I have been incredibly depressed as this book nears completion, mostly because I am almost certain in my mind that nobody will buy it, read it, or even understand why I would do it...The reason I am doing this is not so I can be the next Dan Brown. I don't expect every Oprah-watching housewife in middle america to rush out and buy my book... So f@#% all of you for not buying my other books, and I don't care if you buy any of the new ones...If you don't like it, you're always welcome to to buy the latest plagarized, fictionalized, non-fiction book from Oprah's list and act like you're smart.
Okay, why do I keep writing about fiction writing? Because it's hard. A lot of things are hard, but to write and have no one care about it is disheartening. I'm not at that point--I'm progressing well as I complete a book, but sometimes I want to raise the middle finger to the world. Not just about writing, but about difficult pursuits and struggles.
I am actually quite psyched about creative victories having to do with plot and characters, but right now, they're just mine. For me to publically chronicle the creative writing strides I'm making would be like making people watch paint dry on a brick wall.