I'm still here

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I haven't posted much lately because I keep trying to finish stories before posting them.

One time I made the magic work of writing and posting at the same time and going all the way to the end with Blue Moon but I've tried it three more times and it hasn't worked. I don't like leaving people waiting for the rest of the story so, this time, my intention has been to have something done before I start posting.

That could mean I never post another story because I feel like I need the feedback I got on Blue Moon to keep me going. That sensation is hard to describe, it's like jumping off a building and wondering if you tied the bungie cord right. ::grin:: But, having landed on my keister three times now, I'm a little shy of heights.

Catch 23, the sequel.

Anyway, that's where I am and what I'm doing. I've got two stories I'm working on, long ones, plus trying to go back and work on Green Sun and Tangled Up In Pink now and again. It's summer and the nights are long and business for me doesn't pick up till the fall, usually. Well, late summer, getting ready for fall campaigns.

So, here's the pitch. Am I doing the right thing in not posting till I'm done? Or did enough of you enjoy the roller coaster of Blue Moon with me that you're willing to buy another ticket to ride knowing we may be boarding the Wile E. Coyote Express and end up with faces pressed into the rock wall of a painted-on tunnel?

Some of you, of course, are pretty up-front about not reading anything that isn't complete and I can understand that and sympathize. But frankly, how many of you don't want to ride isn't the point; it's how many of you do want a ticket that interests me.

I've got stories to tell and they want to be told but I feel they need a little coaxing. I'm not doing this for money so scheduling time to work on stuff isn't doing it for me. I've got a job, I don't need another one.

But man-o-man that roller coaster was hella fun. Two years ago I wrote 78,000 words in 90 days, making it up as I went along and making it all come out right in the end. And some of you were with me, screaming in the car as we took the whoop-de-doos and telling me when I should let loose the brake and hang on tight for the curves.

I've never felt anything else like it in the world, I'm telling you.

So, I'm working on these two new ones, trying to do what I did with Blue Moon, but doing it alone, and I can feel them dying, my interest falling. I had audiences for Green and Pink and I couldn't do it for them either. So maybe it isn't the audience, maybe it's me, maybe I only had one book like Blue Moon in me.

I hope not. I hope I can either write alone and finish a long story or -- and this would be my preferred thing to do -- write in the window here at BC where everyone can see me do it. Novel writing as performance art.

So, which do I do? Go into my writing closet and hope I can motivate myself in the long dark lonely hours to write and write until I finish something? Or do I hit the klieg lights in the BigCloset and use it as my stage to do my act?

Don't all of you boo at once. ::grin::

Let me know, I'm listening.

Donna Lamb, Flack

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