I’m planning on writing a novel next month. This may have little to no impact on the world, even for those of you who know me, but it will definitely change the trajectory of this blog, making it less likely that new content will find its way to you. Again, this means very little.
When I was a kid in high school, my grandfather wrote a novel–a 900 page behemoth about an old man who marries a beautiful biker queen and travels the country spreading the Good News of Christianity to everyone they meet in between scenes of softcore sex. I remain impressed that he was able to put his vision down on yellow legal pads after work, filling a few suitcases with his prose.
His work was eventually self-published and remains available on Amazon from marketplace sellers. (Buy a copy! But try the $.01 used option, not the $56 new one…)
I have no illusions about becoming the next E.L. James, both because of the rarity of such success and the superiority of my prose. (This is less a brag than it seems.) My goal is the NaNoWriMo standard of a 50,000 word rough draft by the end of June. Just a rough draft, hopefully able to be polished into something someone (you?) would pay to read.
So enjoy June. I might. It’s hard to tell at this point. I might check back in with a poem or two, but that’s doubtful.