I woke up this morning with a start. I hadn't written my weekly Mad Genius post. So I hopped out of bed, grabbed my tablet, and went back to bed. There, I propped myself on my pillow and wrote for a bit less than an hour. Sheer decadence, if you think about it. The First Reader was awake, but quietly let me have my space while I wrote. Then suggested coffee on the porch when I said I was done and ready for actual morning. So now I'm sitting on the porch writing this post on my tablet. What a life, this writing life.
I've been writing in the interstices of life and picking up momentum on fiction, which feels good. One of the projects I've made a decent amount of progress on is what will be a novellette or novella on completion (if you're wondering, a novellette is 7500-14000 words, a novella is 14,001 words to 39,999 words long). It is much darker than my usual, a Paranormal police procedural set in a sleepy Oregon city. No romance, just magic and mystery.
I wrote about marketing today at the MGC. I was more addressing the feeling that we must write to a market, and the marketing mythos surrounding how to market, which largely consists of selling things to authors. That got me to thinking. This story is outside my usual stuff. Would there be interest in my serializing it here on the blog? After it was completed, I'd remove all the posts and publish it as usual. In essence, market-testing on the fly. If you really wanted, there's a tip button on the sidebar. I'm still resisting Patreon, as it would require more time - and perhaps less eclectic content - than my blog.
But in the meantime, we're sitting on the porch talking about weapons. And the record-setting rain we've been getting. And hay baling, old-school (with pitching and heat and that feeling of deep satisfaction when it's all safely in). And I'm going to set aside the tablet and give my poor First Reader the attention he deserves.