Novels come, novels go…ish

29 Apr

I feel like Sisyphus.  The boulder goes up, and the boulder comes down.  Ad nauseum et infinitum.  I’m speaking, of course, about writing a novel.

This current project is one that I’ve had kicking around in my head for over two years.  It has been fermenting in there, sealed against contaminants, waiting to mature into something worthy of consumption.  I think it’s close.  But getting the damn cask unplugged has proved…difficult.  With any luck in the next month I’ll be able to pound through the last 1/3 of the manuscript so that I can get down to the real work of sculpting the inane gibberish into something momma Berlin would be proud of.  Something she wouldn’t set on fire out of spite.  Maybe if I hide the matches first.


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