I hope no one minds, but I'm going to talk about writing today. I have nothing planned out, no structure, no order in which I want to talk about things, so this may be a very wishy-washy stream of conscious type of thing.

The one thing I've learned over the past year in regards to my writing has been patience.

I have often found myself writing a story and feeling pressure to publish it, something, anything, as soon as possible, regardless of story potential.

Let's take Then a Penguin Walked In for example. This is the novel I'm currently writing (which you can read, as I write, by clicking this here). I had what I thought (still do) was a great idea for a fantasy book. I started writing it, and then rushed myself to get it finished.

Then I published it.

After it sat out there for a couple of weeks not being bought, I began to regret my choice to publish what I'd had, rather than taking the time to write what I had originally planned.

So I took it down and am in the process of turning it into what it should be. Along they way I've come up with other ideas and this one book may spawn a trilogy.

I did the same thing with The Mighty. My super hero story. I was in such a hurry to put that out that I wrapped up the story line I was on and released it as a short story. Which was stupid, really. Seriously, I had a purpose behind that story, a message, which was never told at all in the short story. The idea had been to do a second short, then a third, and they would all be part of the larger story. But in the end I took that down too.

So, because I have had such a problem practicing the art of patience, I am sabotaging myself. People see me put up a book, and then take it back down. After a while they don't trust that I will put anything out that will stick. This is, of course, assuming that anyone is actually paying attention. And frankly, I hope no one is. Not at this point anyway.

Because I sure have some stuff that I want to do, that I want to write. I have a boat load of ideas and very little time to make them happen.

So what's a writer to do?

I've decided to practice patience. Then a Penguin Walked In is what I'm working on. That is my main focus.

But, because I'm a human being with a brain that finds it difficult to concentrate on one thing for long periods of time, I'm also trying to throw together some short stories.

I recently finished one, The Other Gunfight.

It's a weird western, my first, and I'm quite happy with it.

On Wednesday, October 26, 1881 in Tombstone, Arizona, famous lawman Wyatt Earp, his brothers Virgil and Morgan, and the infamous John Henry "Doc" Holliday, lined up in the vacant lot next to the O.K. Corral to face down a group of outlaws called the Cowboys.

Most people know the tale.

What's left out of the story however, are the two gunfighters that faced off in a dressmaker's shop across the street at the very same time. A room with a view that looked down upon that vacant lot and the participants that became part of the most famous gunfight in the American West.

What happened between these two mysterious gunmen is told here, the outcome of which could change the face of American history for all time.

I'm currently posting it a chapter at a time over at my short story site: Let Me Clear My Throat. You can read it there if you'd like.

I'm also in the middle of writing a short Norman Oklahoma story, currently titled Goblin Town. Once that's finished then I will release it along with The Walrus of Death and the Church of Minos in one collection titled The Adventures of Norman Oklahoma: Volume One. I'll have that available in both eBook and hard copy.

And that's the thing. I've decided not to publish anything (apart from the occasional short story) unless I can release a hard copy as well. That doesn't mean that they have to be sprawling, epic novels. I'm toying with the idea of pocket books.

But that's where I'm at right now.

Based on how I am writing, I wouldn't be surprised if I released three books at the same time:

Then a Penguin Walked In
The Adventures of Norman Oklahoma: Volume One
Short story collection

But it's going to be a while. I'm only up to Chapter 10 on Then a Penguin Walked In and I've barely dipped my toes into the world of Gund. There's a lot more to go.

So beyond that, what's brewing?

I need to finish The Mighty. Once I'm done with Then a Penguin Walked In, that will more than likely be my next project.

I've a few short stories started, and once those are complete I'll make them available in eBook and PDF format to anyone who has signed up for my mailing list (JOIN HERE), then post them on Let Me Clear My Throat one chapter at a time, and include them in the upcoming collection.

The collection currently has just three stories. I'm going to need quite a few more before I put that thing together.

I have more in mind for Norman Oklahoma, including the Christmas Special that I wrote a few years back and published before it was ready. Just another book I took down. I have a story in mind in which Norman goes up against werewolves, a big vampire tale that I started, and I even have a story in mind in which he meets Bigfoot. Oh, and there's a chance that Norman Oklahoma will crossover with Then a Penguin Walked In. I've already started setting that possibility up.

Oh, and I have the web comic thing going on too. Our Adventure Continues, which I love writing.

I will say, as hard work as writing can be, it can be such a joy. When something clicks and I can get it all out there on the page, it just feels good. So I think I'll keep doing it if that's okay with you.

Okay, that's all I have right now. I hope I didn't bore you all too much. I may start doing more blog posts about what I'm writing because I think that it's going to be a good way to fight through my impatience if I can talk about stuff.

Maybe my next post will be about a specific story. One that I'm really excited about called The Creeping Mucus. So yeah, you might have something to read about that on Thursday.

Thanks for sticking with me, folks.


I actually wrote everything above this line yesterday. Since then, in my little writing journal, I started in on my next Weird Western short story called The Last Stand of Abner Finch.

Here's the first line:

The day I met Abner Finch, we were both robbing the same bank.

Maybe, when this one's done, I might try and sell it to a magazine or website. Wish me luck!

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