We’re halfway through 2015, guys!
Don’t look at me like that. I don’t control these things.
I’ve been reflecting back on some of the new year’s projects I mentioned in January, and have come to the sad realization that I probably will not finish my novel this year.
It’s not impossible. I mean I do have a more presentable draft that I am more happy with than I have been, ever. But considering the amount of work the whole thing still needs–at least half of the chapters rewritten, and then another 5-6 months of a combined cool-off/editing frenzy period, and it just doesn’t seem likely.
Make that like 6 years running.
This wouldn’t be a huge deal…
- except that I feel tied to this project
- and unwilling to start something new because I feel like I must finish at this point
- and guilty for not writing because it’s what I’ve always wanted to do, and now I finally have some time (if not the energy) to do it.
Add to that the fact that I’ve been blogging and vlogging about writing as if I know something about it, and I’ve got myself a potent case of imposter syndrome.
I don’t want to get all woe-is-me here because it’s honestly not like that. I’ve been succeeding in other important parts of my life. I’ve been exploring new and old interests like I meant to in early 2015. Making the videos like the one above. Cooking and baking. Keeping in touch with my family. Traveling some. More often staying home. Reading a lot of good books (and really overachieving on my unaggressive Goodreads goal).
I’m not giving up on my novel, but I’m also not missing it much.