Two hours to go. Like last time, I have the barest sense of what I want to to, a beginning that has nothing to do with the rest of the plot (i.e. I don’t really know what to do in the beginning of the plot). Like last time, I have half my mind on another thing, in this case a rather long story on Vampire Rose for Fantasybits.
Last year… seems both like I was at this point in time just a week ago, and then like it was a hundred years ago. Last time I was in it for the fun, the sheer insanity of it all. This year I think I have something to prove. Prove to myself that I can actually write a semi-serious novel.
Prove to myself that this novel can be about Savant (something which I have carefully avoided until now — Tale of a Thousand Savants is, at best, an action/ comedy side-story that got carried away with itself).
Prove to myself that, for once in my ever lazy existence, I can actually finish something I start, and at least do so to my satisfaction.
Prove to myself that there isn’t some greater divine conspiracy subtly chipping away at me, putting little obstacel after little obstacle, one more excuse to stop and never start again.
I’m going for speed.
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