I repeatedly promise myself I'm only going to tackle one writing project at a time . . . and then I wake up from that fantasy to find I have three, or four, or more going.
Novel #9, Dying By Inches, is due to come out in a few weeks, probably. It is a work of biographical fiction and I think it will do well. The number of previews is growing steadily and I am starting to get some feedback. It's averaging 4 out of 5 stars so far.
Novel #10, The Surrogate, is in the preview and final editing phase. It has only taken 11 years to get it there. So far, it is garnering a few previews, although little feedback. I still have hope it will be safely delivered within the next few weeks.
With a little more effort, I will give these two books their own pages on this blog, as soon as they're ready to launch officially. Please check back.
In the meantime, back at the writing ranch . . . the Missouri Justice Project, a history project designed to collect and preserve the oral histories of Missouri's sheriffs, is moving forward. Interviews one and two are done, with interviews three and four already on schedule. The project was not officially supposed to begin until January of 2016, but some factors have developed that necessitated an earlier launch, and so, funding or not, it's going forward. I hope to have the press release completed this week and the first set of mailings ready to go out to let the public and Missouri's sheriffs, current and retired, know about it in more detail. Wait . . . for . . . it.
Then there are the projects still waiting in the wings. There's the crime anthology I should be researching because the co-author for that project will be ready to begin soon and I've got nothing! There's the unsolved cold case that has captured my attention and is filling up a folder of its own already. Then there's the suspense novel I started several weeks ago. The one I said I wasn't going to go back to. Yeah, you should know better than to believe me when I say that. And, oh yeah, NaNoWriMo is just over a month away and my brain is already chewing on the 50,000 word novel it wants to write for that one. Well, I have a title anyway, and maybe a sketchy outline. But, that's all. I promise.
How many projects is that? I've lost count. It's a race now to see which one makes it to the finish line first.