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Finished Naga Story

Well, I finished naga story. No title yet (besides “Naga Hide” which is a bit too heady of a pun still). I’m not sure when I started (sometime in June?) but I was getting down 1700-1800 words per day consistently in the last quarter of it. It’s a full manuscript, rough draft as it is. 90,061 words. Just barely squeaked over that 90K mark, even though I had 70+ scenes.

And it’s shite. It’s just shite, all of it.

Remember how I said every word sounded juvenile and unsophisticated and disposable. Yeah, that never got better. Shite’s the only word I can call it, it’s the most appropriate. I don’t know why I kept going.

Well, that’s not true. I kept going because I remember Neil Gaiman’s words: Great artists finish things. And if I didn’t like what I was writing, at least I had the tools to see it to completion. So I can say it’s complete crap with emphasis on “complete”.

I find myself not caring so much about being a writer anymore. It seems my bubble of who I’m doing this for is shrinking every day. Now it’s just me, and I become less important as I grow older. I don’t even have any fans. I wrote Reprise and that barely got any feedback. People aren’t buying the erotica. And my own love for the work is waning as the response I get is pitiful. Why write jokes if I’m the only one who finds them funny? If I’m the only one who finds them.

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The story was doomed from the start, writing the beginning felt energizing and fun. But then I got to the main story and everything felt dead in the water. It felt like I had gone backward in quality. My only hope is that this is the last of my “million bad words” and maybe the next thing will be that thing.

If I’m going to be a writer, I need to step up my game. I’m tired of these rejections. I’m not writing anything that’s commercially viable. All my story ideas are just stories that I’d want to read. No one reads about snake-women or Indiana Jones saving a mermaid or a misogynist Harry Potter.

I’ve got Felicia Day’s new book, her guide to creativity, and I’ve got Neil Gaiman’s masterclass on the art of storytelling and I’ve got Brandon Sanderson’s lecture series still to watch. I’m not going to write my next novel right away. It’s still outline-less anyway. I need to get back to basics. I’ve got to do like Rocky and retrain myself. Go up to the mountains and chase chickens. I think that’s what he did.

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It involves a lot of beating my meat, as you might imagine…

Eric Juneau is a software engineer and novelist on his lunch breaks. In 2016, his first novel, Merm-8, was published by eTreasures. He lives in, was born in, and refuses to leave, Minnesota. You can find him talking about movies, video games, and Disney princesses at http://www.ericjuneaubooks.com where he details his journey to become a capital A Author.

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