Novel Writing

I'm working on a novel. It's going to be a New York Times Bestseller instant viral hit that solves all of life's problems and tackles all issues facing the Coptic Orthodox church and its youth today and basically does the job of a Sunday school teacher for you. Did I mention the instant part? No pressure yo.

So, of course, the novel is going utterly dismally. Because who can write with all that weight on her back? I'm exhausted just thinking about it.

Add to this that I'm a very post-modern existential writer. I write in vignettes. They go nowhere. They end at the beginning. Nothing happens. No one learns anything. They just are. And then they aren't.

Add to this that I'm a stay-at-home mother of a toddler and feel like I live just left of The Yellow Wallpaper and may lose it at any moment.

Add to this that I'm constantly face-to-face with other people's crises and feel no longer capable of giving advice of any kind. Even indirectly through fiction. Just go and live your lives, people. Nothing to see here.