So, I abandoned the novel. For a millisecond I thought I should feel bad about it, but I don’t. It isn’t like I ditched it forever. It is still incubating in my brain, and I actually think it needs to incubate for quite awhile longer. Mainly though, all of my unfinished short stories have been taunting me to finish them. Crazy bastards! So, my thesis is now going to be a collection of shorts.

I think this may work out better for me anyway. A sense of closure on what I’ve been working on for the past 4-5 years may be beneficial to my psyche as well as to my writing. And I am currently working on a new short story that involves a situation that has been incubating in my brain for longer than the novel bits (which are just about a 1/2 year old or so.)

I sat in on a friend’s thesis defense yesterday and it wasn’t as scary as I imagined it would be. I think I might be okay afterall. At least that’s what I keep telling myself.