From The Writing Desk: Gearing Up, and a Brainstorm Brewing
Good news on the fiction front: I’m still unemployed.
Which doesn’t mean that I’m not working seven days a week, since until late July, I don’t only have eight smaller articles to write, no, this past week, I also got “an offer I cannot refuse” from Italy – an invitation to write an essay for a rather pretigious anthology, but of course for free and just for the honors, and only because somebody else bailed out, so they’re in a hurry since I am a last minute replacement, so I only get the slot if I manage to get the script done by late July.
Late July… wait, didn’t I have some deadline there already?
But if I want to get a foot in the door of this academic circus where there might be contacts that drop names when it comes to actual job offers, I cannot decline. So July is jammed up beyond recognition already, and as always, that’s when the ideas start popping up.
Late at night while doing the dishes. Underneath the shower in the morning. During long library hours.
And that’s when I start to take notes on the back sides of work papers and scribble away when I shouldn’t.
I think my new story – I repeat that it is just a small Über fic (Killing Game, 1940s, noir), so don’t expect anything like “Campus” or “Small Steps” – will get a posting slot (Friday nights, here we come!) starting in August. Unless I get called for another article or for an actual job interview (little likeness of the latter, at least).
This past week, I started to toss around banner ideas and screencaps and font types with the wonderful Rykoe, who was also on the team for the last chapter of “Campus”. More scribbling ensued. The storyboard is almost done (the soundtrack, too), with just a few blank spots remaining. The only thing that is still glaringly missing is a story title.
Looking at the blog numbers, I figure that sometimein early August, Eye Bags will reach 666,666 hits, so after the obligatory search term post, there is going to be fiction to celebrate that number.
I feel as if I am standing in front of a lake in a swimsuit, with my big toe just hovering above the water surface, knowing that the water will be really cold, but also really, really missing the sensation of swimming.