Did you ever see the movie "Half-Baked"? If you didn't, you probably didn't get the title of this post. You might even think I'm a huge jerk just for typing that.
But I am tired--of writing. Writing a novel is really, really tiring. I've got to deal with these same characters and these same situations over and over again. JEEZ. The annoying thing is I keep coming up with cool ideas for short stories. Today, I was at the veterinarian's office, and I read an article about dog fighting. And then I thought, what about a short story, about dog fighting, except replace dogs with aliens.
Yeah, that's right. Scuttle off and steal my idea, you punks. Because it is so awesome. I won't get around to it until next decade, anyway.
Look, you know I'm just kidding. The point is really that working on a novel is incredibly challenging. I've written novels before, but never demanded of myself that I actually make sure it:
• Flows logically;
• Has contiguous characters; and
• Sucks not.
Therefore, "Misty Cleareyes"--the title of my novel-in-progress--is hard work, because I am actually asking myself to prepare something that might potentially be read by humans. I'd like to turn around and work on my shorts, instead; but in the long run, I know that actually finishing a solid, novel-length piece will be worth the effort. The experience, if nothing else, will move me toward Level 3.
P.S. Depending on who you are, you might disagree I am currently a Level 2 Writer; but I suspect I am that, because I've killed, like, three ogres. Besides, I don't subscribe to the notion of "0th level" characters created by Wizards of the Coast. Come back, TSR! We all miss you.