Just me idly rambling about my novel I’m writing.
The novel I’m working on is a spiritual successor to The Martin and Arrival. It will be a really easy read, but present the audience with some thought provoking concepts. I’m writing the first draft of the novel right now and it’s changing pretty dramatically from the original scene summary I’m using as my guide. But the story is improving significantly. I’m quite pleased.
I’m giving myself until the end of the year to write the first draft, which I hope will be about 100,000 words.
My novel is moving along quite nicely. I’ve written about 3,000 words alone today and continue to feel inspired. The story addresses some pretty fundamental issues. If was Philip K. Dick I would just take speed and finish a first draft within three days. But, alas, I’m not a speed freak, so it’s going to take considerably longer.
I might finish a private first draft in, say, six months if I really push at it and am faithful.
I feel like I’m in a relationship. I feel like I’m dating a really fun, really attractive woman. She’s age appropriate, is cool and carries me home after I get wasted.
Anyway, writing a novel is quite solitary.
This book could easily be turned into a movie, though. It’s really interesting.