Riding that flying sawblade of awesomeness

So when I was a kid, I used to have this daydream whenever we'd go on long drives.  I would stare out the window, and envision myself riding a flying sawblade that swept back and forth through the ditches, mowing down grass, power lines, fence posts, and so on.  It was awesome.

Then one day, it occurred to me that, if I was riding a spinning sawblade, I would be spinning too.  All this time, I'd been playing out the story as though I was facing straight ahead while the blade under me spun, ignoring the laws of physics.  I felt really stupid.

To recap:
Flying sawblade that I can ride on: Good
Ignoring the laws of physics: Bad

And that's exactly how it should be, especially with the oddities I read/write.  The audience is already giving you leeway with whatever weird premise you're telling them about.  They shouldn't have to swallow shoddy plot drivers so that you can 'guide' the story to the end.

I read a book once where the premise was that electricity and gunpowder stopped working one day.  Great concept, and I wanted to see what humanity would do.

Apparently, humanity would turn to cannibalism within weeks; while Renaissance Fair actors would take over the world because they know blacksmithing and how to make mead...I guess.

Seriously, that's what happened.

The guy who wrote that one had a clear goal: Turn Earth into Middle-Earth.  To that end, every person who had a medieval type hobby was automatically clearly better suited to survive.  And everyone else would just give up and eat other people.

This is my promise to you, my faithful  theoretical readers.  I will take my creations and put them in a jar, poke them with a stick, torment them like a malevolent god or small child with a magnifying glass over an ant hill, just to see what they'll do; but I will never make them act a certain way just to further my plot.  I would hate writing it more than anyone would hate reading it.

At the same time, I'm totally going to write a story about a guy that rides a flying sawblade...OF JUSTICE!

Just go with it.

Guess who didn't finish his books...

No, silly, not Stephen King.  Me!

OK, I'll level with all of you (ha ha 'all of you'), I got burned out on this.  The eight month gap between this post and my last one should make that pretty clear.  Plus my last post was set to the tune of 'Oops I Did It Again', so yeah, something was off there.

So what does that mean for my writing endeavors?  Have I given up?  Will Steve win Head Of Household?  Find out on Biiiiiig Brother!

Wait, scratch that last one.

No, I have not given up.  I've actually been pretty active-ish with my next two books.  Are they ready for publication, like I said in my Britney Spears parody?  Not if I want anyone to actually enjoy them.

And the sequel to Fractured: Arrivals is...resuming.

I spent the first half of 2015 dealing with a lot of stress on the day job front.  I'm not going to get into it, because that's not what we're here for.  We're here for the booze that I promised I would give out to anyone who read this.  Which you totally know I'm good for.

Without getting into too much details, I've found myself with a new day job, and life is much happier.

So, after being on the writing ropes, I'm back swinging...a pen...at paper...I guess.  That was a bad analogy.

When can we expect these to be available?  That is a fine question.  I'm researching through some other aspects of this business that, honestly, I should have done before publishing last time.  Once I have all of that straightened out, I'll know which path I'll be heading down.

Either way, it will be forward.