moving slowly..

The WIP (still tentatively called Gentleman of Fortune, but I'm still not sold on it) is moving. It's treacle rather than a torrent, but I'm choosing to ignore you lovely productive people who are doing thousands of words a day. You will not intimidate me!! I did 500 words today, and I'll try and keep that pace until I find I'm writing more.

I'm feeling my way tentatively because with this I really have no idea where it's going. With Mere Mortals, Muffled Drum and even with the stalled I Knew Him, I had a theme and a general clue of the outcome—but with this I don't have a flipping clue, it's like I'm chipping away at a marble slab—knowing (or rather hoping) that there's a winged angel in there somewhere, but worrying that I might chip the wrong bit away and it will all collapse.

That's a bit of an OTT description, I know but it's the best way to describe it…

Part of it perhaps is I'm teetering on the non-romance edge. If any of my books is likely to warrant a sequel or a series it could be this one. Yes I know how mad that sounds considering I don't even know what's going to happen in the latter part of chapter four. And I don't want to write a romance series—I'd rather write this guy having adventures, and his being gay is just part of this life.Can't really say it will be mainstream, because it'll have some other label stuck on it like mystery or crime or even alternative lifestyle!!

There's a few anthologies I'd like to submit to, too. It's just a shame I'm feeling such aversion to getting my head down and working.