Tuesday, September 14, 2010
If you read yesterday's pathetic, whining blog, you'll know that I'm butting my head against the long-term planning wall.
I read recently that an author's work is one part writing, nine parts business, and the business side of my head is trying to strategically look at how an author crafts a career. I'm hard-nosed and practical, which is maybe an odd trait for a writer. I will never churn out dozens of trunk novels, gaining satisfaction from the craft of writing itself and hoping someone, someday, will want to read them. I'm also not a languisher. I won't spend ten years lovingly crafting a single work. Hell, I won't spend two years lovingly crafting a single work. When I start a novel, I expect to finish it within six months, and then move to the next thing.
It's the next thing--the next STRATEGIC thing--that has me flummoxed. (Isn't "flummoxed" a great word?)
With the first two in a series sold, do I optimistically work on the third in the series in case someone wants to read it?
With an unrelated trilogy proposed and the first book written, do I start the second one hoping someone, somewhere, will eventually want to publish it?
Do I toss all that aside and start something new?
Do I continue to write short stories (a writing form I do not enjoy, by the way) to help work on that platform-building thing?
And what the hell am I supposed to Tweet about anyway, and why would anyone want to read it?
What will best benefit a writing career in the long run?
So far, my best advice (thanks, JenKBlom) is to drown myself in Snickers and Dr. Pepper (I threw in some Cheetos for good measure). And now, it's time for the day job, where I shall happily go to work and edit a story on feral pig contraception. Feel free to make "pig skin" jokes; I am.