Yesterday I took what I have written so far that has been through workshop, read by my professor and commented on, etc. I came up with a little over 100 pages when it needs to be closer to 280. The good thing is I have 100 pages on the meat of the story, starting when I first became really symptomatic through when I ran away to Louisiana.
So I need about 80 pages on my life before hand and 100 on my life afterwards. WIth varying degrees of episodes to talk about, I think I should get to the page count before the thesis year, which I hope to spend refining it.
So we will see. It will be a long process, but I think it will go well. The hope is to have a salable book out of it by the time I finish. I may have a novel as well taking two years of fiction workshop and forms. All I know is that it seems a long time away right now. I’m not quite halfway through the program.
We’re waiting on my mom and dad to pick up the youngest one and spend the better part of a week with them. They’ll come back Sunday. I think it’s going to rain the whole time, but maybe not, Maybe the tropical depression will spin out soon.