Why am I doing this to myself? That’s what I keep wondering. You know, it’s not enough to write 1 book, but I’m actually trying to write two, while also balancing Violent Ends, and some other stuff. It’s because I’m a masochist. That must be it. Hell, I think all writers must secretly be masochists. Actually, I think the real reason is that I’m desperately trying to keep myself busy so that I don’t think about the fact that The Five Stages of Andrew Brawley comes out in less than 90 days. I always say that reviews don’t matter and that all I care about is that I wrote the best damn book I could, and that’s true, but I want to keep writing books, and in order to do that, I need people to buy them and love them and force their friends to buy them and love them. Whenever I read a book I love, I just want to tell the whole world about it, and I hope people will feel that way about Five Stages.
The release has also started me thinking about how how I can help the queer community at large. There weren’t a ton of websites or organizations when I was dealing with coming out. I was an occasional contributor for an online site called OASIS, but there was little interaction. This was in like 1997, before Twitter and Facebook…even before Myspace. I wrote a couple of editorials for XY Magazine, which, looking back, was barely a step above soft-core porn despite their mission to help gay youth. But now there are some really amazing sites and resources to help connect gay youth with the help and knowledge they need, and I feel like I could do a better job supporting them.
See? That’s how preoccupied with Five Stages I am. I started a post about NaNo and went off on a tangent. So, what was my word count for the day? A respectable 3708…most of which I actually think is pretty damn good. One book manages to reference cryogenics, a cross-dressing Civil War soldier, hurricanes, and a dog painted like a dinosaur. The other one is much stranger.
But I did learn one important thing while writing today: communicating without dialog is freaking hard.