Saturday, July 05, 2014
I also have about 1100 articles on Helium that will go dark in December when they officially go out of business. At least Helium gave their writers a six month warning.
YCN is now the third client of mine to go out of business this year. My industry (web content writing) seems to be completely screwed. I had hoped writing would be my final career -- what a dumb hope, huh?
The nice thing about the late YCN is that I could write about topics I had an interest in. Now it's back to writing about such scintillating topics as vaginal cosmetic surgery and how to choose a DUI lawyer.
The big problem is that the residual payments that I received help pay my ridiculously expensive health insurance premiums (I live in America, remember) and still take time out to work on the book. Remember, time I work on the book is time that I'm not getting paid. Odds are, I'll never make a single cent with this book, so I'm not sure if I can ever find the time to finish this damn thing, let alone try to edit it and flog it.
And yet my Muse is nagging me to finish this. Of course, he gets very quiet when I'm upset. He doesn't seem to understand the importance of getting my bills paid. He gets jealous so easily when I have other things on my mind except him. If he really wanted to be helpful, he'd get me publisher.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
One bit of Sherlock Holmes legal news to report: All of the Sherlock Holmes stories EXCEPT for The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes (the last one) have been declared part of the public domain. That's pretty good because the license fee from the Doyle estate starts at a minimum of $5000. Now, I can see the Doyle estate getting steamed over non-canonical Sherlock Holmes books that suck. Hell, even I wanted to sue the authors after I read these books. And that crap got published!
I'm debating whether to just go ahead and do an e-book or try to submit to a traditional publisher. The big problem is that my parents are in their 70s and I'm not too sure how long they have left. It'd be nice for them to read this thing before they die.
And yes, I know that 99.9% of all traditional publishers do not accept unsolicited manuscripts. However, these do:
Thursday, June 12, 2014
But what's been really tiring has been working with my Muse (pictured, left (actually, it's a picture of Jeremy Brett, but anyway...)). He's turned into a real slave-driver. He is still only revealing the story bit by bit instead of a whole grand overview. He does not always reveal the story while I'm at the keyboard. Sometimes he talks when I walk the dogs, do the washing up or when I'm trying to sleep. He especially likes the last option.
Successful writers like Stephen King advise writers to lay down the first draft as quickly as possible. My Muse is not so keen on that idea. He always wants me to go back and fix errors so sometimes I wind up writing a sentence three or four times before he grudgingly allows me to go on.
Don't get me wrong. I'm not "hearing voices." Yet his is quite insistent. I can see where the idea of demon possession came from.
And now he says that I've taken up too much time here and have to get back at it. See you when I see you.
Sunday, June 08, 2014
I have managed to give Peter Gabriel a cameo in the book, although I'm not sure about the legality of that. I think I'll just throw that out on the blogosphere and see if anyone from PG's camp screams obscenities at me. If they don't, I'm going to assume that I'm good to go.
Mom asked me an interesting question, "Is it any good?"
Now, how the heck am I supposed to answer that? The worst person to ask about the quality of a piece of art is the artist herself/himself. It's not like the artist can be coldly objective.
I finally got to see Peter Gabriel inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. I'm surprised he bothered to show up (he didn't when his old group Genesis was inducted.) He even toted along Wife Number Two and Kids Three and Four for the ride. My Mom was impressed with PG's speech. She has never been impressed with his most laudable music, fantastic singing abilities or even with the dazzling videos of the 1980s and 1990s. But she liked this speech.
Mom told me, "Pretend Peter is talking to you about your book."
Um, cute idea, Mom, but no. His speech was clearly not intended for anyone trying to hammer out a first book. I've got to get back to work on the manuscript. Anyway, here's his speech, filmed by someone in the audience. The actual speech was much longer than what was shown on HBO, which heavily edited PG's segment.
Sunday, May 11, 2014
The main wall I've hit with the book is the matter of money. My taxes were astronomical. I've working like a fiend in order to put some money in the bank so I can take some "time off" (ha ha) and work on the manuscript. The only problem is that on those days when I'm not writing for money, I'm absolutely shattered. On my "days off" I'm still working at taking care of the pets and my Mom. On my "days off" I usually have to:
- Make all the meals
- Drive Mom to her various doctor appointments
- Do at least one load of laundry
- Do the grocery shopping
- Go to post office
- Walk the dogs
- Do the washing up
- Clean up all the dog poop in the yard
- Unclog the toilets
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
I did start reading Publishing Ebooks for Dummies, which I consider a good first step to get back on track, even if no one else does.
Problems have multiplied which has prevented me from continuing work on the manuscript, which include but unfortunately not limited to:
- Deterioration of Mom's health. I'm spending more and more of my time needing to care for her -- which means I have less time to write. I have considered writing while she's asleep, but I have an unfortunate tendency to fall asleep at these times, too.
- Deterioration of my mental health. Hey -- I spend my days watching my beloved mother fall apart. That plays hell with your headspace. Most days I just can't find a damn to give.
- Deterioration of my bank account. The big problem is that when I write on the Sherlock Holmes manuscript, I am not writing for paying clients. Earlier this year, I devoted nearly two months to getting most of the first draft done. I still have been unable to make up for that time of not making any money.
See you when I see you.
What About Peter Gabriel?
If you've come here looking for Peter Gabriel news, I apologize. PG is still planning on attending the ceremonies for his induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Tickets are apparently still available for the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ceremony in New York City, but I have not been able to find prices, so I assume they are out of the financial reach of 99.9% of humanity. He wanted to donate the original Genesis costumes to the Hall of Fame, but as he'd ignored them since 1982, it's not so surprising for fans to discover that the costumes rotted away.
PG has also cryptically said that something is being planned to celebrate the release of The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, which was released in November of (gasp) 1974. Since PG cannot keep a promise to save his life, I really wouldn't bank on anything happening on this "celebration" except for a colorful post on PG's Facebook page.
The best way to find the latest PG news is to go to Google News and enter "peter gabriel" in the search bar.
In the meantime, here's a rather over the top trailer for the concert film of Back to Front:
Sunday, March 02, 2014
It was great. It was invigorating. It was so gratifying to see the two wagging tails in front of me.
And then I hit the ice. I thought it was slush. It was solid ice. I fell flat on my back, skinned the palms of my hands and hit the back of my head. Welcome to Concussionville.
So working on the book was put on the shelf for another week.
I did try to write a chapter while in the first throes of the flu. Bad idea. I've taken a peek at that and now realize that all of it will have to be rewritten. Sherlock Holmes, the main character, suddenly turned into Hannibal Lecter (who is not a part of the book.) I really want this book to stay true to Holmes' character. This means lots of rewriting. Oh, joy.
Which I'm not looking forward to doing. And oh, hey -- there's yet another snowstorm on it's way, expected to hit late this afternoon.
Maybe I'll suddenly hear my Muse again in the spring. At the moment, I think he's in Cancun.