I finished my book of 18 short stories after just a bit over a year and a half of writing work. But I didn’t view it as work, because I enjoyed it immensely. I did hit a snag 2 weeks ago when I finished the last story. Then the daunting tasks of compiling the stories into one document, creating a table of contents with links, doing a final edit, and choosing a title stared me in the face. Ugh! I love the creative process and hate the tedious details. But I hunkered down and finished the work this weekend.
The tentative working title (subject to change based on my whims) is “Beyond Life: Tales of the Afterlife.” Here’s a brief tease about what each of the 18 stories is about.
- A dog
- Satan & Davy Jones of the Monkees
- Cremated ashes
- Final termination
- The Rapture – Gee, this list is weird so far. But not as weird as Debbie Harry of Blondie singing about Rapture
- It’s a Wonderful Life – the movie
- Game shows in heaven
- Dating while dead
- Saviours – Whew, this list is long. Sit back, take a break and listen to Depeche Mode sing about their own Personal Jesus
- Memorial services
- Visiting the afterlife
- Astral projection
- Crappy Christian literature (I know, redundant)
- Nose grapes
Upon review of that list, I’m reminded that I probably need to schedule a visit to chat with a mental health professional.
Moving forward, I have sufficiently (I hope) girded my loins for rejection as I have decided to shop this around to independent book publishers. I anticipate rejection, so I definitely don’t want ungirded loins (good name for a band). It’s nice to know I always have self-publishing as a fallback position and experience with self-publishing thanks to the Parasitic Twin novella.
So, I left this crisp, cool Chicago summer morning for a bike ride feeling very satisfied. I wasn’t sure of my destination this morning. I just rode. I went around in a circle one place and rode into a couple dead ends before finally finding a good path to ride. It was a very similar experience to writing this book. I said “good morning” to everyone I saw on my ride, because it was.