Writing: It’s What’s for the Future

I have three quarters of a novel. I want to finish the last quarter by the end of the year. It took me ten years to write what I have.

Will power is my lacking.

I need a scary looming deadline like a grade or employment to motivate me.

I haven’t found the equivalent when it is a personal life goal.

Still, I imagine finishing, revising, editing, revising, trashing, rewriting.

And finally pressing that button that will sell my book to willing Kindle owners.

Just to sell one copy to a stranger would be enough. The idea that someone would find the idea of my story interesting would be my dream come true.

To sell millions and have Joss Whedon write the screenplay and direct the movie starring Nathan Fillion?

Yeah, that would be more than my geeky heart could take.