I'm still technically working on this novel. Actually I'm still happy with the progress I've made on it. My biggest problem is that I don't write unless I'm interested. Combine that with my unrelenting need to update, revise, rewrite, and generally muck about with things I've already written instead of making any kind of actual progress in terms of word count, and you've got yourself a recipe for a hellishly slow writing process.
As it stands I'm sitting at just over 65,000 words which is 110 pages in my main document. I'm using Baskerville at size 12, single spaced. Seeing how far I've come since the initial concept and handwritten stuff is really interesting. When I look back on the unknown hours of research, the crappy art I've drawn or had others draw up for me, the books I've bought (some of which I can't read), the paper model of a particular castle I probably paid way too much for online and then only partially put together, and the days I've spent lying awake in bed thinking about various aspects of the project, the time spent designing a cover for a book that might never be published, and on and on and on, I just feel good. I've managed to dedicate a serious amount of time to a single project. The fact that I'm years into it with no end in sight does not bother me in the slightest.
I'm pretty sure I was still in my Catholic phase when I started this. That really puts things in perspective for me. That was 2014.
I'll be pleased if I work on this thing at all this month. By now anyone who knows me should know that I don't set goals for myself. Not really.
I think once I finish the first primary draft – meaning I get to the end of the story – I'll create another dA account to post things associated with the project; cover designs, chapter excerpts, etc.
All right, enough about that.
What's going on in life?
Church basically. I left the Church of Christ and joined the Recovery Movement. After going to the conference in California this summer I started seriously considering it. I haven't been disappointed either. A man of normal emotional constitution would have had a really difficult time with the transition. My best and oldest friend is in the CoC. His dad is the preacher. Now I'm disfellowshipped, so unless I "repent" that friendship is over. They don't consider non-CoC Christians to be Christian.
Things like this force me to own the fact that, all joking aside, I am a cold person. This isn't the first time I've suddenly abandoned close friends, provided little or no warning or explanation, and felt absolutely nothing. Nor will I attempt to justify it to anyone. I value my ability to detach.
Work is more or less the same as always.
Oh! I bought a scooter from my friend's mom. It's pretty cool but I need a driver's license and motorcycle endorsement to use the silly thing. I'll get that taken care of this spring. I'm planning on starting a scooter club. Should be fun and it might actually be pretty easy. I see scooters all over the place in town. I have a couple ideas for club names but I haven't settled on anything yet. I won't until I actually get my license and start using the scooter. The dilemma is whether to go for a humorous name or something more serious and neutral. One of my friends suggested Scootie Patootie. One running joke from years ago had me calling it The Bloody Scotsmen. I've also considered Riverside Scooter Club or FM Scooter Club. Basic stuff like that. Do I go for a mods, Quadrophenia, 60s vibe, or maybe a pseudo-80s vaporwave kind of thing? I'd lean toward the latter personally. That aesthetic is too cool. Accessibility is a factor though. People have to want to wear the patch. Oh yes, I plan on having patches made.
That's enough for this year.
Listening to: I.O.I - Very Very Very
Reading: The Normal Christian Life by Watchman Nee
Watching: Comet Lucifer
Eating: toast with peanut butter