I know it has been a while since I posted about anything regarding Small Hearts, but today I made a lot of progress with the book. In the past, my stories have either been horror/action, or drama; nothing in-between. Small Hearts is a the hardest novel I have ever wrote. Not from having a lack of ideas, but rather the state of mind I need to be in when I go in deep with the novel.
I have already gone on record stating the basic premise of the book, but it turns out I do have a heart in spite of what some may, or may not have said in the past. It is probably the father in me that is making this book hard as hell to write. So in light of that, I decided to start at the end to get the consistent tearing up from writing this out of the way. It also turns out that I have taken way to many pain killers from my migraines because my version of limbo is a bit out there visually, sort of speak.
I think I may go back to making some YouTube videos as a diary while I write this. I find that I get more pumped to write it as I talk about it. Not from a spoiler point of view, but the emotional toll that I have with it.
Also, I think I am going to try the more traditional publishing route at first. I am a inpatient person, but to rush this out after it has been edited and having a cover created may be reckless of me. Not to toot my own horn, but I think this story deserves an audience that consists of more than a hundred or so people. I write for others to read my work, not to stroke my ego. If I can't reach the most people possible than what is the point other than to point to my bookshelf just to say I wrote a book?