Tonight my sons and I held a conference call to celebrate our mutual achievement of writing a novel in a month. I don’t mean one novel that we wrote together; rather, I mean three novels that we each wrote individually while supporting our collective effort.
It was a worthy endeavor; and, at project’s end, Kevin was sipping champagne, I was sipping Absolut, and Keith was promising to tie one on later.
It just goes to show that writing a novel can be a doable project, if you set your mind to it.
This is the third book I’ve written. The first took about five years, with an essay here and an essay there. I ended up publishing it with First Books, but I can’t say it garnered me a great deal of royalties.
The second took about two years; and it won a contest prize but never saw the light of a publisher’s contract. So, given that I’ve put the least amount of time into this current novel, I feel optimistic for its future. I also feel the concept of “No Plot, No Problem” has merit. And I’d like to do it again.
That said, the next task is to edit my one-month novel and turn it into something even more marketable than it is today.
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