The paperback version of Dead Aggies is out. One of them, that is, marketed straight through Amazon and CreateSpace. I’m also having a batch printed here in town, sort of a private vintage, which are sized and formatted a bit differently. They will take a while longer. Those, I can personalize. The Amazons will be easier from the logistical end of things, if they sell. If they don’t sell, they’re all easy. I might have to buy a few Amazons anyway, because we’re planning to take a little train ride in the not too distant future, and it’d be nice to have some for show and sell.
What’s next? Maybe I’ll get back onto the Heavens to Louie sequel. I drafted the front and part of the middle a couple of years ago, but it sort of stalled out. Count Otto’s Dragon and Mary in Transit took center stage instead, followed by Dead Aggies Don’t Drive Trains. That may change. Two of our sons were over today for Thanksgiving dinner, and we may have come up with an idea or two.
Projects may be dropped because they aren’t all that good. People get excited by the discovery of an unknown manuscript or unfinished artwork by a master, but the artist may have shelved it because it didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Schubert never finished his Eighth Symphony, but he seems to have stopped working on it six years before he died. Why? Who knows? Maybe we should not call it his Unfinished Symphony, but the Abandoned Symphony instead. Beethoven intended to write another symphony but didn’t get very far. The so-called Beethoven’s Tenth is a modern compilation of bits and pieces he left behind.
Sometimes, though, you can resurrect something, making it better than it would have been if you plodded down the original path. If I stall out on a crossword puzzle or a Sudoku, I often find it easy to finish if I leave it alone for a while. The brain may need a while to get out of a rut. Writing is the same way. It’s difficult but helpful for the author to assume the role of reader rather than writer, but that may be easier to do if the story hasn’t camped out in the author’s consciousness for a while.