Prometheus Requiem nears halfway point
I’ll admit it, I’ve been slightly crap of late.
There, it’s out there, I said it. Bad me.
Very few blog posts, very little writing.
I guess I’d earned a break, given that I’d not only finished Grimblades (my new Empire army novel released in June – shameless plug, but I’ve a feeling the book will need it as soldiers of the Empire never get as much attention as Space Marines), but that I’d also, rather heroically, finished up a second (yes, that’s now two I’ve done – more than anyone else) audio book (incidentally, I understand that Fireborn was recorded last Wednesday – I wasn’t there, but can’t wait to hear the rushes etc).
But, even so, I’ve been slack. I could go into all the reasons for that. I could bemoan the fact I’ve been ill (risking Cecilia’s ire once again, no doubt – bless you, I need telling when I’m in a mope
), but who cares about that crap. It doesn’t change anything worth a damn, now does it. I had a poster on my bedroom wall (in fact, I still have – it’s the bedroom I had growing up at my mum’s as a kid – last time I went over it was still there). On it was a picture of the legendary Bruce Lee. Now, I’m not a huge martial arts fan or anything like that, but I did admire the man’s style. The poster carries a quote as well as a picture that reads something like (and I’m paraphrasing a little): Will is nothing. Doing is everything.
It’s fighting talk, all right. Well, here’s to doing. Something that’s not really been happening for me lately.
It’s changing, people, like a slow-shifting ice berg it is changing. Finally, I’ve made some real headway on ‘Prometheus Requiem’, my short story for Fear the Alien. I’ve almost reached the halfway mark and things are going very well, I think (never easy to tell when you’re as close to this to something).
I’m hoping to get this one done by the end of the first week in December, which will then allow me the rest of the time to find a way into Firedrake and hit my midway.
I wouldn’t say I’m full steam ahead or anything, but I have at least discovered the coal bucket and am starting to load up the engine again. Running on empty is hard to do, believe me. I think it’s probably the reason I was ill in the first place. Living hard when you’re finding it hard to live is tough – I don’t recommend it. Regroup, give it time, heal.
Thanks to all for the kind messages and keeping the faith. You are all my rocks, everyone of you.
I’ll keep you posted with further updates as and when…





