by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Oh boy. Today has been a bad day for the novels. It has finally begun to sink in that I’m probably not going to finish the first draft of the first novel by the end of the holidays. It’s just not going to happen.
In fact, today it has hit me how massive developing and writing four novels at the same time is and how I’m going to have to take this all a lot more seriously if I’m going to finish it before I drop dead.
As such, I think I’m going to recalibrate in my mind my expectations. I would guess I have as much as two more years ahead of me the way things are going. And it’s all worth it because, lulz, what else am I going to do? I suppose this is the point where those few people who are paying attention say something like, “Just write a short story.”
These people are idiots and can fuck off.
The reason is — I have a huge ego and I’ve done a very good job of improving my storytelling ability. It’s just I was kind of drifting the last few weeks and I just woke up from a trance of sorts in the sense that I realized that the clock in my head whereby I finish the first novel’s first draft by, say, Christmas was wildly off kilter.
But I’m going to come back strong. I’m going to focus on reading the next few days, I think, then get back to developing and writing. I’ve just been stopped cold for the moment as I contemplate how to work smarter, not harder.
