Concerning Novels, The Relief of Never Having Written One

There are novels in which I take considerable pleasure and yet am relieved not to have written myself, owing both to the tedious efforts they’ve so clearly necessitated, and also to what it would reveal about me — namely, that I’m capable of enduring such tedium.

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One thought on “Concerning Novels, The Relief of Never Having Written One

  1. I share your sentiment. In the spontaneous moments of badassism (I’m aware that isn’t a real word but let’s just play it off as if it is – trust the ‘ism’ to make it seem academic), elated by my own manic enthusiasm, I feel as if I could take on the task of writing a novel in one night. But these periods of mania have only left in their wake a few sentences scattered here and there – the proof that I not not yet up to to such a task. But damn, it would be unfathomably satisfying to have endured such a long and arduous process. Maybe one day I will climb the mountain and into vulnerability. One day.

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