Ah, Tumblr! How I Love Thee!

As a kinda-sorta addendum to my fangirling of Tumblr in a previous post, here's an example of what I find there and just how ridiculously inspiring it is for someone who's heavily into gothic horror and all kinds of creepy stuff:

from this Tumblr post

I mean -- how can you say no to that? HOW??? Holy shit, I love it. Whether or not it'll be the birth of a new story idea or a detail in a book, I can't say at the moment, but it's enough for me to save into a folder packed with so many gothic images I've collected through the years. 

And then there's this:

from this Tumblr post

Cemetery statues are amazing. Eeriness aside, there's also the mournful monument side of things, which are the point of the statues to begin with, and they do make one stop and contemplate. I've never been to cemeteries with statues like these in my life, my experiences being limited to more modern resting-places and mausoleums. Minimalist and clean with the occasional flower arrangements left by visiting loved ones, etc. I'd love to visit these older and more elaborate burial spots, though, and observe these statues as well as family vaults. 

And speaking of creepy stuff that inspires me, I had something borderline freaky happen to me just a couple of days ago, when I was walking from the train station to my work. It was still dark as I take the first train from Richmond to Berryessa, and I get off at my stop at around 5:40 and walk.

About two blocks from the train station -- I was, of course, walking alone but with a few cars driving past and the nearest gas station already enjoying some business -- I suddenly heard someone giggle somewhere behind me. Not close behind, no, but a bit of distance away because the giggling was soft. 

My first reaction (and it was instant) was to feel my hair stand on end before I whipped around to look behind me. I was relieved to see a person walking several paces back, about half a block away, and he was murmuring and had his head bowed, so I guessed he was on the phone. All the same, the quiet giggling absolutely caught me off-guard and freaked me out so much that it took another block and a half of walking for me to calm my heart down. 

Now that I look back at the moment, I can also say that it's given me something to chew on for one of the books I have planned (The Twilight Lover). See? I love it when something like this affects me enough to want to work it into a story.

Near-heart attack notwithstanding, of course.

And It Creaks Along

While I at first hoped to get the first four chapters of Compline written this long weekend, I'm set to finish only two. I suppose that's better than nothing. The first two chapters -- actually, the first chapter was extremely difficult to write as I didn't have a precise point as to where I can start the book, and it almost felt as if I were working on a picaresque, which isn't the point of the book. 

Anyway, I'm halfway through the second chapter and made myself stop and save it. I'll pick it up again tomorrow and finish the rest of it. There are a number of items in my notes for this book that sound fantastic as a story idea, but the actual writing of it -- turning that idea into a logical, cohesive part of the story -- might prove to be more challenging than expected. Maybe because there are a lot of abstractions that require a concrete expression, if you get my drift. 

Yesterday I fussed with this site -- not that anything I do will make it less old school-looking because Blogger -- and switched themes for a brief moment. Then discovered a problem with the background that i can't fix and so went back to this theme but with a different background this time. I kind of need a pop of color, anyway, but I'm still trying to find a lighter image that works properly with the nature of this site / blog and especially the books I write. 

One other thing I was reminded of is that I don't do well with long breaks. As much as I need to take extra time off from the day job, I can see that I'm perfectly good with three-day weekends at most. I haven't had an all-out vacation in years, truth be told, and with me coming back to full-time work after the lockdowns, I find I'm better taking extra days off throughout the year as opposed to setting aside large chunks of time once or twice a year. I find I'm able to maintain myself much more efficiently that way, and I never reach a point of being bored out of my mind since I'm able to fill each day with not just chores, but more self-directed pampering. 

As for my previous whining about my day job and the difficulties I've been having there, I did try to look around and even apply for a few positions, but I know each is a long shot and that I'm not holding on to hope with any of them. That said, I'm also talking myself off the ledge and doing a lot of reflecting, if you will, about my situation, weighing all pros and cons. It doesn't help -- and yet it does, ironically -- that the job I currently have is the only one of its kind around here, and I get all the benefits that come with working full-time.

So I suppose I'm working on being more mature about this and not succumbing to this weird cycle I have toward work (any job I happen to have), when I begin to feel unhappy and dissatisfied on the third year of employment. It's a mental pattern I've observed in myself, and I'm going through it now. But I have to remind myself that this job, especially, is one I'm most qualified for, and I need to put on my big girl panties and soldier on because there's nothing else out there that's anywhere close to this. 

On the brighter side, I really am good at what I do (years of experience -- since 1989 if you want to know), and I do have leverage. I just need to know how to use it to my benefit.

Turkey Day Update: 'Compline' Has Begun

All right, I know I told myself to hold off till December to get going with Compline, but I have a four-day weekend with today being Thanksgiving, so I figured, why the hell not? Especially since I'm all but completely done with The Perfect Rochester. 

art by Chris Rawlins on Deviant Art

There's a detail about the fairy tale that I'm exploring, and I'm gothying it up (Is that a word? It is now!) by mixing it up with traditional ghost fiction, and as a hat-tip to the legend, it's set in a historical fantasy Germany even if Hamelin isn't anywhere in the book at all. Sort of like Voices in the Briars, which I set in a historical fantasy Hungary, this one will have a bunch of made-up place names. No vampires involved. 

I've also been trawling Tumblr a lot lately for visual inspiration not only for this book, but for future ones as well. That's the one social media platform I love the best largely because of its user base, which skews not so much younger but more creative in outside-the-box ways compared to places like Instagram. I did resurrect my old account not to post anything, but to have access to people's art, which I goggle at whenever I'm there, and I write notes as ideas happen. 

There's been a surge of inspiration from that site alone for elements I can use in future books like The Twilight Lover, which follows Compline. I might even be amassing fun stuff for Camera Obscura, but that's not for a long while still. It doesn't hurt jotting down notes as I go, though.

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UPDATE: Oh, yeah -- forgot to mention. If you're interested in previewing The Perfect Rochester, you can go to the book's Smashwords page and click "read the sample online" under the book cover. It's got a generous sampling for customers, and you can read up to the first three chapters. 

UPDATE II:  Aha. So it looks like you have to be logged in to Smashwords in order to read the sample. Never mind. Sorry, everyone. Kobo Books will let you check it out if you're interested. 

'The Perfect Rochester' Book Blurb

While I continue to do some final polishing up, I guess I should share the book blurb:

Being a primordial god has its perks unless one considers maturation, and centuries spent largely isolated from humanity begin to bear awkward fruit. Narcisse Nightshade, primordial god of sleep, is about to discover just how clumsy his coming-of-age at twenty immortal years can be. Prone to collapsing in defensive sleep and finding comfort in his specifically woven dreamscapes, he’s used to enjoying his solitude his own way whenever the ills of the mortal world threaten his waking hours.

Until one night a stranger suddenly appears in his dream—a windswept, raging, Victorian dreamboat who instantly catapults Narcisse into a highly irregular adventure playing detective. How on earth did this invader manage to enter a private dream? What did he want from the god of sleep? 

Narcisse fumbles through his own coming-of-age with the help of immortal messengers, a soulless older sister bent on exacting bloody justice, a hovering mother widely feared by their feuding kin, and Chaos itself. What he discovers about this elusive mortal opens the floodgates to his own inner world and his heart, and perhaps—perhaps—the god of sleep is a great deal more human where it counts the most.

Taking place concurrently as the events in Nightshade’s Emporium, The Perfect Rochester is a romantic comedy about dreams, elusive and otherwise.

As usual, this is the preliminary version, which means changes can still be made. I tried to clean up the prose and whittle things down a bit, and so far this is what I have. 

I had too much fun writing this book as well as Nightshade's Emporium, and I'm really, really tempted to revisit this universe in a future book. I'm still on the fence about it, but the struggle is real. And if it does happen, there'll be some shuffling taking place in the calendar since I'd rather not space related books too far apart.

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UPDATE: The book has been uploaded at Draft2Digital, and you can go here for the pre-order page. Last time I checked, only Apple has it listed, but the stores will increase in number the closer we get to the release date. I'm taking a bit of a break from it to clear my head, and then I'll be going over it again in e-book form to make sure mistakes were all corrected (or at the very least minimized since things can still escape my notice despite all efforts).

Egad! That Went Well

I somehow managed to pull a rabbit out of a hat and got the revisions done for The Perfect Rochester. Whatever overhauls were expected turned out to be a hell of a lot less, and I only needed to change a handful of references to Lorik's backstory to make things work. 

Generational trauma -- that was the key to his present and how he needed to heal for the future with Narcisse's help, obvs. 

So it looks like it's just edits left, which aren't as troublesome as revisions can be, so yay! I've also updated my site's Book News page with the 2025 calendar and the dates already stamped on each book (scroll down to the bottom of the page for the banner). Really, the calendar follows this year's as I'm keeping to the four-month cycle, which allows me a lot of wiggle room in case I find myself at loose ends with the last book written with too much time to spare. 

So far I have story ideas for next year and the year after with Camera Obscura sort of dangling just beyond 2026. Past that, I don't have a clue what to write next, but what I currently have is plenty. The Perfect Rochester aside, that's six books altogether coming up that I also have extensive notes for. 

I've been asked before what I'd do if I ran out of ideas. Simple. I stop writing. That's it. And if Camera Obscura happens to be the absolute last book I'm able to write, so be it. But I don't think so since at the moment I'm not actively looking for inspiration anywhere. I do have a folder on my desktop that's being filled with all sorts of images I stumble across online that look promising. Maybe I'll come up with more stories eventually, but I do need to stop looking or thinking too much about it now that I've already filled up two-plus years of new books. 

If and when I do retire from writing, I'll keep this blog up and running still. I'll be more than happy to talk up my older books since they're not getting gallery pages. At any rate, it'll all be fine, and I'm really happy with where things are heading with me. Onward, indeed!