I Am Writing a Novel
Sometimes I feel like this novel is sucking the life out of me. Can I ever finish it or will it be one of those never-ending projects that is talked about with pity upon the author's death?
I have 200,000 words and 2 parts. I've planned for a 3rd part that I have yet to start. The story has become very convoluted by this point. That was always the intent, but now that I'm tasked with wrapping it all up, I wonder if I've bitten off more than I can chew.
The story is Kafkaesque; it concerns two college-aged friends who find themselves unwittingly involved up in an increasingly inscrutable conspiracy. I think about the novel all the time--I'm constantly planning and reworking and I don't even know whom I'm writing this for. I've only shared it with one friend who helps me edit it.
Oh well. Back to work 😩
I have 200,000 words and 2 parts. I've planned for a 3rd part that I have yet to start. The story has become very convoluted by this point. That was always the intent, but now that I'm tasked with wrapping it all up, I wonder if I've bitten off more than I can chew.
The story is Kafkaesque; it concerns two college-aged friends who find themselves unwittingly involved up in an increasingly inscrutable conspiracy. I think about the novel all the time--I'm constantly planning and reworking and I don't even know whom I'm writing this for. I've only shared it with one friend who helps me edit it.
Oh well. Back to work 😩
