Posted by marshal on August 12, 2010 in Novels
“Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?“ (Shakespeare, Merchant of Venice)
Sometimes it's hard to get going. I have some five book plots at various
stages of development, but there are some mornings I wonder what the
hell. I already know that writing is probably a losing game, more of a
hobby, really. About 1% of all books written in a given year will
become successful. I suppose I write because, like Lady Murasaki
Shikibu (Tale of Genji) said, the life we have led or the life we
have known compels us to write.
I just wish my darned muse would be more consistent. But then again, maybe it's not
the muse's fault. Maybe it's me and my shoddy work habits. Maybe I
had better stop blaming a conceptual being for my own laziness.
Yeah, I can do that. I'll start tomorrow.