When I'm trying to do something big... say... write a novel, it can be too big and I just don't do it. This is the case with an epic trilogy that I have been poking at for seven years. I've completed many other small projects since the seed of that epic space trilogy came to me, and if I tally up the word counts for all those other projects, it's very clear that I could have written that space trilogy. But... in the past I have tried to take it all on at once, at least mentally, as a trilogy . Which, to say kindly and in an effort not to shame my past self, was a mild sort of insanity. :) You may have been in that kind of mild insanity too. If you did, I believe you had valid reasons for it, as I did. But... valid reasons or not, it didn't get us the results we wanted. At least, it didn't work for me. To date my space trilogy is still not finished. I forget that it's okay to do small things. In fact, I think the only things I really can do are small things...
Today I slapped a book blurb out of my keyboard. It was actually pretty easy compared to some things I've written. Could be because I've had enough practice to make this kinda thing a little easier than it used to be, could be because I've been deep in this book for long enough to know what it's about (which actually isn't always the case for me), could be because the story is solid. Here's the current version of the blurb. "One more job in the rotting riverside city of Aventine, and then the independent mercenary Cyrus Bladetalker and his teleporting dog can retire young and rich. The job: Bladetalk with one sword. Get the story hidden in the steel, tell it to the royal family, collect payment, and get out of Aventine before everything goes to hell. Easy, right? What seems like a simple job quickly turns into an unraveling nightmare: the blade is cursed, and the cursemakers are more than willing to kill him -- or worse -- in order to keep their hideous...
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