As Facebook reminded me... a year ago... well, I had an agent, she was talking to the big publishers. Ego stoked and expecting at least a small advance, I decided to start putting up my next novel as I wrote it. Cowachunga was something new, the plot is still with me.
However, it was paused indefinitely as I realized that Arisugawa Park would never get out there unless I put it up as a cloud novel.
The novelizing process continues incrementally and all I can say is that my writing is up here, for those who care to explore. Until a time comes again that quality writing earns cash it's a sideline, a slow and steady hobby.
The wifi has been iffy to nonexistent, which means I have actually made some progress on Ari Park in lieu of reading constantly about how the wheels are coming off the bus.
I realized that––perfectionist that I am, I cannot go forward with the cloud novel without an episode of Hayao winding his way around the streets of Azabu and ruminating––on the scent of Eve. I am also trying to decide certain things about how David's time at the ultra-luxe hostess club Peach progresses.
Thank you for your patronage. Visitors seem to come in steady here, whether I post or not. Thinking about working out an algorithm, cutting and pasting materials from around the Interweb. Let the bots do the work, feast on the toils of writers past. Surf the surfeit of raw data.
#endwriter
However, it was paused indefinitely as I realized that Arisugawa Park would never get out there unless I put it up as a cloud novel.
The novelizing process continues incrementally and all I can say is that my writing is up here, for those who care to explore. Until a time comes again that quality writing earns cash it's a sideline, a slow and steady hobby.
The wifi has been iffy to nonexistent, which means I have actually made some progress on Ari Park in lieu of reading constantly about how the wheels are coming off the bus.
I realized that––perfectionist that I am, I cannot go forward with the cloud novel without an episode of Hayao winding his way around the streets of Azabu and ruminating––on the scent of Eve. I am also trying to decide certain things about how David's time at the ultra-luxe hostess club Peach progresses.
Thank you for your patronage. Visitors seem to come in steady here, whether I post or not. Thinking about working out an algorithm, cutting and pasting materials from around the Interweb. Let the bots do the work, feast on the toils of writers past. Surf the surfeit of raw data.
#endwriter
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