I’ve reached that part of my solitary writing confinement where I hate the book, I hate myself, and I hate everything about everything.
The hate, however, is what fuels the desire to be done, to get the manuscript to the printer, and to let it go out into the world where it will be whatever it will be. I’ve never felt quite this way about a manuscript before, but I’ve also never worked on a project for this long (25 years or more in the research, at least five in planning, and the last four in writing and researching and rewriting alone).
This is the kind of book that makes you feel like finishing it might kill you, that it will take so much of you that there’ll be nothing left. All your writing takes something from you, in a way. But it also replenishes the well of imagination and hope and curiosity that will bubble forth with other projects further down. I already have more plans, not the least of which is finishing my dissertation (another major research monster like this book in some ways, probably not as obnoxious, now that I know how to handle such a monster better. It’s been good training, if nothing else). For now, though, I must finish battling the last bits of this work, so that the printers can do theirs.
If you’d like to know more about the legendary beast I’m speaking of, you can read about it at the Kickstarter page, or at its own website. And yes, preorders are still open at the latter site – but not for much longer. Once we go to print I will need to close those down so that I can concentrate on getting the preorders out before the end of the year. If you want in on this, make it soon.
Speaking of soon…I’ll talk more soon. For now, the jail door stays shut.