The Aging Gremlin

Well, the delusions of literary grandeur have started up again.

A worrisomely fast return, I admit. My next writing project isn’t due until May 31, but I’ve already built it up in my head as publishing gold.

While I appreciate the aging Gremlin of Optimism that rattles around in my head, it gets harder and harder feeding the old coot.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

It Brews in the East

Like a storm brewing threateningly in the east, a new story has begun to churn on my horizon.

This is worrisome on many counts.

1.) Next week, when my writing schedule should return to pre-holiday hours (pardon the “Yippee!” at this), The Hushing Days MUST be finished before anything else is begun. This is cold, hard fact.

2.) My mind does not need a new cache of characters muddying up its already chaotic waters. Sorry, but there’s no room in the madhouse.

3.) This new story would be another venture into historical fiction… i.e. this new story would be quite old by the time a “The End” was latched upon its tail.

4.) To further expound upon #3, this story is based in a time period and a land which I do not know in the least. Bad idea, all around.

So, please join me in belaying this latest story gremlin. Someone buy him a cup of coffee or something. Keep him occupied for a month or two more and I’ll get back to the sprout with fresh eyes and real time on my hands in February.

Inspiration, alas, is often ill-timed and fleeting.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

Through Chartreuse-Colored Glasses

Gremlin leavings.

The gremlin of discouragement from this morning, I am glad to report, only left a pale residue on the rest of my day. (A yellowish green taint that reminds one of a moldy chartreuse. *shivers*)

Turning a blind eye to those particular sections of the color wheel, I have managed to get half of my word quota done on Book Two of “The Lion and the Steed” series.

Is it bad that I have to keep reminding myself of the name of the series?

I’m so used to writing a book, promoting that book through release and then moving on to either the sequel or an entirely different universe altogether, that Writhe’s sitting in “publishing house inner-space” has really screwed me up. (And as you well know I don’t need any more screwiness in my life/head.)

Yes, I realize that another nudge Ravenous Romance’s way will be required very soon, but I can’t think about that quite yet. (Mostly because I have no idea what I’m going to say. *lol*)

Alrighty then, I believe the gremlin chartreuse has now officially spread to this blog.

Apologies.

I’ll try to scrub away the remaining gremlin-ness before the next post.

Does anybody have any lye?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe