“The Novelist Laments in Verse”

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A screencap of a sonnet titled "The Novelist Laments in Verse" by Marie Brennan: Shall I compare me to a wrung-out rag? I am more limp, more grimy, and more drained. The labor of a novel makes me sag; my fervor for this enterprise has waned. Sometimes -- ofttimes -- I’ve craved a restful week, in which no scenes or chapters I compose, no useful details in my reading seek: but sans those things, a novel never grows. So my eternal labor must go on, in word by word and day by tiresome day, until the moment when, quite pale and wan, I can, arm raised in feeblest triumph, say: I may be brain-dead and completely beat, but after all these months, my book’s complete.

(I have finished a draft of The Worst Monk in Omnu, just in time to kick back for the holidays!)

One Response to ““The Novelist Laments in Verse””

  1. Jeremy Brett

    Brava! Congratulations!

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