I’m horribly lacking in self control when it comes to writing. In the past month I’ve started so many new novels, it’s not even funny.
My SteamPunk-ish story Finding You, which some of you have read.
A post-Civil War retelling of Beauty & the Beast where the “beast” is a well-to-do black-guy in a super racist southern town and “belle” is a girl who is forced to get work taking care of his manor to save her family from destitution.
A fantastical tale of adventure about a slightly deformed young man who, fearful of people, decides to see the world and makes it his goal to go everywhere man has not (he ends up in a desert land modeled after the middle east (especially what I saw in Hidalgo and Lawrence of Arabia) where a fabled crazy land no one is allowed to cross is walled off…he decides to enter anyway, with the help of a young guide who is a girl who has to dress as a boy to get past the guards and all sorts of randomity).
A SteamPunk retelling of “Snow White” that involves gypsies and the circus and a knife-thrower who’s called the “prince” of his art. (See what I did there? He’s the “prince” in the story but not really a- oh, you got it? Okay.)
A tragedy about a girl with a bucket list that includes falling in love, and a young man whose “business” is selling dreams and making them come true. The fellow, Cal, is based on Bobby Hicks down to the tattoos, gages and beanie. So you know he’s fantastic. 😉 And there’s an extremely important scene at a carousel- hence the image.
A second draft of my original “baby”, “Betrayal”/”Treachery”.
And a romantic fantasy about a girl who can draw “memories” out of objects, like music out of the walls of a ballroom, etc.
My imagination (even though half of those aren’t even great) has been going madder than usual. If that’s possible. So I beg your forgiveness if my posting has been decreased or distracted or overwhelming in some ways and less than satisfactory in others. I’ll shape up, I promise.
Also, as you can see, I even went about making “fake” covers for some of them. I just love making covers. It’s sad, a little.