Sometimes I feel like I’m a very slow writer, and it makes me sad. You know, like I’m wasting my life away on other things like “my job” and “having friends” when I could/should be writing a book. Sometimes weeks will go by where I don’t write ANYTHING. Or maybe I write something, but it’s like a page, and it’s bad.
Today I had the following gchat conversation with my friend Ben:
Ben: how long does it take you to write a book?
me: oh, it takes me months
me: and months
Ben: that doesn’t sound like that long for a fucking book
So that made me feel much better.