So far, I’m very pleased with my progress on the novel. In just a few short weeks, I’ve demoed a number of novel-writing software programs and timeline creators, started a new blog series about writing a novel, found and setup my large LCD monitor, searched for but failed to find my full-size keyboard, read half a book about how to write a novel, attended a number of author conferences and talks, and told quite a few people that I am writing a novel. This novel-writing stuff isn’t so hard after all!
Seriously, though, after years of desperately wanting a hobby to call my own, I’ve finally realized that all I’ve really been looking for is something to be distracted from. The hobby isn’t important — it’s the distractions which make life fulfilling. What makes it even more satisfying is knowing that I’m really good at it. Distractions, that is — I’m very good at being distracted.
Okay, okay. All joking aside, I’ve made a decent amount of progress in the story planning. When I’m in the mood, I very much enjoy the process. However, a constant fear hangs over me — a fear which says this is all in vain because of my short attention span which might as well be featured in the “shortest” section of The Guinness Book of World Records.
When thinking about — oh look, there’s a show on I wanted to watch…
