Saturday, October 18, 2014

A Novel Confession

Now Playing: SKYRIM by Jeremy Soule
Just Read: THE PROMETHEUS DECEPTION by Robert Ludlum--Not my favorite book of his. It seemed a bit more harried and chaotic than his usual plots, and the writing wasn't as strong. 
Reading Now: THE CLOCKWORK DAGGER by Beth Cato

It is with profound guilt that I make a confession: Last November I was a part of NaNoWriMo and completed over 50,000 words of a new novel . . . and I STILL haven't finished it. 

In fact, I haven't touched it since February. I think I ran out of gas on December First of last year--I knew and still know how the book is going to progress and how the climax will end, but I could no longer sit down and tackle it. Instead I moved on to other short stories and novellas that had taken a back seat to the novel project, and left the novel to collect figurative dust. 

The worst part is that I really like the story! I opened it today for the first time in forever and read the first two pages . . . and I was hooked! But still the prospect of rereading it (it's like 57,000 words, and I wrote it in a flurry, so I don't think I could pick up where I left off with much success) and finishing it is daunting. 

It's been almost a year since I started that novel, and though I've had a great writing year, accomplished a lot both in writing and life, and stayed true to my Write1Sub1 goals, I wish wish wish I had been able to finish that book. One of these days, I'll have some time to dive into it, and I know I'll get the spark again, but until then, the layer of figurative dust grows.

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