I'm about a thousand words into the fourth draft and I've already realized I cannot fix this in 6 weeks. I thought maybe I could get it up to readable-by-someone-else standards by then, and I might be able to do that much. But I'm not going to get it to a level of polish I'll be satisfied with in such a short amount of time. There is simply too much to do.
This has been making me think about my future plans in general. What kind of writer do I want to be? Is it okay if I'm a slow writer? Am I a slow writer? Where should I realistically expect myself to be, progress wise?
I think, in general, I just need to remember that I enjoy writing, and while I would love to be a published writer, I am already a writer, simply by virtue of... writing. And I love doing it. Anything more is just icing And I don't need to tie myself up in knots because I haven't achieved my next goal yet.
Just how do you write a novel, anyway? This blog is a record of my journey to find out the hard way.
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