With Jesus Killed My Church finally getting to hard copy, I am allowing myself to think about the next book.
Books are not like adoptions or tattoos, where most of the thought goes into the first one, and after that you jump on board more easily. Maybe because with adoptions or tattoos you’re not tempted to make the next one better – you appreciate it’s uniqueness rather than compare.
I actually started something about halfway through the production of JKMC but have shelved it, not convinced it was fully a book. There’s nothing more painful – for writer or reader – than a 50 page idea extrapolated to 200 pages.
The scariest idea (tough to admit, because I have a weird tendency to run toward scary instead of away) is a fiction project, either a full on novel or a series of short stories.
It’s hard to think about… I haven’t written fiction since High School, and back that, it was probably something that wasn’t supposed to be fiction when I wrote it. Additionally, I don’t know if people read fiction. I know I rarely do.
So that’s what is on my brain. I’m not sure if the next project will be fiction, a series of essays, or what not, but I do know I want to start soon. Finishing is so much fun I don’t want to wait this long again.