Winter is Coming

The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting colder, and I've started making bad, bad decisions. This is a yearly cycle.

This year, I've decided not only that I will actually, officially participate in Nanowrimo, but I will take up the mantle of ML for the Santa Cruz region. The gap was there, and I (like nature) abhor a vacuum. This explains why I have a cleaning lady.

I am blessed in a way that many writers are not. Both Truman Capote and Fran Liebowitz are famous for having written a very few brilliant things and then sort of just becoming essayists and personalities. They were never visited again with the spark that got them through that initial spurt of brilliance. I, on the other hand, am positively AWASH in fabulous ideas.

1. Trinity of Days
   A play that follows Mary, mother of Yeshua (Jesus, to you White Folks) through the three days between the crucifixion and the ressurection.


2. I Want You to Slowly Fall In Love With Me
   Twelve months in the life of a mediocre aspiring novelist and her transsexual neighbor.


3. Two Women and a Boat, to Say Nothing of Cthulhu
   A novel that follows an intrepid young bird and her headstrong aunt through some of the less glamorous (and therefore less expensive) vacation spots of the world, where they keep meeting mysterious, shambling strangers carrying distastefully ugly tchotchkes and muttering to themselves in the most unmannerly fashion imaginable.


4. R&D: Rule & Dominion
   The galaxy is ruled by humans, and the humans are ruled by greed. There is only one kind of currency in the future: intellectual property.

Those are just the ones that I can recall off the top of my head - the ones that haven't been written yet. My problem has never been a lack of subject matter. It's been a lack of time to sit down and delve into my subject matter in a way that does justice to what's in my head.

For this year, I've chosen #3. I've been spending all my free time sort of idly spinning up individual plots (most P.G. Wodehouse is short stories, and my intention is to copy that short-story style in a way that adds up to a coherent narrative - sort of like a Dorothy L. Sayers piece) and thinking about characters.

In my fantasies, I will have finished all of these pieces (these do not include anything that I'm currently editing) by next November and will have to come up with something entirely new. Wouldn't that be lovely?