by Shelt Garner
I’m looking forward to getting back to work on the novel’s outline tomorrow afternoon. I’m going to start reading a lot again, as well. I have so much reading to do.
But, in general, as of right now, things are going well overall. I just have to keep believing in myself. No one believes in me. No one cares. I’m just an anonymous nobody in the middle of nowhere with a dream at this point.
The overall conceit of the novel is extremely compelling. The reason why it’s taken me two years to get to this point is, well, I’ve had to develop my storytelling ability. I just went into this pretty clueless.
If I had done what everyone suggested at the time, which is “just write” I would have failed. I would have gotten bogged down in rewriting everything a zillian times. With the development method I’m using now, I can do a lot of changes to the novel very easily and very quickly without having to write 30,000 useless words to discover that.
Anyway, that whole “just write” advice still bugs the fuck out of me. It’s even more annoying that it came from people who claimed to “know me better than I knew myself.”