I haven’t been updating for a while because I can finally see daylight at the end of the long and terrifying novel tunnel. I’ll put a bullet in the head of the third Sandman Slim, ALOHA FROM HELL, by the end of the month.
Writing a book is all about finishing the thing. Just get to the end. You can fix the shitty parts later. But doubts bubble up along the way and you‘ll want to quit. That happens to me with every novel I’ve ever written. I look at it and wonder, “Who wants this crap? Why did I agree to do it? Am I even writing in English anymore?”
Remember the Little Engine Who Could? Writing a book is kind of like him, only instead of going up a hill you’re pounding you’re head against the bulkhead of an aircraft carrier trying to get out the other side.
“I think I can. Ouch. I think I can. Goddamit. I think I can. Fuck. I think I can. There’s nothing good on. I might as well keep typing.”
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We think you can, too. :)
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read it, if that helps.
ReplyDeleteWell when you're done the drinks are on me motherfucker :)
ReplyDeleteI can answer the first question: I WANT IT, and so does everyone else I know who read Sandman Slim. One can only reread the first two books so many times before it gets a little embarrassing - I have parts of them memorized.
ReplyDeleteI KNOW you can! Hang in there.
ReplyDeletethat rebel, Olivia