Seven Years is a Long Time
In 2004 I started writing a novel about Ancient Egypt. Then lots of stuff happened, and I didn't write for years.
When I did start writing again, I would pull it out occasionally and look at it. There were re-writes, edits, a paragraph added here and there, new scenes, once in a while I'd even finish a chapter. But mostly it just sat there. I would put it away, take it back out, put in on the shelf, then take it down and dust it off.
Today? I finished it. Seven years, forty-one chapters, and 185,000 words later.
Can we say yay?
When I did start writing again, I would pull it out occasionally and look at it. There were re-writes, edits, a paragraph added here and there, new scenes, once in a while I'd even finish a chapter. But mostly it just sat there. I would put it away, take it back out, put in on the shelf, then take it down and dust it off.
Today? I finished it. Seven years, forty-one chapters, and 185,000 words later.
Can we say yay?