So the best part of being a writer is taking on tons of projects. And the worse part is taking on tons of projects. So I’ll list just a few things I’m writing.
I have signed on with Black Opal Press to publish the The Ragnarok Vaults, which is a post-World War II spy novel. This one has knocked the heck out of me over the years. I’m relieved yet sad to see it end. I am so attached to these characters I can’t believe I won’t be talking in the shower to create dialogue for them.
Until the sequel.
So what’s next?
First is my non-fiction passion. It’s hard to turn off my reporter instincts. So I’ve been interviewing Vietnam veterans about their experiences during the war that changed America. I’m calling it ‘Nam Stories. Nothing political. No Rambo stories. I want to hear about the bugs and snakes you saw, the jokes you told, the fear you felt and the brother you shared. Stories you’d share with your buddies while drinking a cold one. I love interviewing veterans, they have such a unique viewpoint on the world. Bless all for what they have done.
For years agents have told me I should write a story that appeals to family drama and women. Can I do that? We’ll give it a shot. I’m using the Descendants by Kaui Hart Hemmings as inspiration.
So a few years ago, I started my initial first person essay. I’ve always knocked the memoir genre, which was really shortsighted of me. I’m addicted now. So over the next few years, i plan on putting together a few essays a year until i can put together a collection. And hopefully it sells so I can be the person i’ve always rolled my eyes at and mumbled, “Like this person is important enough to write a memoir.”
A good story is a good story. Plain and simple.
I also have always set my heart on a graphic novel. i wrote a script years ago and have always been tremendously excited about it. Sadly I can’t draw a circle. Have went through several experienced artists that never panned out. But like Sean Connery says in the Untouchables, “If you’re afraid of getting a rotten apple, don’t go to the barrel. Pick one of the tree.” Yet it was a no go. So I’m actually scrapping the script and starting over with a buddy who has way too many similarities to Brody from Mallrats. Who new concept with a piece or two from my previous one. As for finding the artist, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Where is Pam Beasley when I need her?
And of course I have some journalism projects up my sleeve.
When I know, you’ll know.