Right now, my Kindle is loaded up with my brother’s latest masterpiece. It is his second completed novel (that I’ve seen at least), and promises to be a fascinating read.
It is a labor of love. A work of art that took him years to complete.
I am in awe of him. Of his vision, his determination, and his sheer talent.
But my brother and I, we are two very different people. I can’t even conceive of committing to a project that I knew would take me years to complete. I prefer, well, more instant gratification. I’m a blogger, after all. I spend an hour (two at the most) crafting a post and send it blinking off into ether. I expect to start getting feedback (in the form of comments) within hours.
But that’s not how novel writing works. Novel writing requires lots of thought. Hundreds and hundreds of hours of work. And absolutely no short-term gratification (other than your growing word count and the characters taking shape in your head).
More than a few people have told me that there’s no short cut.
I think they’re wrong. That’s why I’m doing National Novel Writing Month again this year. I may not have a completed book at the end, but I will have 50,000 words written (I will, dagnamit!). Which, as far as I’m concerned, gets me pretty far down the path – far enough that I might actually be able to see it through until the end.
Will I ever catch up to my brother? Probably not.
But that’s okay.
It’s enough to know tat at the end of the month, one of the many stories that live in my head will be down on paper – or at least computer screen. And how many people can say that?
Posting might continue to be light around here. Or not. We’ll see how kind the Muse is to me. Wish me luck!