My writing is going well. The story has taken itself from me and moved in areas that I hadn’t thought of. That often happens when write. I know the beginning and I know what I want the end to be and I begin.
So far, I’ve been lucky with the beginning. Endings haven’t changed too much, from the concept I was working from, but the middle is something else.
My new Mad Mick Murphy Mystery, “Car Was Blues,” is going well, as I’ve said, but I am not sure it’s because of me or in spite of me. I have actually sat down in the morning and finished a thousand-plus-word chapter, more than once. In my past two novels, I have had to sit down more than once to finish one-thousand words.
I was telling all this to my friend Art who arranges the entertainment (and much more) at the Hog’s Breath Saloon.
“Steve King writes all day,” Art said, a cold bottle of water sitting in front of him.
“I’m not Steven King.” I sipped from my plastic cup of ice and Jameson.
“A thousand words doesn’t seem like a lot.” He looked at me as if I really didn’t write and took a long pull on the water bottle.
“I write from about 7 a.m. until 10 a.m.,” I said, almost embarrassed in admitting I only spent three-hours writing. “I am exhausted after that and usually go to the Caribbean Spa’s gym for my workout.”
He looked at me and smiled and I knew he was thinking, ‘You workout!’ But asked, instead, “How often do you get to the gym?”
“I try for five days a week, but I am happy with three.”
“What do you do with the rest of the day?”
I’ve noticed that people with real jobs think I do nothing all day. Here was my chance to change that.
“I usually go back and read and self-edit a few chapters, including the one I wrote in the morning,” I said proudly. “It’s important to do some self-editing as you go along.”
I explained to Art that after thirty-days I will reread the whole manuscript and begin putting it into one long document. The thirty-day rule gives my mind time to move forward, so when I reread the story I am often surprised at mistakes I find and sometimes the writing is so good I don’t remember writing it.
I told him that I’d just signed a contract with Books in Motion so he could expect to see (or is it hear?) an audio version of “Chasin’ the Wind” sometime soon. I also slipped in that the published had said a contract for the second in the series, “Free Range Institution,” was in the mail.
Art looked impressed, I finished my Jameson, and the bartender, Irish Bob, refilled the plastic cup with ice and Jameson.
“You going to take a vacation with all the advance money?” he asked and tossed his empty plastic water bottle in the recycle bin.
“What money?” I sighed and Art stopped looking impressed.
To read a little of "Free Range Institution" and "Car Wash Blues," go towww.michaelhaskins.net.