Current tally on STORM is three four fulls (edit as of the 18th, got another full request from a partial this morning) by request out in the big bad world. Still no news on COLD. One of the agents I have a full with seems to have dropped off the face of the earth and stopped tweeting. Perhaps he’s been eaten by CHUDS. The gent I’ve spoken to most is still alive and kicking though – looking forward to sending him STORM when he’s done rejecting COLD.
Ratio of queries to requests seems much better on STORM than COLD, but YA Steampunk was always gonna get more sniffs than Horror, right? I’m officially done with overthinking the ms – I’ve made my changes and chopped and re-arranged and now it’s getting beyond a joke. I’m overthinking and it’s stressing me right the fuck out. If the damn thing can’t sell itself now, I’m not sure what else I can do.
Have started tossing around ideas for the next ms. This one will be YA too, kinda sci-fi/horror. Post-apocalypse setting, and I’m having a crack at first person narrative. I’ve started playing in the MC’s voice and I dig her. Here’s hoping I can live with her for the six months. I’m going to kick off writing proper by the end of the month, we’ll see if we can have a first draft finished by January.
In other news that nobody will care about, I’ve started watching Spartacus:Blood and Sand, and despite heavy lashings of male on male nudity and the word “cock” being dropped like a bomb every 7-8 minutes, it’s actually quite cool (although the aus/kiwi accents in the ancient Roman setting are quite lolz). The A-bomb and I are almost at the end of The Wire’s second season. S2 is kinda patchy compared to 1, but damned if I’ll keep watching it just for Omar.
BTW, very depressing, but excellent article on the publishing process here.
The news that my beloved A-Bomb is now once again gainfully employed was met with haiiiii fivez an immediate run to JB Hi-Fi. I’m listening to the new A7X album on nonstop rotation atm, and it rocks the fkn house. Was very bummed out to hear about the Rev’s death. The new Fear Factory album is superb, and the new Stone Sour is a red hot dose of rectal cancer. Two out of three ain’t bad.
According to my dashboard, I seem to be getting a few lurkers on this blog thing – hell if I know where they come from. Maybe they’re just spam bots or phishers.
HELLO SPAM BOTS, NICE TO MEET YOU