As mentioned over on my LJ, my next project — Fathom — will involve a little bit of recycled material from an older manuscript. When all is said and done, I’ll probably save about ten or fifteen thousand words from it, but right now I’ve successfully lifted about half that. With that old material plus a few thousand new words, the present draft stands thusly (the 100,000 word target is just a guestimation):
I’d like to crack 15,000 words before I leave for Kentucky on Tuesday (for my brother’s graduation), but that will depend on the freelance load and a number of other factors. We’ll see.
One of those other factors is supremely silly, I’m afraid. It’s like this: in the wake of a passing joke the other day, I envisioned a story called “Ninja Planet.” But once the laughing had stopped and the wackiness had long-since passed … I was left with the seeds of something that would actually make a really great young adult novel. It’d be semi-comic science-fiction, which is something I’ve never done before; but if you’re not going to push your own boundaries, why bother doing anything?
I keep thinking that maybe, if I get off my duff and cough up a proper proposal for it, the idea will leave me alone and let me get back to Fathom. Rationally, I know I’m just kidding myself. But irrationally, the story would be a hell of a lot of fun.