It’s been a while since I last gave one of these, and I figured seeing as things might be a little different in the coming weeks it was time I gave a quick little breakdown of what the hell is going on.
Before we get on with that, just in case you missed it my longest and most impulsive fiction venture to date (god I love saying that; it makes it sound so much cooler than it is) was wrapped up a while ago, and all 7 chapters are up & waiting for you here (they’re in the order they were posted in, so you’ll have to start from the bottom). Also available is the fiction analysis for the story, which you can find here. Okay, now that we’ve gotten that shameless plug out of the way, we can get down to the real business.
It seems The Woods and The Way served as a sort of stepping stone for my longer pieces of fiction, gearing me back up to work on something I’ve neglected for too long. The work in question is my longest incomplete fiction venture to date, and the longest thing I’ve written ever. As of right now it’s a stunning 210-ish pages long, and not even close to a quarter of the way complete. Even in its present state of severely incomplete, I still consider it to be my magnum opus.
The book is the first in a planned dystopian series that I’d hoped might round off into the good ol’ trilogy setup that target markets wet themselves over, but which I’ll now be lucky to ever see the end of. Why am I telling you this? Well, I’m getting to that. Jesus. Patience is a virtue, you know. Try it sometime.
Apparently by completing TW&TW I’ve reawakened my taste for longer works of fiction. Now, this book has always been slow-going (it started some 7 or so years ago and has undergone countless revisions and re-revisions since), and I can’t promise this latest madman assault on such a daunting task will go any better, but goddamnit I’m going to try. In other words, I’ll be turning away from my shorter works to focus the entirety of my limited attention span on this one project (at least until I get bored of it and move on to the next failed enterprise).
What does this mean? Well, for starters there probably won’t be any new fiction for you sad suckers, at least for the next month or so. I might republish a few of my older stories to satiate the masses, and maybe (just maybe) share with you lucky bastards a taste or two of my BIG project, but no new short stories or flash fiction. Sorry.
I’ll probably still find the time to whine about how much I hate life, so you can look forward to the usual testaments to my own self-pity and fetishising of sadness. Alas this onslaught of masochism and depression will no longer be broken by new pieces of fiction, but I’ll try to sneak some quality webcomics in every now and then to keep the mood up.
Good luck out there.