January 18, 2009

Im writing a book

It seems like everyone I know is writing a book. I'm writing a book too, which nowadays is like saying, Hey everybody, I got a cell phone! So, why do I get jealous when I hear that someone else is writing a book? There is some little creature inside snarling and saying, "No! Mine! I write book!" Even if its something like a field guide for photo-lithography, I have this itch, like a tick, a fear that my novel will somehow be affected by the competition. I can visualize a man in a book store standing in the aisle, one book in each hand. "Now, let me see. A gloomy novel or the photo-lithography field guide - which will it be?" And he gladly pays the $150 for the field guide rather than that $9.99 for my self-published rag.

Anyway, my book is about a man named Silas who looses his family in a car accident. Counting up right now, I have 176 pages double-spaced - more than I realized. That may be roughly half of the book.

More later...

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