Battling a sense of urgency this week, big-time. In a complete reversal of my last blog post (because yeah, I’m deeply inconsistent like that) right now I never feel like I’m writing enough. I can see the whole novel stretched out in front of me like a gargantuan mountain to climb. Still have 11 chapters to go. I’m not even in the single digits yet.
Which is why I present to you two shortcuts to producing the Great American Novel! First, a master lesson from the master, Kurt Vonnegut:
Aaannnd I’m out of Chapter 11. Problem solved.