Looks like some of my published work is going to be rearranged, modified, and revised into what will probably be a trio of new works with a great deal of new and additional content. All very exciting. Bank on a lot of science fiction. What I have to wonder and worry about, in all honesty, is my other work. I’ve completed some material variously in the fantasy genre that has nothing to do with the work I’ve already published. They say the safe road, that one that comes without living in doorways, lies in specializing in a certain genre, specifically in a certain series, and just running with it until your audience turns up tired.
But that’s not really me.
I don’t even think it’s good form. How can you possibly do good writing if you’re dead inside for having to write for paycheck merely–long after you’ve stopped caring about the work?
I don’t know.
Truth is, I’ve yet to materialize an actual novel out of my Goliath Thunder work. Short stories, a novella or two, and a few miniseries. Haven’t yet felt the pull to bury myself in this sort of epic.
Is what it is.
Anyways, there’s not much to report. I’m just working. The terminus is rather far away. Oh well. I promise that when the hammer comes down, it will be glorious.