Wow. It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?
Well, I did tell you that things were going to be a little hectic for a while, didn’t I? The good news is that Hathor’s Cafe is almost finished and that I have a new direction on my own story. I didn’t get to enter as many contests as I wanted too, however. But, then again, I should have expected it. Creativity doesn’t come when you demand it to. Oh well, maybe next time. The same can be said for NaNoWriMo. As much as I’d like to push myself to see if I could write a book in a month, it just didn’t happen this year.
My short story, Carousel, does look like it is going somewhere though.
Yikes. Kind of getting off track, aren’t I?
Okay, let’s reset.
On NaNoWriMo; it’s not going to happen this year for me. I’m still working on the rewrites from Old Ipswich Road, and I don’t think it counts if you’ve been writing the same story for two years. Maybe, if the stars align and everything works out, I’ll take a crack at NaNoWriMo in another year or two. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do, but sadly never had the chance too.
One Hathor’s Cafe; the website has been a right pain in the arse and it took way longer than it should have. I mean, given that it’s an ongoing creative project, it’s always going to take time, but jeezus. The good news is that it’s almost ready for a relaunch. The bad news is; it took three months to get there. Three months of Shiri and I talking at cross purposes and thinking we had a plan thought out about what we were doing, finding out that we sort of did but that I got caught up in one single part of it…it was a mess for a little while. But, the beauty of today’s technology is that two people over 3,000 miles away can sit at their computers and hash things out almost instantaneously. Beautiful thing. Alas, there will not be a webcomic for a while. We’ve both got too much on our plates and a webcomic takes time to plan out (not to mention the drawing and colouring and storyboarding). But, don’t lose heart! You guys are in for a treat when we relaunch!
I’m excited for it.
Now, my story I’m not going to go into too much detail about. I once asked my sister what her book is about and she told me she wouldn’t say on the grounds that, if she did, it would go into the collective unconcious and no longer be hers.
Don’t laugh. A few psychology classes and you’ll understand that the collective unconcious is (or could be at least) a real thing and creativity, among everything else, is most susceptible to it.
I’m not all mean, though. The story is going to be called: The Investigation of Old Ipswich Road and is my foray into the world of Steampunk. I’m not rewriting history, per say, but President Andrew Jackson is in the story, and is faced with a few nasty problems. Some of my characters will return to a New Orleans that is more dangerous, a Salem that plays host to a lot more than the Witch Trials, and an Emerald Isle that doesn’t live up to its moniker.