At this time two years ago, I started writ­ing And The Stars Ran Red. Approx­i­mately a year later — once again at this time, obvi­ously — I fin­ished the same novel. This year? Well, let’s say 2010 wasn’t the best suit I ever wore. I took a break before run­ning through a sec­ond draft and edit­ing, and never really went back. I took a break if you will, which turned into an entire year of doing very lit­tle when it came to writ­ing fic­tion. Don’t get me wrong, I broke into Free­lance arti­cle writ­ing, but fic­tion… nope.

Well, March is here and it’s my birth­day on the 31st, and to be hon­est I don’t think I’ll be happy unless I get accom­plished on some­thing by that time. I don’t even care if it’s start­ing some­thing, as long as it’s some­thing (but I really should get on that edit­ing of ‘Ran Red). I have a new story syn­op­sis float­ing around in my head, and details are com­ing together but not quick enough, not by my own stan­dards — I want a big gulp of water, not lit­tle sips here and there.

This is what I hope to get accom­plished in March:

• Start edit­ing And The Stars Ran Red
• Plot, flesh out and begin writ­ing the ten­ta­tively named, Only Shad­ows Ahead
• Con­tinue May 5 & The Assassin

It’s not a huge list, but I’m try­ing to be real­is­tic and even those three are push­ing it. May is a sure thing, but I may have to choose my time wisely between edit­ing and writ­ing. No mat­ter what though, I have to start doing some­thing if any­one — includ­ing myself — is going to take me seri­ously as a writer, if I’m ever to be as suc­cess­ful as the great, Dr. Ronald Chevalier.