So. Completed my database updates and started digging through my stories with an eye toward finding new potential homes for them, and I discovered a kind of frightening thing: I don’t have a whole lot of short stories to push into the world at this time.
Seriously. I’ve been fortunate enough to sell a number of them, and my focus over the past several years has been on novels, which means I haven’t been able to replenish my inventory. And now . . . well, not much remains—not much that isn’t destined for the fabled Trunk, anyway.
What’s a writer to do?
I guess this means that I’d better start selling novels. They’re about all I have left to sell. Which, you know, isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
Right. Better get to it.
No updates for Write Club.
|Originally published at Matthew S. Rotundo's Pixeltown|