A Novel

Every night, since around mid-August I've been writing pages and pages towards a novel about a retiring pro athlete. What a strange voyage this has become! The fact that I haven't let up says something to me. I think it says "I'm crazy." In fact, I actually wrote about 100 manuscript pages (double-spaced, one inch margins), then scrapped it because it felt too boring. I've sometimes wondered in this space whether I could "keep up" a writing schedule. Well, it appears that I can.