There’s always that one novel or story or poem you write that is simultaneously the bane of your existence and the joy of your life. For me, that would be the XIII series, which I (and my ex-boyfriend) have been working on in some capacity since 2004. I’ve written about it quite a few times on this blog.
Now I’m currently writing what seems like the millionth (and hopefully last) major draft. In December 2011, I wrote an enormous, epic outline of said draft. Strangely enough, the number of chapters in the outline was 360, which, to me, was excellent. I could write a chapter a day for a year, and I’d have six days off (2012 is a leap year).
Like the best laid plans of mice and men, this plan went awry and I will be nowhere near finished rewriting all the chapters by December 31 of this year. However, my ex and I came up with some new ideas that got written into the outline, so I can finally say that it is now in its final form, and I have begun writing the actual story again.
And I’m making adequate progress. And I shall continue to make adequate progress. As much as I enjoy writing XIII, it has to end at some point. I have to finish all this macro-editing and rewriting before I can move onto micro-editing, peer review, incorporating comments, more macro- and micro-editing as necessary, and finally, print-on-demand. I do not think XIII would be suitable for mainstream publication, and that’s not a bad thing at all.
I don’t know when the end date will be. It could be another 8 years from now, for all I know. All I know is that I’ve come too far to turn around now.
I’m dying for some action
I’m sick of sitting ’round here trying to write this book
-Bruce Springsteen, “Dancing in the Dark”