So I mentioned I'm jonesing to write some more about Stan and Gus. Only I'd like to do something longer this time, for publication.
A full-length Stan and Gus story -- the possibilites make my head spin. I don't dare let myself think about it, really. Not now, anyway, because first I have to finish the third book for Tor, and finish edits on Amaranth & Ash, and wrestle the sequel to Rust Belt into submission. (It's at that unruly, end-of-the-first-draft stage, where I ask myself "What in god's name I was thinking when I decided to do this?" and realize that, "This book will be the end of my career," and so on.) And then there's Vaudeville research to do and Smashwords to explore and, well, that's enough of that.
Do you ever wish you could just clone yourself off and do every fun thing you can think of?
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