Goosebumps and Tears

Oh, man … look, ok … I said I wouldn’t write another blog for 6 months. I guess we know now, that that was a lie.

Here.

I’m writing something now that’s literally giving me goosebumps. I’m crying when I think of scenes.

I get that I’m biased. I write what I want to see in the world. But it feels good to know, for a fact, every time I start a new project, I feel like it’s the best so far, every time.

That’s all, I guess. More will sound like bragging.

Trust me. Self-publishing is walking on a ledge that humbles me every morning. The weights and levers I pull are all hard earned. And few of them carry any kind of reward. Dopamine doesn’t really stretch that far, not when each of these steps grind from one day into another.

Writing—purely writing—never feels that way. THAT’S where the hit is. In the actual act and anticipation of the act.

This is an easter egg. You won’t know until you know.

I NEVER hate writing. I don’t get stuck, I don’t fret over the details, I just hook in and blast off and it’s a massacre, a benevolent massacre. I love it. I love every word.

That’s how I’m feeling now. You know your favorite song, when you first discovered it? That’s the feeling. Right there.

I don’t want to say too much about this project yet, because it’s still in the oven. And I know, as the author, it’s not really that interesting to anyone else, not until it’s in your hot little hands.

Here’s what I can mention, with some degree of cohesion:

It’s part fantasy, part steampunk.

It’s a revenge novel.

There are unlikely alliances, left and right.

The main characters are not human.

It has teeth …

It’s a new world and not what you expect.

I want to say more. I’m gagging to say more … But I shan’t.

Have a genuinely good day.