My brain is filled by a huge pile of words. At least that’s what it feels like.
I think the problem is that I have too many projects on the go. Now I think about it, I am currently working on all of the following:
The Arena of Lost Souls – Fantasy novel, 85000 words. Finished (Hurrah!) and now being sent out to agents.
The second book (working title!) – Fantasy sequel About 3000 words. Just starting chapter 2.
The third thing that made me kill myself – 1500 words. Accepted for publication in an anthology by Centum Press, and out soon. (Hurrah!)
Incompatible – 2800 words. Written in June 15 and rejected by a range of publishers (Boo!). Untouched until last night when I had a sudden flash of inspiration and rewrote the end. Renamed as End User Agreement, it has a much better conclusion, I now just need to work on the beginning. And the middle.
The Robot that sat on my House – About 1750 words. Finished but I don’t like the end. I’m waiting for inspiration.
Sailing the dust (working title) – Sci Fi about deep space fishing and smuggling. Two sections that will eventually join. About 2000 words in total so far. Still got a way to go on this one.
Hungry Like the Wolf – about 1600 words so far. First person, present tense story from the viewpoint of someone who may well be a psychopath. Not totally sure where I am going with this but it feels like it could be a dark tale indeed.
Now I’ve listed them I’m not surprised that I’m feeling a bit jammed full of words, especially considering I also work full time.
Still, wouldn’t want to get bored would I?