So this weekend, after many weeks of neglect, I finally dusted off the “novel-in-progress” (I’m using the term loosely) and re-read the first nine chapters to see if it’s worth continuing to work on.
I think it is. I have no idea if it’s structurally coherent — I suspect it’s kind of a mess in that regard, actually — but I enjoyed reading it and was a little miffed there was no ending.
So I’m going to finish it. Eventually. I even managed to write up the next eight chapters’ worth of plot, in skeleton form, anyway. I’m trying not to think about whether it’s publishable. I just want to be able, someday, to dig it out of my trunk and read it through and not have it stop in the middle on me. 🙂