The wife has been swamped of late, developing a nice bit of mass market fiction she's thoroughly enjoying. In the meantime, I steal the show and ramble again.
My babies are usually pretty ugly, and I have them in litters. I have three novels with significant word count, several with placeholder files, and synopses on my blackberry for SEVERAL more...
But one is full of song lyrics. Nobody explained what a massive pain it is to get licensing until I had a eighty thousand words. I'm hoping that as a second novel an agent will be willing to help me with that. There's one book tabled.
The next one is techie, a baby with green skin and antennae. I write very hard science fiction. It's what I want to read, worldbuilding details of setting, technology and politics, the variations in a non-homogenous interstellar culture... Not many want to read that level of tech.
What I enjoy writing is technical enough that few will buy it. I may be the best writer in the niche, but maybe no agent wants work so esoteric. I can "dumb it down", but what I enjoy in writing it may die in the process.
My babies are kinda ugly. I have to decide if I want to keep making them...
