Such is the life of a freelance writer, that unless we've got a sugar-daddy client who keeps us solvent all year 'round, we're unfortunately unable to turn down any paying projects that come our way. And I was recently offered two big ones—big enough that I should not in good conscience have accepted both, but I convinced myself I could handle the workload if I just gutted my schedule of unnecessary distractions, like nutrition and hygiene. "I'll eat in June," I told myself.
Alas, in such a situation this blog has had to take a back seat for a while; but please rest assured that I am committed to it, and to you, and that this hiatus will be of no longer duration than is absolutely necessary.
I just wish this blog were my sugar-daddy client, and that thousands of people were daily purchasing the trade paperback collection or downloading the ebook ...but as long as I remain a cult attraction for a handful of cognoscenti, this blog will be a luxury... though much loved, as luxuries usually are. (Translation: Tell your friends, already!)
Until next time... keep it chill, homies.
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I gave you a shout-out in a recent blog post. Can't wait to read more of your Emma evaluation!
ReplyDeleteIs getting BIAB withdrawal....
ReplyDeleteHope the projects are going well..
ReplyDeleteYour posts on Emma are brilliant! I think you get better and better with each post. I hope your projects are going well! Missing your posts, but I can wait! It is ALWAYS worth it for a new one!
ReplyDeleteThank you, everyone, I am at long last back, as you can see by the new post on Emma chaps 7-9. I hope to be a little more regular with my postings henceforth.
ReplyDeleteAs for the projects—they took longer than I expected, and some are still under way. But as for one of them—my new novel, BABY—it's not only completed but is available for sale, and you can read the first chapter for free over at my companion blog, Teatro Rodi (robertrodi.blogspot.com). It's more Alfred Hitchcock than Jane Austen, but I like to think some of the dialogue hits some crystalline Austenian peaks.