How anyone, in the history of man has ever completed a novel is beyond me.
Does any author ever feel that his or her work is truly done? Do you just make the cut at some point and say this is where it will end?
I find myself writing in non-linear fashion, drawn to where my character takes me, where the dialogue is coming from at that very moment. Which would be fantastic if I was writing something esoteric and edgy, but I have every intention of having a chronological novel. How do you even begin to piece together the chapters, events, witty conversational exchanges that seemed so great at the moment but just don't seem to flow in to one another?
I am blessed to have a character so well developed in my mind that she is truly alive, she transports me to her world, she tells me what she will say and how she will hear and perceive things. Only unfortunately it turns out that she is a very disorganized soul and occasionally wants to talk to me about things that should happen in book three.
There must be an organizational seminar for fictional characters somewhere out there. I mean, everything is on the internet.
Every time I sit to write I find myself drawn down the rabbit hole, in to a wonderland of ideas and energy and time and space, and in the end I emerge like Alice to find that I've been sleeping, dreaming, one paragraph written from what felt like four hours of thoughts.
Sigh....I suppose it will come in time.
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