My problem is that I undertake a novel as a thought experiment, suck the marrow from the bones of that idea, and then by the time I'm well into querying, I have moved on so decidedly that I no longer "believe in" the thought experiment. I might still enjoy the characters and story on some level, but I don't BELIEVE them. If such a novel were to get through the publishing pipeline in a couple years, I would be the scapegoat of its target audience for I have transcended its version of reality and moved on to something else -- most likely something they'll hate.
I am very much the opposite kind of writer in one sense but exactly the same in another.
I very much do not write conceptually. Or, even if I write conceptual novels, the concept is more a vehicle for the people involved than anything else.
But the difficult part of finishing a novel is that then it's done. You live inside a book for weeks or months and then you step out of that world and it all feels less real and crucial than it did when you were inside it. And the longer you spend away from it, the more it feels like it was written by someone else.
My problem is that I undertake a novel as a thought experiment, suck the marrow from the bones of that idea, and then by the time I'm well into querying, I have moved on so decidedly that I no longer "believe in" the thought experiment. I might still enjoy the characters and story on some level, but I don't BELIEVE them. If such a novel were to get through the publishing pipeline in a couple years, I would be the scapegoat of its target audience for I have transcended its version of reality and moved on to something else -- most likely something they'll hate.
I am very much the opposite kind of writer in one sense but exactly the same in another.
I very much do not write conceptually. Or, even if I write conceptual novels, the concept is more a vehicle for the people involved than anything else.
But the difficult part of finishing a novel is that then it's done. You live inside a book for weeks or months and then you step out of that world and it all feels less real and crucial than it did when you were inside it. And the longer you spend away from it, the more it feels like it was written by someone else.
The universe is bringing me DFW today. Synchronicity happens.
I’ve been finding this applies across all mediums nowadays. The sameness. It feels like everyone is mimicking someone else. It’s dejecting.