In the Forward to Mai Shangri-La, I talked about the seven-year cycles that shape my life. 2012 marks the 7th year since I began to write "seriously". The question, then is, "Is 2012 the beginning of a new cyle, or the end of an old?
Mai Shangri-La has sold a few copies as a POD title (so few, to be honest: it hasn't been worth registering a tax number with the IRS to collect my Royalties;0). Short story submissions have stalled. The new book languishes in 3rd (or is it 4th?) draft. New starts last year died in the detritus of our move from Bangkok to BC.
I originally asked my wife to indulge me for five years and she has been generous with her support. But as we head into year seven, I don't seem to be able to kick the habit. Like a reformed alcoholic, I still crave the rush when words fall into place and the result is so much greater than the sum of the parts.
And so, when an arthritic elbow roused me early this morning, I dug out my CreateSpace Proof copy of The Wayback Machine for another look.
The result? The Wayback Machine story still engages, the characters intrigue me, and I want to learn more about how it all turns out, maybe in that third story that's been percolating in my subconscious for the past while. But it seems that The Wayback Machine needs a final look before I go there.
First step? Cut 20,000 words from The Wayback Machine and submit as a new YA to the 5th-annual ABNA contest. Let's cut the title too, to The Way Back. Checked Amazon and find the title's available, although the phrase has been used in other longer titles.
Next step? Realistically, ABNA's just a system of deadlines and a sounding board. Chances of making it past the first cut are slim, and of going all the way with ABNA are slim indeed. So the next step is to get back into the agent hunt.