Don Corleone: “Well, there wasn't enough time, Michael. There just wasn't enough time.”
Michael: “We'll get there, Pop. We'll get there.”
- The Godfather
Just suppose that one day you went insane and decided to build a house from scratch.
To accomplish this, you’d have to find a site, draw the plans, scoop the foundation, and buy the materials. Piece by piece, you’d put it together. And if it didn’t all fit, your house would completely fall apart.
Since you wouldn’t want the house being boring, you’d figure out colors and furniture. You'd buy stuff and decorate it.
In the meantime, you’d have to eat, clean, and sleep. Sometimes you’d have to talk to your family and friends, maybe even visit your psychiatrist.
You’d probably have to take your dog for a walk.
While you were planning and building, you probably thought you’d finish the house in about three months.
You really were insane.
I know this because it takes an insane person to know one.
After all this time on hiatus, I’m only two-thirds of the way through the first draft of my novel. I thought I’d be done by now.
It hasn’t quite worked out that way. I know I said I’d be done by now, but I need more time. I’m not quite ready to come back to the blog.
I read that Stephen King writes 10,000 words a day. I’m doing great at 5,000 per week.
He can probably build a house faster than me too.
But I bet he’s more insane.
