Reasons why I have not yet written my novel. April 15, 2007

 You may not know this, but I’ve always assumed that my life would go something like this:

1. finish university;

2. write the great Canadian novel;

3. move to New York;

4. spend the rest of my life reading and writing novels.  And not just any novels, but great, life-changing, life-affirming novels.

So why has this not happened?

1. Despite my recent months of unemployment, I am currently pretty busy.  When I am home during the week, I am either sleeping, or thinking about how I should be sleeping.  Or doing laundry.  But mostly sleeping.

2.  When I’m home during the weekend, I enjoy wasting my time doing absolutely nothing of note.  For example, today I read trashy magazines and watched about 300 episodes of Seinfeld on DVD.

3. I am afraid that if I DO actually start writing something, I’ll realize how much it sucks, and my plans will be ruined forever.  Although recently, a friend pointed out that writing is in the re-writing, so I should just start writing.  This struck a chord with me because this is how I approached my academic papers.  So I guess I should just get started, right?

But Seinfeld is SO FUNNY!  Sigh.

And the struggle continues…