It's been a while since I've posted an update about what I'm working on. As always, it's never just one thing--work comes in waves, and right now it's high tide.
- I'm outlining my Deadlands novel, which is as yet untitled. It's due in early December.
- I'm about to start in on a single-issue comic book script, based on a TV show that was big in the mid-'80s, but I'm not sure I'm supposed to talk about what it is. It's due soon.
- I'm also about to start on a short story for a very cool anthology, but in this case I know I'm not supposed to talk about it yet. It's due soonish.
- I just proofed "Amuse-Bouche," the story Amber Benson and I wrote for the anthology Dark Duets, which will be released in January 2014.
- I recently proofed Star Trek: Serpents in the Garden, next spring's Star Trek novel.
- I'm editing the final issue of the comic book miniseries America's Got Powers for Image Comics, and in the early stages of editing a new miniseries for Dark Horse.
- I'm waiting for sample pages from an overseas artist for a comic project I'm co-writing, in order to start pitching it to publishers.
- I'm trying to find time to write the script for yet another comic project, with an artist I really admire and want to work with.
That's all current or very recent work. Of course, there are also future projects I'm thinking about, making notes on, talking over with my writing partner on some of them, Marcy Rockwell, etc. There's no such thing as sitting down to write a book, at least in my experience. It's always preceded by months or years of mulling and stewing, noting things I hear or read about that might apply. Being a professional writer is more than a full-time job, it's a life's work that never fully releases you. There is no real time off, no waking moment when the mind isn't somehow churning, taking in the world and processing it.
There's no better job in the world, as far as I'm concerned. Working with words is my only marketable skill.
Sometimes the work gets stacked up, like planes around a fogbound airport, and it's a little scary. White-knuckle scary. But I've always made it through before, and I anticipate a safe landing this time, too. When, I'm not sure.
Thanks, readers, for being along for the ride. Without you, there'd be no point to it.