What the hell is going on? Why is this book taking so long? Yeah, I don’t know. Life keeps getting in the way. You get stuck on something small, and it snowballs into something much bigger. Except that it’s still small, compared to everything else going on in your life.
Writing a novel is difficult. It’s the most difficult thing I’ve ever attempted. And now I want to complete it just for the bragging rights. It doesn’t even have to be good. It doesn’t have to be read by anyone but my wife. As long as I get it done, then I can relax and move on to the next thing. The next thing that life has in store. This book was supposed to take me a couple of months. A year, tops. Now, I’ve been working on this for an embarrassingly long time. I told my friends and family about it years ago, hoping that would shame me into working harder on it, and getting it done quicker. Now I’m just hoping that they forgot about it, and don’t ask me, “Hey, how’s the book coming along?”
It’s not, by the way. Well, actually, by some author’s standards it’s going amazingly well. I have over 100,000 words written, some of which is even pretty good. But I don’t know if I’m almost done, or just cresting the hill of the half-way point. How do you tell? How should I know? I’ve never done this before.
Maybe I’ll just start posting the chapters here and see if I get any feedback from the internets. What could go wrong with that plan?