Ever since I let people know that I was going to self-publish a collection of Blaise Maximillian stories, I’ve been spending many nights staying up far too long writing. And I’m bloody loving it. Blaise is my kind of anti-hero, which is one reason why I’m enjoying it, but also because I’m able to do some more world building, to show just how different the Britain of the Bitter Defeat universe is from ours.
You may or may not remember that I said I was going to publish a collection a couple of years ago. In it I said that I was hoping I could get 35,000 words from existing stories, and new stories that I had written especially for the anthology. Well, good news dear reader, the book is currently standing at 48,000. This equates to a 129 page paperback (I will be looking in to see how to get this onto CreateSpace as well), and I’m hoping that I can a few more pages added to it by the end of the editing phase.
Funnily, that’s where I differ from a lot of authors. There’s a saying about editing which is basically, ‘cut as many words as you can’. However, my initial stories are nearly always bare bones. When I edit, I start to sculpt the story around those bones, with the result that I normally add many more words. The fact that this collection is currently around 48,000 words is proof of that, as a number of the stories were written as flash fiction on my iPod as I walked to and from work.
Currently, the table of contents looks like this;
Baptism of Fire – Written for this book.
Getting Stuck In – Written for this book.
Gas! Gas! Gas! – Written for this book.
Angriffsoldaten – Written for this book.
Barrelling Along – Written for this book.
Knights of New – Written for this book.
No More Running – Written for this book.
The Orphan Robber
Perfume, the Scent of Love
The German Captain
An Essay on Striking and Being Struck
Jam Roly Poly and Lead. Spiffing.
No Good Story Stars with a Salad – Written for this book.
A Fine Cut of Cloth – Written for this book.
A Meal Ruined. Again.