Battling long-term clinical depression is one of the most difficult things anyone can do. For me, it’s like trying to swim upstream in a thunderstorm through the rapids of the Columbia River with truck tires shackled to my ankles. Needless to say, beset with crippling Bipolar Disorder I doesn’t help. My periods of insane creativity, where I’m able to churn out book after book, or poem after poem, is usually followed by the abyss of inconsolable despair. I’m gifted with the ability of composition but the curse of non-promotion. Luckily, the clouds of doom parted for me, just a little, this morning. Seizing the moment, I went ahead and listed my two audiobooks, Commoner The Vagabond and Tears Of A Clown, on AudioFreebies.com. If anyone’s interested, there are promo codes listed there.
Recently, I’ve been trying to breathe new life into an old script of mine, Tears Of A Clown. For the uninitiated, I wrote it when I lived in Hollywood 1n 1999. Wow! That’s 18 years ago. Since then it’s become an ebook and paperpback novella, audiobook, and “screenplay based on the novella.” Tonight, I edited the first draft of 155 pages to its current 115 pages second draft and released it on InkTip for all the world to see. Hopefully, I’ll get a bite, get paid and, um, retire in style. I’ve always like Tears Of A Clown. Yeah, it was written to be a commercial sell, but what can I say? It’s time I ventured back into movie making, right? I’m way overdue.
I was accepted as a member into the Horror Writers Association today. I guess that means there should be opportunities available on there to help my writing career. I’ll take a closer gander that later because I’m currently prepping my new book, Strung Out, for an October or November release. Strung Out will be a 30K-word long novella. That’s not as long as Stranded in Paradise or Tears of a Clown, so I’ll fatten it up by adding the sci-fi novelette, A Walk in the Park with Mozart, to it.
I published the novella “Tears of a Clown” this morning on Amazon. “Tears” used to be a horror screenplay; it still is, but I’ve since fleshed it out and turned it into a novella. I wrote this when I was in Hollywood. I think it was the 4th or 5th script I’d written. The story came together pretty quickly and the screenplay took 4 days to write. Of course, it’s went through several renditions over the years. I hope the book doesn’t give anyone nightmares.
Speaking of which – I had another one last night; not as bad as last week’s, but still annoying. It’s kinda funny I’d have them, given how long I’ve been homeless in the street. Anyway, it is what it is. I think it’ll be the last piece of fiction I’ll write for a while. I have a few ideas for my next book but I don’t know how feasible they are. Chances are I’ll eat my words and go back to fiction if I don’t accumulate enough material for the non-fiction material.