Well, i'm def not done at all, but i'm now officially working on the LAST CHAPTER of my novel. i can't fucking believe it. i've been working on this little bastard since first semester of my first year (August 2005). a few things i've accepted about it:
1. it's gonna be around 400 pages. there's just no way around it.
2. it's cooler and much more flawed than i thought it was gonna be.
3. once i'm done with this draft, i need to sit on it for a few weeks, and then revise the hell out of it.
4. and then, send it to lynn nesbit.
5. writing a novel is simultaneously the most natural thing i've ever done--far more natural for me than writing a short story which reminds me of someone trying to fit all of his clothes into a tiny suitcase--and by far, the most demanding and intense thing, artistically i've ever done.
6. writing a novel, even more than a collection of short stories, is the very definition and essence of h. bergson's theory of élan vital, no question about it.
7. this novel is gonna be fucking big man.
Now, i really need to take a shower and think about something else.
1. it's gonna be around 400 pages. there's just no way around it.
2. it's cooler and much more flawed than i thought it was gonna be.
3. once i'm done with this draft, i need to sit on it for a few weeks, and then revise the hell out of it.
4. and then, send it to lynn nesbit.
5. writing a novel is simultaneously the most natural thing i've ever done--far more natural for me than writing a short story which reminds me of someone trying to fit all of his clothes into a tiny suitcase--and by far, the most demanding and intense thing, artistically i've ever done.
6. writing a novel, even more than a collection of short stories, is the very definition and essence of h. bergson's theory of élan vital, no question about it.
7. this novel is gonna be fucking big man.
Now, i really need to take a shower and think about something else.