Rainy Days and Mondays Always Get Me Down

Title is misleading. Mondays do get me down, more often than not, but rainy days aren’t that bad. And anyway, it’s Saturday. Let the weekend commence.

I had a post written for yesterday, but it had some information related to the whole Participatory Budgeting thing, so I had it vetted by some friends, and the consensus was: it’s too personal for a proper press release, and too political for a personal blog post, so I decided to shelve it, the way I’ve done at least three or four other similar statements in the past two weeks. That’s been my biggest experience with PB: writing stuff I decide not to post. It’s exhausting, eating your words.

In other news, my wife is in the McMaster Discovery program, learning about epidemics in Hamilton’s history. I look forward to reading her text book when she gets finished with it. She’s excited to be learning new things, but she’s not as in love with Hamilton as I am, so it’s kind of a mixed bag for her.

I’m listening to the Jellyfish discography this morning.

I’m also trying to do some research to figure out how to (at long last) get some reviews for my books. Turns out, it’s a very involved research and outreach methodology that I really wish I’d known about a long time ago. I’ve decided to focus once more on TERMINAL MONDAY, because it IS the 500 lb gorilla on the book shelf, so to speak. Problem is, TM was really influenced by so very many things, it’s going to be hard finding an audience of reviewers for it, but I feel that, if I can’t find an audience for TM, I don’t know how I’ll ever find an audience for some of my other works, which are also in a similar vein. Maybe the pulp stuff or the sci-fi and fantasy stuff might win audiences once I’ve narrowed down who should be reading them, but the Richard Burley stuff will go unread because I simply haven’t figured out who I wrote them for, except me.

I gave away a copy of THE BACK ROADS OF LIMBO last month, to a friend leaving town. I have no idea if that will ever get read, let alone enjoyed. Probably not, but that’s the risk you take, giving away fiction. I have fiction written by friends that I still haven’t read all of the way through (not all; just some books I haven’t finished), though at least I intend to, and at least I did pay for it, so I’ve done the part that was probably the most important: I have supported the efforts of my writer friends. That’s probably not the part they think is most important, but really, I can only read so much, these days. It’s nothing like personal. It’s an attention deficit problem that irritates me to no end. I have dozens of great books started and not finished, because I can’t read for more than fifteen minutes these days without getting exhausted and passing out. Serious problem. I can only read on buses now. Very frustrating.

I’m still nowhere near finished writing THE APPROXIMATE DISTANCE TO LIMBO, which I started last November for NaNoWriMo. I’ve done almost no work on it in all this time. It might actually wind up being another Terminal Monday, getting written mostly in consecutive Novembers for NaNoWriMo, and then finished in December as I approach the end. The trick is, I hope to have it done before Christmas this year, as it’s not going to be as long as TM.

I hope.

Of course, the real problem is TAD2L is really only going to work for people who liked Terminal Monday, and then only some of them, because it’s about the same people, but it’s quite a bit different in flavour, owing to a serious shift in tone, once the violence kicks in.

That’s right: I said violence. It’s not a horror novel, and neither is it true crime. It’s still a Richard Burley story, of sorts, but it’s definitely not a true sequel to TM, either. The thing about RB stories is, they write themselves, and they all do different things. None of them is much alike. The truth is, I go in with half a plan, and then within three or four chapters, the story decides to take a detour and I have to run to keep up. Sweet young Wally turning out to be a homicidal heroin addict was not planned. It just happened. The story told me what to write, and I wrote it. And then people started dying. I don’t know if TAD2L has an audience, but then, I don’t know if any of my fiction has a potential audience. All I know is, if I find the audience  for this book, I may not actually want to meet them in person.

At least, not in a dark alleyway.

Okay, that’s enough for today. Stay warm and dry, unless you’re in one of those humid places begging for some rain (or snow). But in any case, take care, and thanks for reading.


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