So National Novel Writing Month is entering its second week, and I am behind schedule.
What, me worry?
Not anymore. I toughed it out today and got within a couple a thou words of where I am supposed to be. Not sure of the quality of the writing, but hey. What can you expect?
I started a steampunk novel because (1) I heard on Twitter that they were hot and in demand; and (b) I wondered if I could write one. Turns out I can, sort of. My idea of steampunk has little to do with Victorian England and much more to do with pre-WWI Europe and cowboys, lots and lots of cowboys. But the main idea is to have fun, and at least the premise of the story works, sort of.
But on the issue of being hot, well maybe not so much. I talked with one small publisher who told me that what I was writing wasn’t “proper” steampunk, what he referred to as “gaslight steampunk.” So he nicely referred me to a friend, who writes what he refers to as “weird westerns.” Well, my story is only partly Western, with much of its happening in New York, London, Paris and Vienna. So not sure where that falls. The second guy read my first chapter and then told me that he wasn’t doing books right now, that the book market was “awful” right now. So there goes my motivation.
So I guess I am back to writing for myself. “All by myself…don’t want to be….all by myself, anymore.”
In any case, I am moving faster than I was. And I am pretty confident that I will be done on time.