So. Last Thursday evening I finished the first draft of my latest book. This one is different than the first two. “Smokestack” and “The Winter” are science fiction. The current book (working title “Hemming way Exploded”) is not. And, that is part of the problem. I don’t really know how to classify it. I guess just mainstream fiction is the best I can do for a label. Therein lies another problem. I have absolutely no idea if it is any good. So I will just keep plugging along with the edits and see what happens when it is finished.
Another problem is trying to figure out what the next thing is going to be. I have lots of ideas. That isn’t the problem. Picking one is. It could be worse I suppose. I could have no ideas. But then I really wouldn’t be a writer.