Most of my meta-writing thoughts are about how, rather than why.
Why I write seemed obvious. Because I want to; it makes me happy. Five Lies made me re-consider all that.
Five Lies (which I wrote) was part of the Ottawa Fringe Festival, hence my recent hiatus. We sold out our 35 seat venue (a pub basement) almost every night. The actors and director did an amazing job with our limited space. We got great reviews. Audiences seemed to like the thing.
Each night of our 8-night run, I stood at the back and watched. That was cool.
It just wasn't satisfying.
It wasn't satisfying, I think, because I want to write a novel. Novels have been my friends all my life. I need to produce one. Its just really, really hard. Probably because I care about it so much.
More than I cared about Five Lies.
Back to the drawing board.
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