Tuesday, September 5, 2017

C'est la vie ... by RM Greenaway

BUSINESS: Do you have a literary executor named in your will? What would you like (or loathe!) to have happen to your work when you've shuffled off this mortal coil?

A good question. I hope I live a good long while, but in the off chance that I don't, it would be good to have this problem worked out in advance, now that I've gone and created this monster: a published series. These monsters (also sometimes known as assets) go crashing along on their own, but need their creators there with them. I can't imagine what mine will do in this world without my company. What a sad thought!

But it's a thought that must be confronted. Until this good question was asked, I actually didn't know there was such a thing as a literary executor. Now I do, and have researched it a bit, and it seems that if you have a literary agent, that is the best person/firm to entrust with such legalities -- so that is what I will do.

That's the easy part of this question. The other part is, what happens to my unfinished series left hanging, all my protagonists and antagonists having skidded to the edge of the cliff and just kind of  left suspended there, mid-grapple, not knowing what will happen next.

I guess it's just like life itself: c'est la vie. I write a series, with a backstory running through it. Would it be a good idea to write up a neat series summary, for anybody who wants to know what happens -- or would have happened if I hadn't popped my clogs without warning? Not really, as I don't know what the end result will be myself, not a hundred percent, not yet. Probably best to take it with me. 

The better scenario is I wrap it all up before then, get my final copy edits in, and leave this mortal coil knowing that my monster is living peacefully in the clouds of somebody else's imagination.
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Aside from all that, what a year though. What a month, what a day. They're talking about war on the TV tonight. At times like this, I have my doubts -- writing fiction while the balance of existence seems to be tipping? It feels, at best ... off kilter. But reading and writing have always been a comfort to me, so I'll just carry on, and hope in the end it makes some kind of sense. 

It's late, something heavy just tumbled down my roof, and I don't know what it was. I'm hoping it's a harmless burned out meteor, not an intruder. Also, I'm faced with proofreading the galleys of Book III over the next few days, which is not the kind of reading/writing I find comforting, as I'm never happy with my own work when it's past the point of no return. For no good reason I have left a picture of Mars which popped up on my newsfeed today. Now I'm off to bed to read somebody else's monster.

I hope your reading and writing bring you comfort too. Stay safe!



Paul D. Marks said...

Well, RM, let's hope the world doesn't end till you wrap up your series so there won't be any loose ends and we'll all know how it comes out :-) . And hopefully that noise that went bump in the night wasn't an intruder, just aliens from outer space looking for a place to land.

Unknown said...

Not an alien. I think it must have been a winged horse that then took off. I wish I got a picture.

Unknown said...

Update: I just learned a meteor crashed to earth not so far from where I live last night - that was the huge thump I heard. Now wouldn't that have been ironic if it landed on me as I was writing a blog about my early demise?? Happy to report that it didn't.

Paul D. Marks said...

I wonder if there were alines on the meteor? Did you ever see the 1950s classic sci-fi Invaders from Mars. Something crashes into the characters' backyard and they get more than they bargained for...

Unknown said...

I'll definitely keep my eye out for strange individuals. Oh wait, this is Nelson...