by Shelt Garner
After a number of years, I’ve finally — finally — reached my high expectations for the novel I’m working on. Every once in a while I do a major reset of the whole thing and this go around I really feel I’ve gotten where I have longed to be for so long.
But this is just the beginning.
I have a huge amount of work ahead of me. I have a lot of reading to do to flesh out characters and it just takes physical time to write a novel. But, thankfully, the structure of the novel is stable enough that pretty much all I have to do is “just write” as people suggested I do when I started this process.
As is usually the case with me, I did everything wrong of course. I should have just been silent and kept writing a novel to myself. But since I’m 100% extroverted I couldn’t help myself.
Yet, I can’t go back now. I just need to buckle down and get this first draft done.