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Well, since I talked about it on Twitter last week, it looks like I can make this official here: I strongly believe I have another book in me to write.

That's book number three for me, officially. Even though I had an idea to write something about vampire zombies in suburbia during Christmastime (really), I've shelved that idea for now and will focus on something different. It will be a (gasp!) novel and I've already begun working on it. What it will be is an extremely loose concept: pop culture critics. That's all I can say for now since that's about all that I have in the can.

I don't foresee this book taking years to write, but if that's what happens, then that's what happens. As exciting as it would be to write an entire book in the month of November, I'd rather create qualitative results over quantitative. Meaning, fifteen pages of useable stuff after a few weeks instead of fifty pages of crap that must either be chopped into pieces or thrown completely away.

I don't commit myself lightly to book projects. If I'm going to devote time to writing them every week, I should try to create something I can stand by. Hopefully, this third book will be something I can stand by.


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Richard of DM said…
Color me excited.
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