After thirteen rewrites it's happened. I have a readable draft of what will be my third novel.
It’s a short novel, which I like. And it’s a weird little beast, which I like. And it’s very different from my second novel, The Norseman’s Song, which I like even more.
Now all I need to do is come up with a title and edit and publish the thing.
That should be done by mid-2021.
Looking forward to getting this one out of the house. It’s been a bastard to write.
I last published a novel, The Norseman’s Song, in 2010.
Since then, I’ve published a non-fiction book and a collection of poetry. The difficult third novel has been more than difficult, though.
There are a few reasons for that.
Life, for starters. Paying the bills and sharing parenting duties for three kids takes up a lot of time.
Then there’s speechwriting. I have to keep cranking out those puppies to feed the kids. Poetry, sadly, doesn’t pay.
Not to mention health. You see, I had a stroke in 2012, and that required rebuilding just about everything from the ground up.
Plus, I’ve thrown away a completed manuscript and a few unfinished manuscripts along the way.
But, a week ago, I finished a first draft of what will be my third novel. It’s still rough, but I’m not ashamed of it and I’m aiming to publish the think in the first half of 2021.
What’s it about?
A middle-aged white bloke facing a reckoning for his sins.
It’s not autobiographical.
All of my anxiety goes into writing.
That’s an exaggeration. Not all. Most.
Writing—and by writing I mean the creative kind—is where my sense of self first came from, back when I was sixteen and trying to fail high school, back when one of my teachers asked me what drug I was on and I told her, ‘Emily Dickinson.’
Since then, of course, my sense of self has broadened. I’ve become a husband. I’ve become a father. I’ve become political (no, I was always political). I’ve become something other than a pair of ragged claws scuttling across a keyboard.
And yet.
Yes, writing is the and yet.
Writing has always been there and—until I lose my marbles—always will be there.
What does that mean in practice?
It means that, every year or so, I begin to feel a need to write creatively. For me, that usually means poetry or fiction.
The last time I felt that need I wrote Year of the Wasp—my third collection of poetry.
For the last year, though, that need has involved fiction.
At first I thought that need involved a novel set in the future. Something dystopian and weird.
I was wrong. I abandoned that project. I hope to come back to it.
This happened around the start of the year and I was—for that and other reasons—feeling very anxious. very wound up. And, so, I did something strange (for me).
I wrote a short story. This short story was contemporary. It was set in Melbourne. And it involved middle aged people living with the accumulations of sins.
That triggered something.
Without planning to or even thinking about it much, I started writing another story.
And I kept writing.
And now that story is the almost-completed first draft of a novel.
Is it any good, you ask? It’s a first draft, so the answer is yes and no: I like it, but it makes me cringe.
I’ll be finishing the first draft in the next month or so. Then I’ll spend some time making it sing. Then, in a year or so, it should be out in the world.
The best thing? I no longer feel so anxious.
I went out for a long dinner on Saturday night with my wife Kirsten and our great friends, Paul and Meredith. During the night, somewhere around midnight, the subject of writing came up and I heard myself saying that I was now officially working on a new project: a novel.
Writing is like that for me. New stories creep up on me and, before I know it, before I even acknowledge it to myself, I'm working on them. This is certainly the case with the novel-not-yet-in-progress.
This story, if I can pull it off, will be my first novel since 2010. I'm intrigued by it. Not yet sure whether I can do it or how long it will take me to get there. And all of that tells me it's a story worth telling.
And, after all, it is fiction's turn. I've published my first non-fiction book (Catch and Kill) and finished the manuscript of the next poetry collection (Year of the Wasp), which is due out in the first half of 2016.
As for this work of fiction, there's no title as yet. As for the subject, I've been ruminating a great deal on the subject of vengeance of late.
To mark the occasion, here's the YouTube trailer to my last novel, The Norseman's Song, which is for sale here if you're interested.
Video trailer for Joel Deane's new novel.