A bit of exciting news, but not so good news for me.
I’m still waiting to get line edits for THE HANDSOME DEVIL, blarghy blargh blargh. I don’t think it’ll be extensive as I went through a hell of a lot of edits myself before handing it over to my editor. Still, that’ll push back my admittedly ambitious release date to at least another few weeks. I’m a silly billy for having to change my release dates AGAIN.
However, nothing is waiting for me as far as THE HANDSOME DEVIL is concerned, so that’s good. I can put it away for someone else to deal with, while I work on my next project, which is ASURA NIGHT, and this one is already in revisions. I’d love to be able to get it sent over for substantiative edits by Sunday, something that is very possible. I’m looking at a mid-February release, hopefully, once one factors in line edits and proofing.
Anyways, as far as life goes, the end of the year 2015 draws near and I’m looking back at this year.
In one word, it was… interesting.
Not a lot of progress as far as publishing goes, but I did a lot of thinking about my writing future and what I’d like to accomplish in 2016. I had to let go of extracurricular crap, such as singing and drawing because I can’t continue to split my attentions between three and expect to get anywhere anytime soon. A little disappointing, but there it is. But, I know what I’m doing next year, so that’s good. Not having plans is a nightmare for me.
In 2016, I promised myself several things:
1. Work at least 5-6 hours on writing/publishing Monday-Saturday (and probably Sunday, too).
2. Read a new book at least once a week. (You have no idea how hard this is for me nowadays, loool)
3. Travel every season. My winter trip for 2016 will be Korea, and my spring trip will be Japan. Summer and fall are up for debate. Summer might be Chicago and maybe fall will be Korea again for Chuseok.
4. Exercise an hour a day.
5. Eat out only 3 times a week (again, this is hard to do for me!)
6. More publicity and more networking!
In 2016, I promise to release the following projects:
1. THE HANDSOME DEVIL
2. ASURA NIGHT
3. RAZING HELL
4. DARK MOON RISING
5. THE HANDSOME DEVIL #2
6. ASURA NIGHT #2
All but #6 are in various stages of revisions. After not releasing anything substantial in the past two years, having next year see so many releases is more than a little daunting, but I’m hoping it will pay off.
So… before I go, allow me to post up the beginning pages of THE HANDSOME DEVIL, coming to you very soon!
The opening scene from THE HANDSOME DEVIL (c) Fionn Jameson 2015
“Ooh! Oh! Ah, yes! Don’t stop… don’t stop!”
People say you can get used to anything.
But have they’ve ever had to hear their bosses doing the nasty for the third time in as many hours?
It’s been two years since I was hired and my face still turned red every time Mr. Abe and Aimi mashed their privates together.
I think I’ve been in a state of perpetual blush for the past six hundred days.
My desk sat ten meters away in another office, a heavy oak door between us (closed), but I still heard Hiroyuki Abe, the foreign marketing manager, and Aimi Tanaka, his secretary, screwing away on his mahogany desk.
No one else knew.
I was the only employee privy to their “meetings” and I kept my mouth shut. I couldn’t lose my job, and to be honest, I didn’t care what they did.
Except I wished earplugs at work would’ve been a godsend.
Too bad my job involved answering the phone, so wearing earplugs was just wishful thinking.
Why did I continue to work with such crazy sex rabbits? Easy. The pair were so busy fucking, they left me alone.
Other employees struggled to complete their tasks with impossible deadlines and to appease customers impossible to please. I worked at my own pace, without the terror and stress of having a supervisor looking over my shoulder.
Mostly because my supervisors were too busy fucking each other.
Working for Shokogan Publishing was a dream for many seeking to enter the publishing world, and most everyone here likened the company to Purgatory.
Once you traversed all the various levels of Hell (the tiny cubicles and computers constantly on the fritz), you can find Elysium, in the form of your own office with a view and your own secretary.
People would kill for that honor.
I didn’t have such ambitions. Others wandered the marble hallways dreaming of working with the next Haruki Murakami or Banana Yoshimoto.
Not me. I was just Rika Hasegawa, junior secretary, quiet and unassuming, carrying a tattered messenger bag stuffed with dogeared paperbacks.
I loved the written word.
If I had my way, I’d never pay for another book again.