The Shame-Based Novel Writing Initiative
‘Sup, friends. So there’s plenty afoot these days, but one project I’m really wanting to get out the damn door is my next novel. It’s called “Run & Shoot,” and I started it as a live serialized novel right here. I quickly realized that writing a chapter a week of a novel is flat-out stupid when you’ve got, like, a full-time job that pays you and things like that. So I backed off, eased up, polished off Bluff City (you have bought that already, right?) and now I’m ready to get this next one out the door.
Synopsis: A famous college football coach turns up dead on the 50-yard-line of his home stadium. Who could’ve killed him? Why? How? Where? (Oh, wait, already answered that one.)
Anyway, tagline is “Football. Murder. And other Southern institutions.” And it’s got all the usual nonsense that scares my family when I talk about it: hyperviolent football players, sex-crazed sorority girl/academic counselors, football, rock n’ roll, whiskey, and a gentlemen’s club the size of an airport hangar. You’re going to want to buy a copy for your grandmother.
Once I complete the damn thing, that is.
So that’s where you come in. I’m going to be keeping myself honest with a running counter of how many words I’ve done. I’m thinking this book will run about 60,000 words or so, so we’ll set that as our target. If we go over it, great. My personal deadline is to knock this thing out before the holidays so you can curl up with it by the fire on Christmas morning. We’ll see how that goes. But for now, here’s the counter:
Now, feel free to ask me how the book is going over the next few weeks. Pester me. Bug me on Twitter and tell me to get my ass back to work. I want this done, and I want you to read it. Best nag gets a mention in the book. (Most pain-in-the-ass nag may meet an untimely end in the book. That’s the chance you take.) And hey, if you want a review copy ahead of time, hit me up.
Thanks, as always, for your support. This is going to be fun.