Feeling out of my depth today. Between my ultra-horrible job and my two boys, I have about an hour of free time everyday. Writing has been difficult. I'm behind and that's making me depressed.
I've been a "writer" for as long as I can remember but my training is in art. I have studied comics all of my life but I've always been too slow at my craftto realize my stories. At this point in my life, pure prose is a faster way to get my ideas out into the world.
Am I too old to begin? I'm 42 and this feels like a young person's game. I don't know. I'll let that take care of itself.
An old sketch of an old dude to celebrate my doubts.
I really only have a half-formed idea of the novel. It's horror. The main character is a 10 year old girl named Aggie. It's the summer of 1974 and a classmate of Aggie's drowned at the local reservoir.
Nearly finished with the first chapter. I'm enjoying the story so far but I wonder whether my narrative is too colloquial and if I'm just serving myself. I suppose we'll see after the first draft is finished.