I wish I was making a lot more money off my writing.
Its a fairly common complaint, I know but the odd thing is, I don’t necessarily want to be rich. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t object to making enough money to drive an Aston Martin around, but it isn’t necessarily my ambition.
My real ambition is to be making enough money that I can give up the day job and write full time. Yes, I wouldn’t object to being comfortably well off, but mainly I’d love to be able to say that my morning commute consists of walking through the house to my desk.
I’d love to be in the position where I don’t have to stop writing of an evening because its late and I have work in the morning, or to be able to start writing early, hit my own self-imposed targets and then chill out for the day. Or not, and just keep going.
But hey. That’s the future. For now, my main concern is with Call of Herne. I’m currently writing what we authors refer to as “the bloody fiddly bit in the middle,” where I’ve finished one set piece and I’m maneuvering the characters into place for the next one. The problem with a crossover of this scale, though, is figuring out which bits to streamline. I’m working with a much larger cast of characters than I’m used to, and I’m trying to get it down to the important ones without sacrificing necessary detail. I’ve got the finale almost fixed in my head, but I need to figure out where to trim the fat, as it were.
For now though, I need a few hours sleep.