As it typically goes, I fall in and out of fiction writer’s block with great regularity. This year, I’ve written more fiction than I ever had in my life and still haven’t finished the novel. And then I fell into writer’s block (again). And then, I started a full time (but temporary) job and started travelling every single weekend.
Of course, now’s the time I’ve been starting to write again. At a time when I have absolutely no free time. When I can find the time, I’m compressing some sections, dumping a few extraneous characters, generally tightening things up, and finishing the middle. I wrote most of the opening scene nearly five years ago, and the ending about three years ago. It’s the middle that’s been problematic.
I’ve renamed the novel yet again. I don’t know if this is a good or bad sign. The title for most of this year was Unexpectedly. I’ve changed it to IRL, because that plays off the major theme of the novel (what real life is, and what other peole say it it).
I got a little feedback when I put some early excerpts up, but decided to put up the complete first five chapters (it currently constitutes about 20% of the novel). So feel free to read the beginning of the novel. If you’re so inclined, drop me a line if you have comments, questions, whatever.