Meredith Shayne

At a loose end

For the first time in ages I find myself with nothing to write. My goals for the first part of the year were to finish and submit Equilibrium, which I did, and to fulfil my Color Box obligation to Torquere, which I did by the skin of my teeth (famous last words: Oh, god, April is AGES away! I’ll get that story done EASILY! I might as well have pasted a big sign on my ass inviting the universe to kick me there as hard as it could). So now…I have nothing currently in progress.

My goals for the rest of the year are to finish another novel and get a few short stories out. I have about 10,000 words of a novel that I started before Equilibrium that I put aside, because originally Equilibrium was going to be a short story for a submission call, except it just kept growing and growing until it didn’t fit into its short story pants anymore. So I can pick that back up, and I will, but I also had a few short story ideas pop up every now and again during the writing of Equilibrium that I ignored at the time, but I suppose now’s a good time to explore some of those and see if any of them will come to anything. Hopefully then they can be spaced somewhere between when Equilibrium comes out in June/July and when my Color Box comes out in September. Or between June and Christmas, anyway. At least one of the stories I’m thinking of is set in NZ, so that’ll be nice, to write about somewhere where I’m actually living. I’ve already gone on a location check for that one, actually, but more about that in another post. Maybe.

That all sounds like a plan, doesn’t it! Shocking. In other news, it’s 10.20pm and I’m still in my pyjamas from last night (what’s Sunday for if not to stay in your PJs all day, I ask you), and I am absolutely GUTTED about the outcome of tonight’s NZ Masterchef. It was an absolute fricken travesty, and I cannot believe it. I’m sure the whole of New Zealand is in an uproar as I speak.