by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I’ve been spinning my wheels for some time now when it comes to this novel. I know what some of the problem is — my storytelling ability keeps improving and that forces a recalibration. This, in turn, forces me to throw everything out to take into account how I now know how to tell a story better.
Things are going really well at the moment but for one thing — the outline is just way too fucking long. I have an embarrassing high number of scenes for my first act. I was hoping that this would be my second draft of the novel, but it’s starting to looking it’s going to be a real, honest to God first draft after I finished a quasi-first draft a few months ago.
I’m so fucking frustrated with this state of things that for a few hours today I seriously thought about shelving these novels and working on a really good global climate change themed novel concept I have. I have thought about doing it as a screenplay, but, lulz, I’m 39 And Holding, etc, etc, etc.
I’m still very interested in writing a screenplay, but I also think a screenplay would be something I would be more interested in AFTER I’ve sold at least one novel.
I hate being so old.
Anyway, I definitely feel the existential clock ticking. I’ve got to put up or shut up. If I don’t get something done, I’m going to drop dead without ever having produced anything of note other than a failed zine for expats in Seoul.
Sigh.
