The ridiculous perfectionism that forces me to drag out a project soooo long, reducing the process of creation to a chore, grinding away on a tale or a novel until I feel nothing but revulsion for it.
I was determined it was going to be different with my novel Of the Night. Wrote the first few drafts last fall, presented Sherron with a fairly decent version just before Christmas. I intended to get back to it in late spring but other projects and obligations precluded that. Finally started going through the manuscript earlier this month and I feel myself falling into the same old traps. Bearing down too hard, scrutinizing every single syllable, having the eternal comma-versus-semi-colon debate yet again. Grrr.
So I’ve given myself an absolute deadline. Time to put the pedal to the metal on this baby. I keep telling myself, “this ain’t Ulysses, dope”.
Of the Night is entertainment, pure and simple. It’s short–only about 160 pages–fast, longer on plot and shorter on characterization than my previous novel, So Dark-excerpt. It’s not a direct sequel to So Dark but it is set in the same city, same universe. Totally different cast of characters and atmosphere.
You’ll be seeing it soon. Sporting another cover by the inimitable Ado Ceric, if he can manage it. Do pop over and check out his site some time, it will blow your mind. It’s a pleasure working with someone like Ado–we draw from similar sources of inspiration and his vision is ideally suited for my oddball fiction. I know he’ll come up with something terrific for Of the Night and that the finished book will be a fun and compelling read.
As soon as I get finished fucking editing it, that is. But the deadline helps and I think come late summer I’ll have it ready.