Monday, 25 April 2016

A third novel complete.

A few less considered thoughts on new works completed and the ongoing fight for patience are bid the reader in this post.

The writer, most pleased at recent completion of a third novel, must now battle excitement which threatens to spoil the weekly prose.  A contentious situation sure to vex even the experienced, yet such pleasure is the want of those who raise the pen in pursuit of literary accomplishment.  With any luck, the reader will benefit in humor if not in fortune by a hurried explanation.

At worst, the writer may discover his overweening editorial urge curbed by exhaustion.

For completion of new works, either literary or musical, is cause for joyous celebration here though demonstration is limited.  The writer as vocational artist appreciates nothing so much as producing something new and original.  Be it desire to make a statement or the need to eat, this life depends upon it.  As stated often here, historically the writer neither lacks for something to say nor likes to miss a meal.

An ever-expanding catalogue of works like his waistline meanwhile provides metaphorical proof to the simile's pudding.

With a third novel now complete the writer is pressed to a limit too soon reached for the patience to withhold a mad rush to publish.  While counterintuitive that a fellow who waited decades to publish a single word of personally crafted fiction might lack forbearance the proof is undeniable.  Few things experienced by the hapless scribe so far match the fearful hurry now imparted by the complete but unpublished manuscript.

For on rare occasion has mortality, to the writer, appeared either less binding or more difficult.

These few words are thus offered to posterity in case the writer's memory should hence come unglued as result of being taxed to the extremes of detail and complexity.  Or the unannounced end without pronouncement at last arrives.  The fictional history created is left for the reader to decipher.  While the actual life of its creator remains a private domain.  Aside from published examples of either literature or music.

A man being more than his work is also best recalled as wholly separate from it.

The established publishing schedule has previously been mentioned here and with purpose.  For a man's word is not given without consideration.  To do as has been said is a fundamental demand in these parts.  While a relative few words are in fact spoken those that are require not repeat but acquiescence.

To be is to do while to act in accordance with intent is required at all times.

A need for time near pressing as that for money is appreciated as usual in the independent world of literary publishing.  The time is necessary for a variety of good reasons including building awareness with an audience of readers and critics.  Meanwhile coin of the realm remains the necessary evil underpinning all things in a world of free markets.  To attempt the conduct of most vocational effort without great respect and appreciation for each is a fools' practise.

The writer while stubborn and willful as routine avoids such pointless work.

So an extended wait to reveal the latest tomes, despite each being complete and entire, now begins.  The collecting of funds with which to pay for the production and distribution of each is by necessity shortly undertaken.  A pursuit of work aside from literary next takes the stage.  The writer by need soon withdraws while the alter ego prepares again for public ascension.

In practiced routine does the end of one labor mark again the start of another.

The notion of patience as a virtue seldom learned is accepted here.  The writer despite lacking a semblance of it in great respect holds the truism.  Though transfixed by vanity and ruled by egotism the appreciation prevents behavior undermining it.  Once again the demand for restraint is heeded despite real fear of its potential.

The writer would live to see his work born despite none being assured tomorrow.

Thus a previously established schedule earlier stated yet holds regarding the independent publishing of this literary work.  With first novel 'A Dog and His Boy' having so far accumulated scarce enough attention to make it widely known, to hurry the release of more seems both impractical and pointless.  That second novel 'Grand Opening' will publish later this year while again confirmed is also accepted as perhaps too soon.  The eventual release of the third novel, now complete, the following year may yet place future success in jeopardy.

Despite representing the effort of a lifetime perhaps nothing better describes the value of the writer's work more accurately than the world ignoring it.

That being a routine case the writer chooses the stoic path in accordance with usual preference.  Should a change in response to his efforts occur the reaction to it will, one hopes, be appropriate to the circumstance.

With absence of it leaving the tried to continue appropriate service as true.

Thanks for being here and thanks for sharing the blog.

-          TFP
April 25, 2016

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