I’m not going to pretend that I’m a total failure. I do have a book coming out. But as a novelist….that’s another story.
I’ve written so many failed scenes in the last year. Literally hundreds. I manufacture cliches like I’m a toymaker for Walmart. I write terrible plotlines. My arcs break. My characters are stupid. My imagery isn’t imaginable.
I’ve decided that sitting down to write a novel is a little like being that admiral who has to go tell Darth Vader that The Empire just lost the Millenium Falcon again. I know what’s going to happen. Darth’s gonna to do that finger trick and I’m gonna start choking. If I’m lucky, I won’t die.
And all I want to do is write a novel equal to Toni Morrison’s and William Faulkner’s best. Is that too much to ask? I don’t think so.
But somehow I haven’t been able to do it yet.
Adriann Ranta just sent me a link to Nathan Bransford’s blog on writing and the writing world (he’s a writer and an agent), and I’ve been reading through the material. And there are a lot of funny posts. Informative too. Check out this one on novel writing: