Dec 03, 2008 06:51
When I started writing this novel, I had no idea what I wanted to write. So little, in fact, that I had a friend type the first letter on screen, and I went from there.
It didn't take long to figure out the direction it was going. Turns out I was writing a joke - a novel based on a conversation from a couple of weeks earlier (I'm not yet ready to share what it is with the world at large; it was a joke). I kept writing, determined to write the story and see what happened. There were a few people to whom I told the premise.
Those people keep telling me they want to read it. I feel obliged to finish the first draft (currently at 60,000+ words) and then edit the bejeebers out of it.
I think it's unique. The mythology in it is good, and the conflicts can be read simply for entertainment, or as commentary on society and group social interaction. But there seems to be more than I can put into one novel - do I want to write more than one novel set in this world? Le sigh. I guess I'll see what happens after I finish this one.
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