Matthew S. Rotundo's Pixeltown

Squeezed for time here, so I’ll just stick to the facts:

Working on stories for my section of the writing workshop at WorldCon.

Story critique #1:  Done.

Story critique #2:  In progress.

Story critique #3:  Patiently waiting its turn.

As I leave for San Antonio in—yikes!—nine days, I suppose I’d better get a move on.  And that’s a fact, too.

Write Club updates:  Tier one bounce from Apex.  Response time, 6 days.

And a notice of hiatus from TM Publishing that I had been expecting.  Took about 4 months.

Onward.

As I still haven’t been able to figure out a new novel project, I’ve decided I might as well dive into some administrivia.  Hell, at least I’ll get something done.

Toward that end, I spent last week updating my database, sending out manuscripts, and reading for my section of the WorldCon writing workshop.  I figure that maybe one of the reasons I’m kinda blocked at the moment is that I have a small mountain of neglected business nagging at my brain.  Perhaps if I clear it away, the creative river might flow again.

Or maybe I’ll find that it’s all dried up, and I should abandon this writing gig and just walk the Earth, like Caine in Kung Fu.  It’ll get me in the open air, anyway.

Write Club update:  A tier one pass from an agent on a novel query.

Walking on . . .

So here’s the thing, folks:  I have no idea what to write next.

Understand, I’m not saying that my imagination is bursting with so many stories that I can’t decide which one to work on.  I know writers like that.  I, apparently, am not one of them.

No, what I’m saying is that it’s already August, and I need a new novel project, and I’ve been scribbling occasional notes in my trusty notebook, but must of the time just staring at that blank page, and I have to admit . . . I got nothin’.

Or almost nothing, anyway.  A few things are stirring in the sludge, but it’s too early to tell if any of them have any substance, or if they’re just gas bubbles.

So.  Yeah.  If anyone sees my next novel, let me know, wouldya?  Thanks.

No updates for Write Club.

I’m out.