Following the theme of finishing my novel, I went back and read what I’d written so far, before I got sick last year and had to set novel writing aside. Though I finally made my way back to short fiction, I was reluctant to delve back into my novel for quite some time. It’s been sitting around on my hard drive, collecting figurative electronic dust.
But I signed up for a writing workshop. Despite my public announcement about being workshopped out, I figured the most expedient way for me to get back onto the novel-writing-horse was to put myself into a structured situation, one that would focus on novel-writing, one that would hold me accountable. I have a wonderful writing friend/partner who has kept me going through good and bad times, but at this point, a workshop is what’s going to get me really focused on the novel itself.
So, in preparation for the class commencement, I flipped through what I’d written of my novel thus far.
As a writer, it’s hard for me to get distance from my writing–but in this case, distance is all I’ve had. The novel’s been sitting fallow for nearly a year and a half, and so I looked at it with a very clear and cold eye.
Ugh. I was not impressed. Compared to my novella-in-progress, my novel is paltry and underdeveloped, and the writing is not so good. I flinch while I read big chunks of it.
The idea of the novel still appeals to me, and so it drives me forward. I am tempted to work on my novella for this workshop, and not my novel…but I am determined to give the novel a fair shot. And I swear, I know I said I would never start the novel over, but I just may start over…AGAIN.
The good news is–my writing partner/friend has signed up for the workshop too.
Time for me to face the novel writing music.