I have made modest progress over the past eight or nine months on the draft of a novel. If the 100k word mark is what puts you in the ballpark to being able to say a novel has been written, I’m just over 2/3 of the way there– sans editing.
I have no previous experience in this sort of thing, but I figured the first and most important part was just to write and don’t get too distracted by coffee, snacks, the birds outside, or things that actually need doing. It is amazing how something you enjoy, like writing, can begin to seem like work once you layer onto it things like goals, objectives, schedules, etc., not to mention judgments as to its merit and worthiness of continuing. I’ve tried to do as little of that as possible.
Overall, it’s a story about the narrator learning to see the world with the vision of Christ, and to thereby release his fullest potential to the world– to discover a way of living in the world that is seamless and whole, and emptied of contradiction. The miracle would be that the reading or writing of such a story might in some way assist the full acceptance of this reality into the heart of our daily lives. It is meant to be a celebration, a glimpse, and a window– at once a yearning, an expression, and an answer– and hopefully ends up being at least a few of these things, if not a novel.
The chapter I have uploaded onto the Fiction page here is the most recently completed and I thought it read alright as a stand alone despite being out of context of the preceding ten chapters. Some allusions to earlier events of the story won’t quite add up, but I think the core content of this sequence works.