I’m writing a book, have I mentioned that? It’s a fairy tale and I’ve been working on it very gradually for probably three years now. I probably haven’t mentioned it because I’ve never done this sort of thing before. I wanted to see if I was capable of writing a whole novel, if there was that much story within me and if I even had the capability to write it. While the latter is still out for question, today I completed the story. 43,639 words worth.
Which is not to say that it’s finished. There’s still a whole lot of editing and probably some rewriting in places where it’s messy. But it’s complete. The story is there to be worked with. I’ve been thinking about it lately as a sculptor who first has to build the block of clay and then shape it. The big block of clay is built. Tomorrow I can begin shaping.
And I have to admit I’m sort of proud of it. I reread parts and don’t believe I actually wrote it.