Well, Yes, And Here We Go Again

I finally broke proper ground on New Novel, after a few false starts.  This one’s fighting me, and I imagine it will continue to kick and bite through all projected 80000 words.  (Projected 80000 – I think GUN MACHINE ended up somewhere over 85000.)

This means that this goddamn thing is back for a few months.

DEATH BAR

In which I exercise some thirteen-year-old memories of beautiful Trieste and do a bad George Orwell metaphor that will not survive the second draft.  But when the book’s fighting, the important thing is to keep moving.

The book has a name, but I’m not allowed to say anything about it yet.  So, for a few months, it will simply be Next Novel. 

More news to come soon.  But for now, I simply note that Next Novel is properly begun.