The blog post that became a short story that became a novella that is almost a novel was an intense writing experience today. I had to write a scene that I’ve been dreading, that I know will have to be rewritten at least once, to get the tone and emotional punch exactly right.
This was an emotionally exhausting day, the most intense one I’ve had in a long, long time. It feels good, but now my Impostor Syndrome is cranked up to maximum, because I had to draw on some intense memories, real and imagined, to get this done today.
I’ve always felt like this would wrap up between 50K and 60K words. I think I’m still on pace to wrap up by 60K, and there’s a good chance that I’ll have a first draft finished this week.
jozsef:
Imposter indeed. Your writing that I've seen has a magical,
compelling quality that's very special, to say the least, and that
YouTube piece about Shatner having been less than gracious is a masterpiece of wit, timing and nuance. I could go on but my conclusion is that you're the real deal, someone genuinely to be looked up to and be inspired by. Remember that I have no reason to dish out fabricated praise just to "be nice." For all anyone knows, being nice might be something I endure with great reluctance and only when the occasion absolutely demands it.