Sunday, November 02, 2008
I still get an excited stomach-flutter at the start of November. I can't help but feel giddy as I ponder questions like: Will this be the best novel I've ever written? And, secretly: Will this be the best novel ever written in the history of humankind?
Because it really could be.
Then the writing starts, and by the second sentence, two new questions have occurred to me. Namely: What am I doing? And: Could this be the worst novel ever written in the history of humankind?And you know what? It really could be.
I know exactly what he means. This could just be the worst novel ever written in the history of mankind. But you know what? I'm having fun! And I've written 4188 words so far! That means I'm up by more than 800 words. I can handle that, even if it is 4188 of the silliest words ever written.