It used to be amusing.
Back when I was first starting out, I kept people more up-to-date with what was going on in my every day life. Between reviewing books (and we reviewed a lot of them over at Shiny Book Review), working 100+ hours a week, maintaining some semblance of sanity in the home life (ha!), and writing books, you could say I was a busy guy. Occassionally I’d get a message of “you should be writing” whenever someone would see me online. It caused a good chuckle, a message to the person telling them to bite me, and we’d chat for a bit before I’d disappear offline once more to go do whatever it was I was doing.
Fast forward ten years, add in a much larger fan base, and now it’s a pain in the butt.
Nine times out of ten if I’m online, it’s because I’m researching something for a book. Or drawing up marketing plans for a book. Or checking the sales numbers of a book. Or talking with a publisher about a book. Or messaging a co-author… of a book. You see a pattern here? I don’t get to do the online stuff for fun anymore. As I’ve become a full-time author, everything I do online seems to be geared towards work.
So I’ve started to rebel a bit. I’ll spend some time online where I’m not working. I’ll simply scroll through messages and chuckle. I’ll actually play videogames online again (though I’m still bitter at EA for wasting my time with their latest SimCity abomination) and virtually hang out with old friends.
But then… in the midst of the night… when I am finally unwound enough to start enjoying what I do again… a message pops up.
“YoU sHoUlD bE wRiTiNg!”
(warning: bad words to follow)
Motherfucker, who the fuck do you think you are? I’ve just written for 10 straight fucking hours and I’m taking a break for the day, and you come in here with your smarmy fucking bullshit, thinking you’re cute and all, and tell me I should get back to work? Do you tell your wife this when she gets home from work? That she should get back to work because you felt like being cute with her?
Of course you wouldn’t. You don’t want to die.
I used to laugh when other authors would ask their fans not to say certain things. I mean, who wouldn’t want hundreds and thousands of fans buying their books and sharing their thoughts? It means an active fanbase, right? I never understood why it bothered big name authors when their fans made demands. Hell, I’ve even joined the jeers at George R. R. Martin to finish the damn series. And you know what? Sometimes, inadvertently, it’s a bit of a dick move.
(Disclaimer: I’m not excusing him, mind you. He was the one stupid enough to tell people they could lock him up in a cage if he didn’t finish the book. Don’t make promises you know you have no intention of keeping.)
Look, even back in the day, guys like Asimov and Heinlein would take breaks from writing to be involved in the world around them. Be it writing letters to other authors, reading their contemporaries, or even running a editorial or a magazine, they found other outlets besides creating novels and stories to take some of the stresses and burdens off. Fast forward 70-80 years and we’re much more technologically advanced than they were. We can surf the web and do all our research in a matter of minutes (cursory research, mind you… for historians, when we go down the rabbit hole, we typically lose the entire day). So when we’re on various social media platforms unwinding, it means we’re probably not working.
The last thing we probably need is someone telling us “You should be writing.”
It’s worse when they attach the Avengers meme of them pointing. You know the one.
If we’re online, don’t bug us about our writing. Instead, maybe ask us how our pets are doing? If we want to talk about how much we should be writing, we’ll tell you.
WINTERBORN is pretty much wrapped up. It’s the longest Kin Wars novel to date. After edits and whatnot it should get down to 100,000 words or so. There’s some stuff in there I might move to the next book, not sure. HAMMERFALL is definitely going to be more intense than WINTERBORN, though, and some unanswered questions from HOMEGUARD will finally be answered.
In other news, sold another short story to an anthology coming out this year. THE GHOST WOLF OF DEEP ELEVEN is my take on the old “moon’s haunted” joke, only on a space station where it’s pretty much Jayne from Firefly meets the Dukes of Hazzard. It will be in the And Then It Got Weird anthology edited by Jamie Ibson, being published by Blood Moon Press this October. That raises my publication count for the year to four, though no novels in 2021.
That’s because the plan right now is to have something like 7 new novels (at least) come out next year. Yes, 2022 will be the Year of the Cordova. If I push this winter, it could get up to 10 novels, and that’s not counting the short stories I know I’ll be writing as well. Speaking of, I have a Dec 31 deadline for one of them. Plenty of time.
Pleeeeeenty of time.
There also could be a move in the near-future, but we won’t know more about that for a bit longer. A move would definitely derail the 10 books in 2022 plan, but I could still manage the 7 books.
Yeah, that would be my luck. Finally get a new roof and then it’s time to move.
Cats are doing fine. Still not fully understanding why Charlotte and Curly hate each other. I never thought Casper would be the peacekeeper in the house, yet here we are. On the other hand, I’m very, very tempted to get a puppy just to cause chaos and havoc in the house. If I was certain about the move, I’d make a decision.
Getting a Great Dane puppy right before a move, however, would be bad.
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