Scarecrows and Marionettes: Musings On The Writing Life — Floundering (2006-2007)

Most of the year was virtually unproductive. I hardly wrote anything, save for a couple of poems which I really didn’t do much with. I struggled with the new novel, which was pretty much dying an early death. I realized I didn’t know much about what I was writing about, despite the notes I had taken, despite the feeling that I thought did know. After all, I was a guy from New York City. What the hell did I know about the inner struggles of an Argentine photographer? After reading the manuscript over again, I decided the hell with it. It just wasn’t working and in the trash it went. All 150 pages of it. Gone forever. Good riddance.