Well.  I want to spent more time writing, so I just took a temporary leave of absence from a forum I love and where, unless I'm overstating the case, I'm accepted and actually appreciated.

I hope I'll actually get some work done, and it will be worth it.

In reading-related news, I just started "Poodle Springs," the Chandler novel that was finished by another guy.

I'm also working on an A. A. Fair novel.  Actually Erle Stanley Gardner in disguise.  But these mysteries are a lot better than his other novels, in my opinion.  The detective is a shrimpy guy -- not a brawn-detective, but he's extremely clever.  The other detective is a heavy, tough older lady named Bertha.  They're both great characters. 

I am writing a science fiction mystery novel right now.  I hope to have the best of my science fiction and the best of detective fiction.

Of course, one always hopes for the best from one's novel.  And feels sad if one falls short.

Wait.  Start over.   Those 'ones' are getting too many.

Let's see.  What do I actually want to say here?

I wish I could finish my book faster.  Just to be sure I do finish it.  I have a lot of things lined up to write, and finish, and edit.  I don't want to let it fall behind.

But if I rush it... well, that might spoil the quality.

I just want to write the best book I can, and stay faithful to it.  I don't want to doubt it and do the angst-filled writer bit.  I want confidence in my work, darn it!

This concludes the disjoined musings of my first blog entry here.

~Allonsy~