. . . when you’re working full time and commuting two hours a day?
Forensic evidence suggests that I started my novel in April 2016 and finished its 123,000 glorious words in September 2017. So, 17 months. Seven thousand words a month. Less than 2,000 words a week. Maybe a page a day. Is that impressive, or awful?
After discussing the final chapters with my cold-eyed writing group, I now need to begin the second draft by recalibrating the climax. Also, I need another title. How many months is that gonna take?
Stephen King claims he writes no less than 2000 words a day. But Graham Greene and Hemingway have been pegged at 500. Tom Wolfe took 11 years to finish A Man In Full. And today we are advised that Nicole Krause’s new 290-page novel (about a blocked writer) is her first in seven years. To me, time is basically irrelevant. The miracle is that the novel was written at all.
To me, the novel finally exists when the first draft is done. Before that, it’s just a possibility; when you’ve got a draft, it’s real–even if you then have to change everything.
A small eon?
Who you calling cold eyed?
Dear Rich: Yeah. What Jeff said.Remember: we know where you live! (And if we forget, other M will give us instructions!)
“Cold eyed”. Hmph!
And by the way, Jeff, shouldn’t “cold-eyed” have a hyphen…?
Just listen to yourself. Cold.