When I heard that Loose Id had closed its doors and the books they published reverted to me, putting Forest of Glass and The Peacock Prince back out there seemed like a no-brainer. I was also curious about how the whole self-publishing deal worked, and thought re-releasing my Loose Id novels was a great chance to try it out. It's been equal parts fun and headache so far, and I like that the books are out there again.
I was intending to do the same with A Stranger in Skoria and and A Slave in Skoria, but something held me back. Maybe it's the fact that there are parts of the books that, in retrospect, I would like to change; not massive things, but little worldbuilding-related niggles.
(Just as an example, at the time I wrote the Skoria books, singular 'they' as a pronoun was less accepted, editorially. I initially wrote the Sylen characters, who are neither male nor female, as using they/them pronouns, but ended up changing it to the zie/hir pronoun set. In retrospect, I wish I could have stuck with using 'they'!)
Or maybe it's the fact that I have an, as-yet-unfinished third Skoria book (A Sovereign in Skoria) staring at me accusingly, and had vague thoughts that an omnibus edition might be nice.
Hmm. What do you think, readers? Re-release the Skoria books now, as they are? Give them a minor edit, then re-release? Or get more ambitious, finish Skoria #3, and maybe get them all out together?
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Ever since November came to an end, I've hovered in this weird netherworld of having endless, fleeting ideas and yet feeling completely unable to write. Because Time Is Fake™, I don't actually remember if I've felt exactly the same way the other uhhh (looks at scribbled notes) three thousand times that I've done NaNoWriMo, but it does feel incredibly familiar.
I'll just be sitting on the tram home, or on the sofa after dinner, and suddenly there'll be a spark in my brain, something like - and this is basically a direct quote from my brain - "okay, how about, like....Terminator 2, but Terminator fucks!", and for about half an hour I'll become incredibly excited by this new idea until the spark fizzles out in a wet pffft and I find myself staring out into space and eventually firing up another game of Hearthstone.
Honestly I think I'm just tired. November tired me out. I'm preemptively tired out by the holidays. The thing is, when writing works, when I'm in the flow, there's nothing that makes me feel more energized. So of course my brain is reaching for that flow, that inspiration. I dig through old ideas that didn't reach fruition, searching for something that'll break past the tiredness, even when what I really need to do is the dishes, or writing cards, or cleaning out the rat cage. Because that's effort without flow, and without the sweet, sweet rewards of a story blossoming under my hands. I might get a clean rat cage out of it, but I'm not going to get Fucky Terminator and the Conflicted Young Man Who Loves Him.
The best thing to do? Probably write down all those random ideas, and pick them up again once I've had a bit of rest, and started work on editing The Assistant. Just in case those shiny new ideas are just my brain's diabolical mechanism to keep me from the less glamorous work of editing.
Of course, there is such a thing as multi-tasking...
Well, despite a minor flare-up of my RSI, I did it - fifty thousand entire words in a month. Not the fastest I've ever written, but thanks to pacing, mechanical keyboards, a lot of coffee, my extremely understanding boyfriend and a lot of ready meals, I managed to get more in the swing of things, writing-wise, than I have been for...well, years! After a bit of a break, it'll be time to start editing - and then we'll see what happens with The Assistant. I'm mega excited for you guys to read it!