I’m almost finished, after 7 month’s of labouring evenings and on the bus (I write on my palm pilot) my urban, sci-fi adventure novel is almost ready for its first painstaking draft! The anticipation is so great that the few hundred words I wrote last night are the only words I've put into the story in the last two weeks or so. I think I've been spending more time imagining the finished product then I have been actually finishing it.
I’m on the last part, about nine chapters left. I hope it all goes well, the anticipation is killing me.
I love to write, it seems like I was always heading that way, even though I didn’t take it seriously until last year. I can express myself creatively while elaborating on some of the concepts that pass through my mind in relation to the universe.
It’s a very spiritual act, but I am thoroughly atheist.
And don’t expect to see even a smidgen of my work until I’ve done at least the first draft, its about 220,000 words already. Can’t wait for it to be done.