I haven’t talked about my next novel very much here, mostly because my head’s all full-up with my Rome novel right now. But my next novel is on my mind for a couple of reasons: First, because I’m doing research for it tonight (the TV was too loud, I couldn’t work on Rome) and second, because the day I begin it is fast approaching.
I decided that I was going to give the whole National Novel Writing Month thing a shot. Why not? I’m a stay-at-home dad this year, I’m a full-time writer, I love writing in the public eye and racing deadlines. The deadline here is two fold, though. It means that I have to finish my Rome novel by October 31st, that way I can start on November 1st on my next project.
(That’s why I put the Rome Novel word counters on the side of the blog: it’s public accountability. I don’t exactly think anyone’s going to berate me if I don’t turn in a reasonable word count, but it’s public, and I know it’s there. It’s useful.)
My next novel is titled The Nondescript and it takes place in the 1940s, very heavily influenced by the works of John Steinbeck and Mark Twain, but also some Jack London (I’m discovering). It is, perhaps for properly the first time in my life, completely devoid of any science fiction or fantasy elements. It’s a love story, a road trip story, a wartime story, and a murder mystery.
I’m planning, in November, to manage 100,000 words of it. That might be the whole length of the novel.
The interesting thing is that historical fiction seems to be my bent for the past while. Rome novel has some twists, but it’s a historical novel at its core. This novel is unabashedly a historical novel, perhaps it even falls under mainstream. Very interesting.
(The research is a delight. I had to match up my dates tonight, to make sure what history in my head was remembered correctly and worked with the history of the world that year. They matched up better than I could have dreamed).
I think I’ll post more about this novel during November. This is just a quiet mention because I’m doing research, and I’m thinking about the way my writing is shifting of late (as evidenced by my Winds of Change post, further down the page). So that’s it.
Rome novel is potentially going to be hampered by the fact that I can feel a head cold laying bricks in my head. We’ll see how much longer I remain an upright and viable member of the human race.
Speaking of which, I’m going to go lie down for a bit. Take care.