{"id":41,"date":"2006-11-28T02:16:11","date_gmt":"2006-11-28T07:16:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kevinomara.com\/2006\/11\/28\/222\/"},"modified":"2006-11-28T02:16:11","modified_gmt":"2006-11-28T07:16:11","slug":"222","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.kevinomara.com\/?p=41","title":{"rendered":"222"},"content":{"rendered":"

Two years ago I attempted to start writing a little bit. Well, a lot, actually – I involved myself in the NaNoWriMo<\/A> project which basically entails pounding out 1,666 words a every day for a month. I’ll have you know I didn’t make it – November is a hell of a month in which to attempt to dedicate hours every day to writing for pleasure.<\/p>\n

Something in conversation over this Thanksgiving prompted a discussion of the Great Unfinished O’Mara(can) Novel and I dug around on my hard drive until I found it the other day.<\/p>\n

I started re-reading it the two nights ago and I don’t even know what to say or think. I have an absolutely terrible memory so aside from the basic plot outline I didn’t remember anything about it. Besides, when you’re writing nearly two thousand words a day you don’t have time to dedicate them to memory, and besides that<\/I> even it’s been two years – more than long enough to forget the details.<\/p>\n

I’m finding myself pleasantly surprised by what I wrote. I’m actually enjoying<\/I> re-reading it, and I’m sure any of you self-deprecating artists (in any medium) out there know that anguished feeling when you review your work and it just isn’t as good as you wanted it to be. For some unknown reason I’m not getting that nasty sinking feeling this time. I’m proud of my work.<\/p>\n

I’m actually still awake, up far past my bedtime, because I’ve been treating myself to a few chapters. I can’t stand to read it all at once because … honestly, because I find myself savoring it. I don’t want to finish.<\/p>\n

I don’t want to know how it ends.<\/p>\n

Fortunately for me, I never finished it, so it doesn’t<\/I> end.<\/p>\n

Maybe I’ll have to do something about that one day.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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