For the past seven months I’ve been working on a novel with the working title The Nixie. I’m proud of the work I’ve put in, especially while maintaining a time-sucking day job, and I’m excited about getting the rest of the story complete. I’ve written quite a few unfinished, unpublishable novels in the past, but unlike those other attempts, The Nixie had a beginning, a middle, and an end before I even wrote the first chapter. My outline was pretty barebones, highlighting enough of the story to know that it would be a satisfying journey. It was a sketch, concept art for a massive production, and it is developing into the Marley-est thing I’ve ever written. It’s taken roads I hadn’t even dreamt of in January and it is filling out to be better than I had hoped. As of right now I’m at 75,000 words, and the end is on the horizon. I want to have it finished by mid-September, right before my 40th birthday. I work well with deadlines, so that’s the one I’ve given myself.
When I started this project in January, I was hopeful that I’d be able to bust out a first draft by March, April at the latest. Life gets in the way of intentions, and I’m still not finished, but I’m closer. My first draft has gone through several layers of writing already, adding details and motivations, adding substance and gravity to the skeleton story. It’s coming along nicely, even if it’s taking longer than I wanted it to.
I’m writing my heart out. I’m dreaming bigger and bigger each day and I’m hanging my dreams on the stories I’m creating, which is what I’ve always done, and which is what brings me joy in even the darkest times. I hope you’re doing what you love, too. I hope it delights you, and it makes you smile in waiting rooms or when you’re stuck in traffic. Don’t forget to dream as big as you can. I know I won’t.
More good news coming soon!