I’m working on Having it Both Ways again.
I know. I know. I said that I was going to put this book in the drawer and work on something else. I’m beginning to learn that as soon as I say I’m putting a novel away to work on something else I immediately come up with a hundred ideas for that novel. And while inspiration is always a good thing, it makes me look like a bit of a scatterbrain when it comes to these weekly updates. The good news is that it’s coming along. The bad news is that it’s elbowing in on the word count that I intended to put down on my paranormal. I keep telling myself that there is no rush on either one of these books but, I have to say that I’m getting antsy about getting something ready for publication. I want to publish both of these books before the end of the year but, I feel like I’m no where near finishing either of them in a timely fashion. Not to mention the fact that I can’t seem to get the muse to function behind the keyboard so I’m forced to write it all out by hand. #annoying but it’s working for now so I can’t *really* complain.
Right now I’m reading The Coldest Winter Ever by Sister Souljah. My mother recommended it. Said it was a great read. I’m struggling to see how and when this book is supposed to be *good*. It’s all tell and no show. Full of all the ghetto cliches an author can stuff into a book. The dialogue is non-existent and when it does appear it’s pointless. Paragraph after paragraph is used to describe cars and clothing and jewelry but I know almost nothing about the physical appearance of the characters. I think the author’s intention was to make NYC an additional character in the book but little or no attention is given to describing anything but the projects that the main character lives in. Not to mention that the author actually wrote herself into the book. Yes, she is an actual character in the book, not a thinly veiled character but her actual self! I mean, who does that? I can’t find anything redeeming about this book. In fact, I’m struggling to see how and why this book was ever published. And yet…I’m still reading it. Why? Cuz I’m no quitter and honestly I’m hoping the book redeems itself somehow. There are over a thousand 5 star reviews for this book. Something has to happen in between these pages to make it all make sense. Or…maybe it will chip away another chunk of faith in the publishing world and cement my choice to go indie. I guess I’m learning something either way…kinda. At the very least I will learn to never take a book recommendation from my mother EVAH again.