I didn’t post on the blog yesterday. No, that doesn’t mean I took the day off from writing.
I write different things, and publish on different platforms. None are lucrative, but most offer the satisfaction of telling the world, “I’m not invisible.”
By the way, saying to the world “I’m not invisible” is easy when you’re in my situation. I can yell it as loudly as I want, and rarely suffer repercussions because the world isn’t listening.
It’s painful when there’s something important to say, though. It isn’t always about me. Sometimes it’s about other people who are treated as invisible, and I can’t usually help them because I’m just one more mouse in the proverbial elephant stampede.
Last year, I worked on two major writing projects simultaneously. One was a nonfiction piece on a high-profile topic, and the other was not. The essay on George Michael’s work took a full year to research, write, proofread and edit.
The other was a novella which moved faster, although it was approximately seven times as long as the GM piece. Melody of the Undead was self-published on Kindle after a good deal of effort, but George Michael proved to be a bigger distraction than I thought.
The existential nuances in the White Light video are not made for intellectual multitasking. You really have to look at what George was suggesting about the human condition, and put most of your other thoughts aside until you’ve absorbed it. Then you have to do the same thing with some of his other work — if you want to write well on the topic.
Yesterday, I took another look at the novella, Melody. In this particular instance, it’s comforting that my writing never achieves bestseller status because I had botched the job — royally.
The story and characterizations were fine. However, a partial rewrite was necessary because of poorly written sentences, ambiguous details and confusion over one character’s name (She was supposed to be Joanne, but nearly half the time I typed her name “Joanna”). The rewrite took more than ten hours, and was completed at about midnight. The laundry could wait.
Some authors can’t avoid multitasking when they write (due to deadlines/financial pressures/other obligations), but I’m not one of them. I had both writing projects on my mind while working on them, but at the very least I could have waited to self-publish Melody. Just put the so-called completed manuscript aside until after finishing the George Michael essay, and then revise the small truckload of things that didn’t go right with Melody.
There was no deadline for either manuscript, so I was in charge. Hint: Don’t put me in charge.
The first edition of Melody of the Undead has been removed from Kindle’s site, and it is replaced with a higher quality manuscript of the same book. According to Kindle, identifying a manuscript as a subsequent edition is optional, so I left that alone. No sense in confusing readers about a story they didn’t read in the first place. The title and cover design remain the same, but the copyright info has been updated to © 2017, 2018. Keep it professional.
I owe an apology to Melody, who is a fictional character. She feels real to me. She was treated with extreme cruelty and indifference during her short life, and I want to do this right. She is worthy of it.
Uh, I also want to promote my newly revised e-book, which probably isn’t fucked up this time in spite of the fact that the author and editor are one and the same person (if you think it’s easy to do both jobs on the same manuscript, obviously you haven’t tried it). A link to Kindle’s listing is below. An introduction and a sample of the book’s beginning are available free of charge, and the book is a 99 cent (USD) download. It’s available in multiple countries.
Just in case you didn’t know, Kindle’s free app can be installed on almost any electronic device, so you don’t have to buy a Kindle reader to read Kindle e-books.