During my should-be-writing years, I thought about my novel all the time. Increasingly, these were not happy or satisfying thoughts. My “novel” (which had started to wear its own air quotes in my head) became something closer to enemy than lover. A person and his creative work exist in a relationship very much like a marriage: When it’s good, it’s very good, and when it’s bad, it’s ugly. And when it’s been bad for a long, long time, you start to think about divorce.
Daniels’s essay has been making the rounds on the internets, and reactions have varied from “So true!” to “Quit yer whining!” Read the full post at Slate, and tell us: Do you sympathize with the plight of the 10-year novelist? Is this just par for the course? Or do 10-year novelists just need to learn to buckle down?