I started to write what would become a multiverse novel in November of 2018. Over the course of the rest of 2018 and all of 2019, I would get close to 30K deep in the story, realize it wasn't working, delete almost all of it, and start again.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
The heart of it was always the concept of 'tikkun olam' which literally translated means repair of the world. Or in this story's case, repair of the broken people and broken places across the multiverse.
Nothing like tackling a small theme, right?
I really struggled with this one. In fact, across all the novel-length work I've completed (published and not), this was the hardest project I've written. Was it because of the theme? The world that was on fire in literal and figurative ways while I was writing? Then came 2020 and the isolation brought on by covid-19. And the longer the story took, the more I questioned my ability to get it written.
Regardless of the reason or reasons, this particular novel took longer than any other. And it filled me with more doubt and fear.
There is a lot of advice floating around in writing-land. Most of it emerges from a kind of survivor's bias: I did the thing, so this must be the way to do the thing. Some of it is just flat-out bad. Much should come with a warning label: YMMV.
Ultimately, my own stubbornness is what kept me hammering my head at the wall of the story. Even as I look back at chunks of time where I didn't open the file, or worse, ones where the wordcount kept *decreasing*, I can see a progression of my own process that mirrored what my characters were going through.
Regardless of if/how this book gets published, I am happy with the bones of the story. Now the true work begins.
Stay tuned.