It's been a bit quiet on the author front lately. So what am I up to?
So yeah. Basically that. My office even looks like a dank cave filled with bizarre contraptions and a bust of... Paracelsus? Shakespeare? I dunno who that is.
I'm actually working on two projects. Many people ask me about the sequel to the Humming Blade, and it really is cooking. I can promise you that for every part of THB that was familiar, the follow-up will be infinitely less so; it's a heavier, darker tale, which is actually a bit of a challenge, all things considered. But a lot happened in the first part of the story, most of which was bad. Bad things have ramifications. So I guess, if I were to give it a working title, it'd be just that: Ramifications.
I'm working on another story. It's a different story, but one that I've been wanting to tell for a long time. It's also a lot harder to tell than The Humming Blade was. I think it's harder for me because it's so different, narratively-speaking, than what I've written in the past. But that's good, because it's pushing me to be a better writer, and that alone is incredibly valuable to me.
I like things that are familiar. But I also like to use that to my advantage, which is why The Humming Blade (spoilers, kind of?) ends the way it does: uncertainly. I'd say that this side-project of mine, which is still tentatively titled In the Grasp of His Mechanical Hand, is an entire book around that idea: uncertainty. Mystery. A world of truth buried deep beneath layer after layer of something else, something that could perhaps pass for truth, but ultimately rings hollow.
Wow, that was deep. Whatever. Point is, I'm still alive, you can expect more books from me, probably until I die, and depending on how famous I get, maybe even after that. So have no fear: the next book is on its way.