I am sick of writing my serial.
There, I’ve said it.
This week, I’ve resolved to crank this puppy out as fast as humanly possible, because I fear it has taken over my writing life. I haven’t written a piece of fiction in months other than episodes of Glixman in a Fix.
Can I just kill off Mendel’s Aunt Rina?
If I didn’t have readers come over to me every couple weeks and tell me how much they look forward to each episode, I think I would have thrown in the towel already.
I have a bad, baaaaaad feeling that some editor will approach me as soon as this serial is done and ask me to write another. And I will have to exercise self-control and say, “No,” even though it’s nice consistent money (as Mr. K. likes to remind me), and all the Binah Bunch readers in L.A. will stop me in the street and guilt trip me. (“But Mrs. Klempner, why did you have to finish up the story so fast? That other serial went on for 74 episodes!”) I just don’t think I can do this again any time soon.
I’m not even sure that I’m doing such a good job, but the kiddos keep approaching me with “Why did Mendel do that?” and “Please, Mrs. Klempner, PLEASE tell me what happens next week!” so I guess at least some of the readers are hooked.
You can tell me to cultivate patience. You can tell me the end is in sight. All I want to do right now is eat chocolate and finish the serial off.
Sigh.
And with that, I’m off to work on Episode 38.
Please share in the comments if you’ve ever started a writing project you felt would never end? Did you finish it? Were you happy with it afterward? Brownie points for comments by people who have published serials themselves.
