in. Then, they are not allowed to sleep. While in this time of sleep depravation, their reflexes and cognitive skills are tested.

Like I said, November is Hell Month for writers. Not only is there a plethora of writing "boot camps" in November, but there are also local events that always fall in November because September and October are full to the brim with back-to-school madness, Halloween and Thanksgiving (in Canada) while December is just before the holidays and participation would be very low.

So, November it is.

I've got a couple things I could be trying this November.

There's NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), plus the local theatre group, Nakai Theatre, is hosting the 24-hour-playwriting competition.

I would like to participate in both, but that would mean two different projects and only 30 days to complete* both.

Complete is a loosely used term here as NaNoWriMo does not actually expect you to finish a novel. It's word count for projects upon the end of the month is aimed for 50,000, which is hardly a novel. Probably closer to Novella....

In essence I debated with both, and like a schmuck, I decided I would do both.

(Sigh) At least the decision is done.

Now I have to get-er done!

I will post more about the processes here this year than I did last. Last year I "Participated" in NaNoWriMo, but not really. Writing the book I've been trying to write since 2003 (Not the same as Citizen Vamp) was hard because the book is the first is a trilogy, an epic fantasy.

Those who know epic fantasy know it's a huge chore, a huge epic chore of a work that takes a ton of dedication and a keen eye for the small things.

Those who aren't fans of high fantasy or epic fantasy need to know only this: JRR Tolkien's Lord of the Rings, the three books in one that could paralyse your cat if they all fell on her at once- that's an epic or high fantasy series. Or, more recently, I would call George R.R. Martin's Game of Thrones series an Epic Fantasy for sure. I'm currently reading the book Storm of Swords the third book in the series. Loving it...

So that's the goal. The other goal is to get you guys on my tail about finishing this project. I started this project LONG before Citizen Vamp, and have been sitting on it ever since I was in the army.  I was waiting to be released from the army when I bought three packs of lined paper and a single binder. I filled that binder with details of the characters, world and story that came to me one morning when I woke up. Then I took out a piece of poster paper (yellow, and hideous) and began drawing the map of the land that I was writing about... Oh, it was the first intense story rush I'd ever gotten at that level. I obsessed over it for weeks, about ten to be exact, and then came home from the army and bought a laptop which I filled within a week.... then the story sat....

This is the year that BOOK 1 of the Sylvestris Heritage Series is written. It will be called, simply Mairi.

For the 24 hour play-writing competition held by Nakai Theatre, I can't spare any details about the project because it is usually a blind judging... But join me on those dates and I will blog about the process... and the pain involved there within.