Over the past nine or so years, I’ve spent countless nights writing and revising (and revising and revising…) the one novel I’ve written to date. I finally feel like it’s in a place where I am excited to really make a push to agents and editors and will be able to withstand the inevitable rejection letters that will surely follow. And hopefully, one day, someone will eventually decide they like my story enough to represent me, but either way, I freaking did it. I wrote a novel, one that I’m really proud of, and like I’ve said over and over again, I will never, ever f’ing write another one.
But guess what I started earlier this month? Yeah. Oops. I need to write this story though. I’m currently going through a divorce, which obviously is one of the most challenging things I’ve ever gone through, and so is my main character. He’s a lot like me, but isn’t me. And some of the issues with the relationship that failed in this story will be ones that ring true for me too, though the fictional marriage definitely wasn’t my marriage. The reason I need to write this story is that the lessons that my main character needs to learn by the end of the book are ones that I need to learn, as well.
This story isn’t going to be about one person being right in the relationship and one person being wrong. And it’s not about one person being the good guy and the other person being the bad guy, because both people are right and the good guy at times and both people are wrong and the bad guy at other times.
What this story is going to be about is a man who needs to learn how to let go, to find things he was looking for in his partner within himself, and to move forward. And probably a lot of things I don’t know about yet because I’m still just two months into the divorce.
So here we go. I’m already three pages in! Only about 297 to go…