Writing Stuff

          I'm working on a lot right now. As it stands the rest of my year is booked with projects. Right now I'm torn on whether or not to self publish the novel I wrote last summer (and finished early this year). I've sent it to agencies in hopes I can get representation for it to go to a publishing house; however, with that said, I have an inkling I should do it solo until I can find it a good home. Still thinking on it. At this point one of the things pulling me away from doing it is nobody is really reading my self published work. But on the flipside I've released collections and a play but no actual self released novel, so who knows?

          I'm working on several things for Supposed Crimes. One of which I had a snag early on. A silly writer snag, some of you will know what I mean. I had a conversation between two people I originally intended to take place in the car. Well, as I'm writing the chapter it kind of flowed into a large office with lots of people. It didn't feel right. It was still the two characters talking and everyone else there didn't need to be there. The dialogue was what I wanted. Just a small scene. But the setting wasn't working. I moved on and wrote the next piece but that little hiccup was bugging me. I rewrote the scene with just the two of them in a smaller office, they passed through the larger office and continued it in the car. No additives necessary. It just strikes me funny how one tiny thing like that can throw you off. Now it's back on track and flowing pretty well.
          You can definitely feel a difference in your work ethic when there's something you feel like you just have to do and something that sounds cool. Among the projects I'm kicking around for the publisher of my books Gun Control for Polar Bears, Reflections at Various Speeds, and Last Rites of the Capacitance, I have some more science fiction and even an anthology. Two of the scifi books have ideas that I love and think they're really cool, but as I worked on things and thought about the two of them, I questioned whether or not I could make full lengths out of them. It was bothering me for a bit but it seemed like within an hour of fixing my previous issue it came to me: write them to their completion and put them in the anthology. Solutions are infectious. I felt relieved and stop worrying about the two books on my docket.

          But that collection is a little ways off. Writing many things at once, I was getting deeper into everything and it was becoming more and more time consuming and stressful with each project fighting for time. One became the sole focus and the rest fell into line. Beyond the novel I have awaiting release, and books that I hope Supposed Crimes will publish, I'm also kicking around some other things that I will probably try to find homes for in other indie publishers.
          I explained it to a friend recently that every time I write something it's like working out. Like I'm getting stronger with each different thing. I'm learning more and more. When I get something done, I'm proud of it, but then I look back some time later with new knowledge with the thoughts of what I would do with it now.

          So that's all I got right now. Hoping to get some new stuff out soon. Also, I'm really hoping to get some readings of Doomsday Think Tank going.

New review

https://www.lavendermagazine.com/featured-home-page/books-601/



From E.B. Boatner at Lavender Magazine

Last Rites of the Capacitance
Christopher Michael Carter
Supposed Crimes LLC
$8.99 e-book/Kindle; $17.99 paperback

Space adventures usually start with a spectrum of crew members, who meet their various fates along the way. Carter opens with a ship already well lost in space, the sole survivor black, lesbian Dr. Angelique Puck. The rest of the crew, met through flashbacks, are dead weight, now wrapped frozen in the hold. They had flown on a medical mission, following up on Angelique’s previous discoveries, seeking a cure for Rabid Neural Stasis, a vampire-like disease ravaging Earth. Her parents were among its victims, and she, in her own fashion, was affected, dumped in space by her Earthbound girlfriend for her single-mindedness. Can she alone save the Capacitance? What killed the rest of the crew? Carter skates on the rim of believability, but pulls it off.