It probably says something about me that I spend lots of blogspace talking about my crafts, my random opinions, and so forth, and very little talking about my fiction writing. Yeah, most of the Internet population doesn’t give a damn, but most of the Internet population doesn’t give a damn about my hand-knit socks either, and that doesn’t stop me. And unlike the crafts, the fiction is actually intended to have a wide audience eventually!
(But it’s currently unpublished. That may be why I’m hesitant to talk too much about it. I’m not Bujold or Brust or Kay, with crowds of fans eager for news of what’s coming up.)
So, what can I say about my writing projects? I’ve got one novel sitting in a slushpile; I need to query some agents about said novel and its sequel. My writing gravitates more towards novel-length than short-story length; I think it actually takes me longer to write decent short stories than decent novels. But I’ve got a finished short story starting its rounds, and another one that I’m wavering on whether to revise before sending about again, and a few more in various stages of incompletion.
Heck, this is boring me.
Or I could ramble about my characters, but until the stories are published, y’all can’t exactly meet any of them, and in spite of John Scalzi’s example, I’m not ready to post my novels online for general reading while I still have a decent hope of publication. (I suppose I could try it with some of the short stories, though. But if they’re not good enough for publication, that’s not going to help me with the pros, and if they are, well….)
Okay, take Veikko Amundsen, a character in one of the short stories, mentioned in slushpile book, and will appear in Book 4 once the collection of scenes merges into a book. Interesting guy, in my opinion; snarky sense of humor, tempered and exacerbated by a neurological disorder that’s ultimately going to kill him. Good at translating what’s said into what’s meant, at least in the cultures he’s familiar with. Dual citizen of two worlds, and tries to make it mean something besides an extra passport. Minor noble on Concordia, though he doesn’t inherit the title until he’s in his fifties. He works for the Concordian Ministry of Trade in their External Affairs division — essentially, he’s a spy, and if I can drag out enough plots, I’d like to write a mess of SF mysteries featuring him. He’s part of a major social scandal that wreaks havoc on his marriage and costs him his job at Trade and his long-running friendship with his father-in-law; eventually, he’ll think it was almost worth it.
But I can’t really talk about him and make him sound interesting. That paragraph’s just a collection of facts. I hope I do a better job of making him interesting in the actual manuscript….