Thursday, May 26 marked the launch of my first novella BEHIND THE LOCKED DOOR, which is also the first title in my horror imprint the Dreadful series. The novella was around 20k words, and so I only charged $0.99 for its purchase. With such a low price point and low word count, this seemed to be my easiest point of entry for new readers, despite it being a psychological horror story. So I did something I've never done before.
I asked people to buy it.
With little Kory now home for over two weeks, and me getting back to my normal day jobs, I've been keeping an eye open on freelance writing opportunities online through various websites, and I see a lot for blog writers. It made me think: keeping a regular blog has always been difficult for me. Could I just outsource it? Hire other writers to do their own series or posts on the Experience Points blog? It would be easier for me, for sure.
Preparing for Scaring, Writing, Featured
So a full week of daily blog posts is now done, and the Preparing for Scaring series has come to a close. I hope you've enjoyed reading these short, daily posts in the strange and suspenseful. And if you missed them, then feel free to take a moment to page back and check each one out.
In case you're new to the blog, my next project is going to be a Horror novel, though which subgenre of Horror I'm as-of-yet not totally certain. I, personally, am a fan of a very particular kind of horror, or kinds. But are my readers? If I write this book, will it sell? Or will it, much like Cybersaurus and Astral Tides, just be a story I, once again, write because I want to write it, and not because it's what I think will appeal to the public?
Preparing for Scaring, Writing
Day Four of the Preparing for Scaring daily blog series is upon us! I fear I'm getting a bit formulaic, so my goal going forward is to change things up a bit and still keep them spooky. As always, any input is appreciated!
This one, much like Day Three's Post, had grander schemes than could be realized inside of 15 minutes, so your brain is left to wonder about where exactly I was going! MUAHAHAHAH! Anyways, enjoy!
Preparing for Scaring, Writing
Day Three of Preparing for Scaring, and this exercise brings us into the mountains in winter, at night, and beneath a blazing comet far above. Imagery undoubtedly inspired by my (somewhat) recent exposure to the game Kholat, but ultimately which I took and drew my own story from.
This 15 minute exercise used the symbols of a shooting star and the scales of justice. One of which is easily identified in the text, the other was one that I was approaching before my timer went off and I cut the work short. Will I ever finish it? Who knows? But for now, please enjoy this short read!
Writing, Preparing for Scaring
So with Astral Tides behind me, for the time being, and a new project looming closer, I figured a good way to get back into the habit of writing every day, and in a tone and style that I haven't attempted on over a year, would be to do some simple writing exercises. Start with a symbol, set a timer for 15 minutes, and just write until I hear the buzzer go off.
And then I figure, hey, why not post those exercises on my blog for you all to see? Experience my prep work along with me. So I will post one exercise a day for you to read, if you like. Note that these exercises are literally just me typing as fast as I can along one train of thought for 15 minutes, without any editing, critiquing, or revising. With that said, I hope you enjoy my second delve into suspense and horror!
Astral Tides: The Shadows of Uhmakhet is the first sequel I’ve set in place with the intent to publish. While I have written sequels before, it was years before self-publishing was ever even a thought or belief I had in mind, ever before it was even known to me, let alone considered achievable. The Shadows of Uhmakhet is also my second foray into the universe of the Council, the Union, and, more importantly, the crew of Captain Daltir Stone.
Rimward ended on more of a cliffhanger than any other book I’ve written thus far. And my plans with the story and the series was to make it huge. Six books, at minimum, cataloging the events of Captain Daltir Stone’s life from the first page of Rimward all the way to the final book. And if I decided to take it further, then I would, and if I decided to do spin-offs, then I would. Somewhere around episode five of Rimward I was riding high in the clouds on the fervor and excitement of the story, the characters, and the hanging plot threads, and I felt I could run this story for years without ever running out of steam.
And then I started The Shadows of Uhmakhet.
Hey readers! I had a video ready to go up today, but for some reason I've been having issues getting that video to upload properly, so I'll stick to what I do best - writing.
At least I think that's what I still do best.
For those of you who read last week's blog post, you'll know that recently I've run into the double-edged sword that is becoming a better writer. I won't go into great detail, but on the one hand, it means that I feel more confident in my ability to craft evocative and inspiring tales with memorable characters. On the other hand, it means that the drive I once had for my current projects, including Astral Tides, has been all but killed. While I am still writing almost every day, I am having a much more difficult time hitting my word counts, simply because I feel less satisfied with the story than I did a few months ago.
That's not to say the story has taken a sour turn. On the contrary, it continues to ramp up in action and mystery as we progress through the second of three parts. No, this strange feeling of dissatisfaction only stems from the fact that I feel I am capable of writing better stories than that which I have already started.
I like to think that I'm a fairly optimistic and level-headed guy. I won't deny that there are days when my head seems totally in the clouds, and this generally happens when I'm either about to start a new project, or when I'm just finishing a current one. The desire to see it, and anything I do, soar with all the potential I know it has is strong, and it doesn't take long before I'm overwhelmed with the dreams of seeing the books line shelves in stores they will likely never see, resting on coffee tables they will likely never touch, and be followed by other books, toys, movies and television shows that will honestly never happen. I hate my work when I'm doing it, but when I'm done, it tends to be the best thing in the world to me.
And yet, the last few days, I have felt marred by an undeniable sense of inadequacy; a worry that my work isn't worth sharing, or even completing. It's a strong feeling, and while I can pinpoint what fanned its small spark into a roaring flame, it's much more difficult to pick out what caused the spark in the first place.