Yesterday, I completed the eighth of twelve planned drafts of my novel Blood Cries. The achievement has made me a bit reflective about my life as a writer, and I wanted to mark the occasion by summarizing my progress thus far.
I've written maybe ten half-way decent short stories and published five of them in tiny literary journals, most of which are now defunct. I collected those five stories as well as two more and self-published them under the title Too Weird.
I've written two very silly novellas and roughly two hundred and fifty blog posts. Many of these posts were early chapters of a novel and many were chapters of two very silly novellas (a sic-fi and a romance parody respectively). Most of the others were very silly humor pieces such as reviews of books that don't exist and open letters to famous authors. Many of these short, silly pieces, as well as the two very silly novellas, were collected and self-published under the title There Are Sneetches in My Breeches.
I've written many drafts of an uncompleted novel, Dashboard Hula.
With my sister, Christiana, I've written several stories for children and self-published a few of them.
In 2012, I self-published a novel called The Reverend, which was loosely based on series of murders, and the subsequent trial that followed, that took place in the town in Alabama where I was born.
In 2015, I had an idea for a new novel based on the same events. Blood Cries is my second novel in the same way that To Kill a Mockingbird was Harper Lee's second novel: it's really just a complete revision of the first novel.
I consider everything written prior to this book to be my apprentice writing, and, I believe, the completion of Blood Cries represents a turning point in my development. Therefore, I have decided to shed the nom de plume of my apprenticeship and using my actual name going forward.
Henceforth the name Christamar, Christamar Varicella, and/or Christamar Verisella will be used on this blog and as a literary alter ego in my writing. My older work belongs to Christamar. My newer work, for better or for worse, belongs to me.