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Staring Into the Headlights
May. 17th, 2019 09:31 pmWell, the novel pitch I made to Carnation got a big green light. (In the words of one of the editors: "please pour this story directly into my eyes.")
SO it looks like The Adventure of the American Cousin is going to happen! Bitter twice-widowed Hiatus!Watson is going to Chicago, because not-really-dead-yet!Holmes has gotten in over his big dumb head. The titular American Cousin is a serial killer and necromancer. Honestly the idea of a confrontation between Sherlock Holmes and H.H. Holmes seems so bloody obvious I really can't believe that no one else has written it - has no one really done that yet? HOW?!? Oh well, my version is going to have magic and steampunk tech, and SH and JW are totally gonna bang in the Murder Hotel.
There's just one little problem.
I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE.
OK, this is probably an exaggeration. But it doesn't feel like one. I have so many stalled-out WIPS - stories I need to write, stories I want to write, stories that are promised - and yet here I sit, staring into the abyss. And the abyss stares back into me and says, "you used to be pretty good at this but you suck now."
SO it looks like The Adventure of the American Cousin is going to happen! Bitter twice-widowed Hiatus!Watson is going to Chicago, because not-really-dead-yet!Holmes has gotten in over his big dumb head. The titular American Cousin is a serial killer and necromancer. Honestly the idea of a confrontation between Sherlock Holmes and H.H. Holmes seems so bloody obvious I really can't believe that no one else has written it - has no one really done that yet? HOW?!? Oh well, my version is going to have magic and steampunk tech, and SH and JW are totally gonna bang in the Murder Hotel.
There's just one little problem.
I CAN'T WRITE ANYMORE.
OK, this is probably an exaggeration. But it doesn't feel like one. I have so many stalled-out WIPS - stories I need to write, stories I want to write, stories that are promised - and yet here I sit, staring into the abyss. And the abyss stares back into me and says, "you used to be pretty good at this but you suck now."
