Progress Report, in which I make a frightening discovery
So. Completed my database updates and started digging through my stories with an eye toward finding new potential homes for them, and I discovered a kind of frightening thing: I don’t have a whole lot of short stories to push into the world at this time.
Seriously. I’ve been fortunate enough to sell a number of them, and my focus over the past several years has been on novels, which means I haven’t been able to replenish my inventory. And now . . . well, not much remains—not much that isn’t destined for the fabled Trunk, anyway.
What’s a writer to do?
I guess this means that I’d better start selling novels. They’re about all I have left to sell. Which, you know, isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Right. Better get to it.
No updates for Write Club.
Forward march.
If you figure out how, please let me know. Been trying for ages to get publishers interested in what I write.