I just turned in yet another “final draft” of THIS SHARED DREAM to my editor. Shorter by 20,000 words than previous drafts. I generally write at MISSISSIPPI BLUES length, and I’m told that big fat sf books are hard to sell.
I think I should just start out with an idea for a short story and move on from there, next time.
However, right now I’m getting ready for speaking to a class at Miami-Dade’s InterAmerican Campus on Wednesday. They are reading SF–a great assortment of titles, by the way.
Next on my plate is a mentoring job I’m looking forward to, and then I can at last get moving on HURRICANE, which is not SF, but historical fiction I’ve been working on for years. In January, I workshopped yet another chapter at the Key West Literary Seminar, this time with Valerie Martin. Last year, it was Alan Cheuse. Next year, I hope it will be finished and out the door.
And I. Shall. Paint.
We won’t even mention clearing up the potential hazards gravity has collected on the floor of every room in my house, because this is my day of rest and I don’t want my mirror neurons working overtime.