I started writing a new book about mid February. I thought that I really liked the concept, and I thought it gave me a tonne of room to flex creative muscles and to pad out a world.
I wrote for about three hours, then realized that I had found the natural conclusion.
Three hours doesn’t sound like a long time, not even to me. The amount of time I placed into the book does not illustrate any sort of urgency to get something new out, and I know that if I pushed harder, I could write something fantastic. That doesn’t change my feeling that I should scrap it and move on.
Only 5000-ish words in and I could finish it. That’s sad. My last book was over 100,000 words. My goal this time was to break 200,000 words.
The concept was fun, yet horrible (in my usual fashion). It is about a guy who thinks he is invincible, and a reporter detecting various events in his life trying to either prove or disprove his feelings. I wrote up two different events, then realized that I was kind of done.
On that note, it’s very much a first draft. I expect that I could make it 6000 words. Going any further with the story how it is will feel like I’m just wasting your time. I might keep it in a folder and write a couple of more stories. Kind of make it like I did You’re Not Dead. I’ll keep everyone posted.
Side note: My wife and I started watching “Imposters” on Netflix. It’s very good, highly recommended if you are into con stuff in the same vain as the Ocean’s 11 remake. It has it’s moments of melodrama, but they don’t detract from the overall enjoyment.
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