Hi, team. I haven't posted in nearly ten days because, if ya please, I've gotten a job. Of course, knowing me, you could guess that it's not an ordinary job.
It fell out thusly: I was singing for the monthly Phoenix-area filksing at Mark Horning's place, and one of the guests turned out to be Christina Paige, a filker buddy who's now working for a local publishing company. When I mentioned my tale of job-hunting to her, she offered me something interesting; her publishing company, Fireship Press, specializes in nautical fiction and non-fiction, and was planning to re-issue an old classic novel called "Bride of Glory", the story of Emma Hamilton, notorious mistress of Lord Nelson. The publishing company wanted a sequel, but the author was long dead. So, how would I like to write that sequel?
What, a writing-on-demand job, me? Heheheheheh. When the dust had settled, I had a promise of an advance before I'd written even a word. I also had a copy of the original novel sent to my document files, the advance, the promise of help with the historical research and a few other perks (including a fifth of excellent plum wine). So, it's hi-ho, hi-ho, off to work I go.
I've spent the last week and more plowing my way through "Bride of Glory", and it's been heavy going. The plot is rambling, as the lady's life was, the historical detail is abundant and fascinating, and the writing is lamentably clunky. I don't have to worry about writing better than this author; I could do that in my sleep. I'm a little better than halfway through the book now, and hope to have it finished by the end of next week. The plot will be easy enough: just following Emma Hamilton's actual life story, as written up on Wikipedia. The hard part will be filling in all the fascinating little minutiae of early 19th century history -- and Christina has offered to do the research on that. There's nothing to it but to do it. It's simply taking time and labor, like all jobs.
I could certainly do worse. Come to think of it, I have done worse; I used to work for Welfare, and after a few months of that (ask me sometime, or listen to my song "The Paper Sea") I would gladly have taken a job as a garbage-hauler. A commissioned-writing job is a snap after that.
So, patience. I promise, I'll post here every chance I get; just don't be surprised if I'm a little slower at it than usual. Oh, and if anyone's interested, Fireship Press does indeed have a website. Anyone who's interested in naval history, or fiction thereabout, could do a lot worse than look there. Enjoy!
--Leslie <;)))>< )O(