I haven't blogged in a week. Since I'm certain that you have been biting your nails, checking anxiously every hour to see if there has been an updated to this little shanty I call my outlet, I decided to clue you in on why I took a break.
I finished it.
Are you intrigued? Are you asking yourself, "What did he finish that would force him to pull away from us, his loyal and loving readers? Could it be that he finished his second round of experimental treatment for some unmentioned brain issue, or a face transplant, or some other earthshattering medical procedure? Or perhaps he finished his marriage, out with the old bag, in with the little hot-to-trot foxy he met on Omegle that will somehow swindle him out of his currently nonexistent fortune amassed from selling a million copies of…"
Let me stop you there. No. I finished something way more important.
I finished the first draft of my novel. Let me add the necessary "!"
80,000 words, 300 pages, a monumental effort on my part. This coming from the guy who still hasn't finished college, didn't finish high school, never quite completed most of his other projects, and has mountains of unfinished songs/artwork/ideas looming in the back of his brain. You might be able to grasp how life changing this is for me.
I finished the biggest project I've ever undertaken in my life.
So, I took a week off. I celebrated. I went swimming, went to movies, and experimented with Crystal Meth. No, that's a lie. My wife wouldn't let me. J
But now, I'm back in the saddle. It's time to go on from celebration, roll up my sleeves, and start polishing and fine tuning the first draft of my novel. Why? Because it is crap. Because all first drafts, no matter who writes them, are crap. It might be beautiful, fine smelling, incredibly appealing crap, but it's still crap. It's not until you've dug around in the crap that you find the engagement ring your dog ate (thank you Marley and Me), and that's why it's time for me to get down and dirty with this little tome I regurgitated. Hopefully, something will emerge that is appealing, life changing, entertaining, and, oh yes, marketable.
And, no, I would never really try Crystal Meth. It's too expensive a habit. That's why I write.