I am kidding, of course. I am more than capable of pretending to be a blogger while pretending to write a book. Far be it from me to fail at just one thing at a time. I can fail miserably at several things simultaneously. It’s a gift, really. Don’t misunderstand, I have the “potential” to succeed, but I just refuse to use it. I’ve had this same potential since high school. I am kind of fond of it now. If I used it now I would just miss it later, so I think I will just hold on to it for a while longer.
I have several stories I am working at the moment. Or “works in progress”, as they say in the “biz”. “WIP’s” for you veterans of books that will never leave your laptops.
So, like every other wanna be writer out there who is too busy blogging about writing instead of writing, I have many projects in the works. Too many, actually. One day I will have to just sit down and finish one. Do the old “beginning, middle, and end” thing to one of them and see what happens. What the worst that could happen?
The first book I aim to not finish soon is a collection of stories about my days as a homicide investigator. I have published one on a website called “Watttpad” (don’t go there) and have written two others off the site. I am working on two more and I think it will be more than enough for a novel length book. The first book The Body got a good reception on the site. It’s about the only case I ever worked in which I had a murder and a possible suspect, but no body. I have done a lot of editing to what is there on the site and even added a couple of chapters to it since then. All the stories in this collection will be homicide cases I’ve actually worked myself and all told exactly how they happened. Names will be changed only to protect the innocent and the utterly stupid.
The second book I am totally not finishing because I am too busy blogging is a book about the dumb things one of my daughters has said since the first day she realized she could speak. I titled it “Blonde Moments: Life with a teenage blonde daughter”. I know, too long. Will work it out later. The point is that for years now I have collected almost every crazy thing my daughter Lauren has said and I feel that it is more than enough to write a pretty funny book. I didn’t used to think it was good enough to publish until one day I opened up a copy of Reader’s Digest and found that they had stolen some of my quotes from her book and published them. Hey, if it’s good enough for Reader’s Digest to rip me off, then it’s good enough to publish on my own.
The third book I am positively not finishing because I am way too busy blogging is a collection of stories about life as a child living along the border of Mexico in South Texas. Apparently, if you live in a town on a border you can write about it and people will read it with great interest. It’s a “thing” now. I wish I knew that when I was young. I would have told my parents to make my life way more interesting. This first short story has been accepted for publication in a literary review anthology out of Texas A&M. That’s how I roll.
This one is a short story about a discovery and a chance meeting I made at the beach as a child, and how it affects me still today.
I know what you’re thinking. WOW. Like really, wow, this guy can do it all. True crime murder mysteries, humor, deep and inspirational stories, what can’t he do?
Well, he can’t finish one damn book, apparently.
In all seriousness, I am working hard to finish these collections right now. Blogging doesn’t stop my writing, it sometimes helps it. It warms me up to the stories I really want to tell. The ones only I can tell.
And to be totally honest, I wasn’t finishing these projects long before I started blogging, so I can’t blame the blog. If anything, blogging has given me the incentive to push these along. I have other books started, but the ones above are the ones I plan to finish this year and then move along to others.
Someone once asked me what I thought my best story is. I always answer the same way.
I like them all, but my best one is the one I’ll write tomorrow.