The progress bar for Summermoon Fire continues to inch over, and I finished chapter fourteen last night. Unfortunately I didn’t get quite to the end of the allotted amount of story, so I might have to add a chapter to the end. I’m aiming for 90-95k words. My present publisher, Mushroom Ebooks, is evaluating the first book in this series, Wintermoon Ice, right now, but I don’t know if they will pick it up or not.
So the end is in sight, and I am really not sure where I am going after that. Part of me says I have finished (or mostly finished) six books in the last four years, and maybe I should be taking a break? I’d like to go back to school for awhile, and study a foreign language, or possibly update my job skills. I have a minor in computer science, from the days when you input programs by punch cards. I’d have to do practically a whole new degree to get up to speed on that, but it would be challenging.
OR…
I could start a new book, perhaps in a different genre. I’m not tired of fantasy, exactly, but sometimes I think it’s too easy to get caught in the same old storyline ruts. I’m wondering about doing a sweeping historical fiction, a la Leon Uris, about some heretofore unvisited portion of human events. Doing the research would be a lot of fun.
OR…
I also like the idea of writing geographical fiction, where the setting becomes the main character and people come and go across the landscape. I don’t know if anyone has ever done such a book, and if they haven’t, I can guess why. Most people would probably want to read a satisfying story arc about other people, not a mountain or river. But still, I find the idea appealing, maybe because I have a degree in geography.
I’d have to publish either of the other two books under a different name, so as not to confuse the people who associate Suzanne Francis (which isn’t my real name, BTW) with fantasy.
Decisions, decisions…