Things are totally and completely different for this new release.
Originally it was a document called "Fun West" on my old green PC and I was rushing to finish it in time to submit it to Amber Quill's "How the West Was Fun" anthology call. Those submissions were due August of 2010 and a family vacation caused me to miss the deadline.
Annoyed with myself, and certain cousins, and certain bars, I tossed "Fun West" into a folder and largely forgot about it. "The Promise of Silk" my first published book, came out in August of 2011. The high from that did drive me to pull "Fun West" out of the folder it had languished in for years, and I wrote three or four more chapters of it. That's when the character of Clarence showed up, and the excitement of his creation carried the book through a lot of edits, but did not bring it all the way to an ending. I gave up on it again, and published "Cherry Dreams" and "In Varying States of Disgrace".
But erotica sucked me back in. I churned out a lot of half drafts, letting the muse make me hop between projects and working up a bunch of documents that wound up in the same folder as "The Western". Beginnings and climaxes laying around in a way that didn't demand completion as much as passive aggressively nag about it.
"Oh no. You go do laundry. I'll just wait here without a resolution. It's fine.".
"I mean. You could write me a better comeback in this argument and move on to the making up scene, but you just seem so busy watching 30 Rock and drinking wine, so whatever.".
"I know you're job hunting, but I just don't think that this long description of a sexual position is realistic. Or interesting. Or well paced. What'chya gonna do about it?"
Finally, "January Thaw" and "The Out Of Towner" broke out of the folder, caught my attention and found themselves edited and packed off for submission.
I continued to tinker with The Western, and suddenly, in January, the damn thing was done. I set it aside, back in it's folder, just in case I was wrong and started tinkering with other things before coming back to it and realizing that it was actually, finally, fucking done. I hesitantly started editing, poking and prodding and adjusting, to find that, instead of the partial thing it had been for five years, I was now polishing a whole, rather than trying to make parts hold together and it could stand up to tearing and patching, rewriting and glueing back together.
But it still didn't have a title. Everything I have ever written has either had at least a working title before it had a first chapter, and a final title before it was even a third done, but this weird outlier- The Western- had refused until the very end. The last line showed up in one of the edits, and the title fell out. I caught it and slapped it onto the top of the manuscript before it got away and finally- FUCKING FINALLY- "We Wander Far From Home" was done.
It's journeyed from that old green PC to the new Macbook, between folders labeled "Abandoned Projects", "Old Drafts", and "Long Term Projects" to the "Completed Manuscripts" folder and in a few days is going to join the expanding "Published Works Folder".
And stay there.