Sherri Cornelius

I know I’ve been a little scarce around here, but the good news is that very few people are coming on purpose to look for new content. Whew. The bad news is that I’ve been oh so lazy in showing my gratitude for good things which have come my way in the past little while. I have the best budz on the webz, and I think I’m a little spoiled because not everybody could possibly be this lucky.

Case in point:

Yellowcat sent me this t-shirt as a prize for her little movie-lines contest. Now I have the only t-shirt from Bubba’s in Oklahoma, it’s safe to assume, and I wear it with pride. (Yes, I know it’s backwards. Too lazy to flip it.) Thanks, Holly!

And another confirmation my blog friends are indeed flesh-and-bone people:

I helped Ian on three of these books. I was a beta on Mustang Sally and Troubleshooters (my fave) and helped him in the Amazon book contest process on Deep Six, and though I didn’t work on The Archmage, he knew I’d like to have a complete set. He threw The Archmage in for kicks. These will be worth something someday, guaranteed. They’re signed and everything. A very sweet thing to do. Thanks, Ian!

And these aren’t the only things I’ve received from you guys. I’ve gotten snail mail from several of you, and books, and cds, and I just love getting these little pieces of my Internet friends. So now I’m thinking maybe I should have a contest and give something from my world as the prize. I’m going to really have to think about what it could be.I write, of course, and I can sketch, sort of. I don’t work, so no t-shirts. I have a daughter who makes her own greeting cards and a son who draws the coolest action scenes ever. I have several writing books I could pass along. Have I mentioned anything on the blog that made you say, “If only I had one of those”?

And what could the contest be? Oh dear.

[Reading over this, it seems like all these paragraphs should be in a different order, but I don't care enough to change it. Read them in any order you like.]

Maybe it’s a good thing I haven’t snagged a publisher yet. It’s an accepted fact that publishing is changing in ways we can’t foresee. It’s possible that when the dust settles the Kindle will be law and physical books will be a novelty item. Of course the dust may not settle for years, maybe decades. We are in transition, for sure.

I don’t want to wait till the dust settles completely, but I would like to debut in a more stable marketplace than we have now. My goal for a long time has been to sign with one of the big sff publishers, like Tor (whose parent MacMillan just had a tussle with Amazon), DAW, Baen, etc. in book form, with electronic publishing secondary. I think this is still a viable goal, but in a few years it may be the other way around. Some of these little eBook publishers like Damnation Books/Eternal Press may emerge as the brass ring eventually.

But really, there’s no reason for me to speculate because I can’t control how or when I get published. All I can control is the book I’m writing right now and let the rest take care of itself.

Don’t know if any of you noticed, but I haven’t been interacting online much. I’m bored with all my usual things, i.e. Twitter, Facebook, and blogging, plus there has been an unusual development in my psyche, whereby the need/desire to write outweighs the distraction factor of the Internet. I’m still keeping up with what everybody’s doing, but it’s more out of habit. Probably twenty times in the past few days, I’ve typed out a whole comment and decided not to share, because I didn’t want to be distracted by the ensuing discussion. What an antisocial a-hole I am!

Nah, not antisocial. I find myself wanting to email people instead of commenting with a mass of other people. I’m tired of the Internet with its constant barrage of other people’s opinions. I’d rather be discussing things with folks one-on-one. This blog is a comfortable space for me, with a small circle of commentators, but then I’m forcing y’all to come here, and that’s not fair.

Besides, I’m getting tired of the whole blogging scene. I’ve added very few new blogs in the past two years to replace the ones that folded, and my circle is shrinking. I’m in a rut. A rut I’ve seen before, no doubt, but a rut nonetheless. Anybody know what the next big thing is going to be? Because I’m ready to jump on it.

I’m not hiding and I’m not mad and nothing bad is going on in my life. I’m happy to get emails and comments and tweets from you, and I’m sure this isn’t my final post. I’ll still be around on Facebook, too, but I might stop announcing what I had for breakfast. Just slowing down on the info overload.

I’m not beating myself up over my blogging style. Really. It’s fine. It just looks so easy when other people write articles instead of rambling, so I think, I can do that!

The attitude came from my upbringing, of course. If something needed to be done, Mom did it. Fixing cars, chopping wood, raising gamecocks–Mom just jumped right in and made it happen. She taught herself how to make bumper stickers, to silk-screen t-shirts, to write, to reload shotgun shells for her husband, to cast sinkers on the kitchen stove, and so much more. Whatever she learned, so did I. She said to me over and over, “Well, you could do that. Doesn’t ______ sound like fun?”

So I have the idea that I could do anything. I’ve only recently learned that while I could do almost anything, I’m not actually suited to all those things I’ve tried. Like choreographing a high school show choir. Or writing confession stories. Or being a housewife. Or selling things on Amazon.com.

So the thing is, I have to try things out to see if they suit me. Otherwise, how will I know? You know?

This post went in a completely different direction than I planned. Which is my style, and I embrace it!