Reasons I’ll Never – and I mean NEVER – Write a Novel

It’s a melodramatic scene lifted straight from a literary version of an AA meeting. And it’s been jangling around in my head for some time.

A dozen or so institutional-grey metal chairs are positioned strategically in a ‘covered wagons’ style semi-circle. While clearing their throats and taking in a series of quick breaths, one by one each occupant of the chairs first stands, introduces themselves and then utters the most dreaded, god-awful phrase they prayed they’d never hear themselves say – “I’m a writer… but I’m never going to write a novel”.

Does it even need saying the undisputed Holy Grail of the literary world is without doubt the long-form novel? This Everest of words, this most prized version of narrative nirvana is the benchmark for success for writers world wide. And it’s been that way since at least as far back as the 18th century.

Yet sadly I will never know the triumph of this unique form of extended self-torture. For now all eyes have come to rest expectantly on the one person in their grey metal chair yet to rise. That person is me. Mustering every morsel of mouse-courage I have, I stand, blink rapidly for a few seconds and then hear myself say in a low but surprisingly calm voice – “My name is Glen Donaldson and I am never going to write a novel”.

AND HERE’S WHY…

Not counting life itself, I’m not known for my participation in ultra-marathon events.

As much as I love words – and it’s taken me some time to realize this – what I love more is ideas. The shiny, unclouded purity of ideas – especially the good ones – before they’re translated into mere words – is for me where the real magic lies.
Whether those ideas come from the field of medicine, philosophy, aeronautics, sport, the construction industry – it matters not. But good and even great ideas alone, as any writer will tell you, don’t necessarily make, or in most cases, come even close to making a worth-ploughing through novel.

File this one under ‘C’ for consideration if you like. I have more respect for other people’s time than to try to foist my at best mediocre hobby writing on them in a gargantuan, read-a-thon-sized dose.

Last time I attempted that – with a mere peanut-sized short story – sent in the general direction of a couple of my nearest and dearest (should have known better!) I got something close to the following response…

The number of self-published books released annually topped the one million mark back in 2017. Each year that has followed, another at least one million ‘amateur’ offerings – each one no doubt representing some budding author’s much-sweated over and loved literary pride and joy – have hit a market that, thirty years back, would have been labelled ‘super-soaked’.

In other words, every man and his dog, cat and frill-fested canary not only firmly believes they have a book in them but is now actually going ahead and writing that book. To go through the effort of grinding out 80 000 words with the lofty ambition of actually entertaining other human beings, I would want to be rewarded with no less than the keys to the city.

Throw in a couple of boast-worthy accolades like a TIME magazine cover or two and … let’s dream big here… a six figure cash advance, and I might actually begin thinking all the toil and agony and hand-wringing it would take to produce that number of artistically sculpted words might be worth it.

But to embark on an intrepid word journey of this mind-frying magnitude only to be greeted at the end of it all with just a handful of obligatory family and friends cheers and slaps on the back, deafening silence from anyone else and a mere 250 digital copies sold (that’s the average number of sales IN ITS LIFETIME for a self-published, digital only book) – is simply – ‘in my book’ not worth the effort – not to mention the self-abuse and self-delusion it would take to pull that feat off.

Three little words – one big problem: SAGGING MIDDLE SYNDROME. Let’s take the last novel I read as an example. THE THURSDAY MURDER CLUB by Richard Osman was published in 2020. The first 80 pages of that story are possibly among the most perfectly manicured, witty and polished prose I have ever had the good fortune to read. And then I hit the sagging middle – all 50 000 words of it.

Result? That story and I parted ways long before the final chapter. Do I really want to inflict my sagging middle, and for that matter probably sagging beginning and end as well, on unsuspecting punters? Some people would call that being considerate.

Rather controversially I’ve now reached the conclusion that gifted writers are born not made. I can train and train until I’m sleep-deprived and I will NEVER EVER make it as an Olympic runner. I simply do not have that within me.

Likewise with writing. There are whole galaxies of on-line courses, books and personal writing mentors happy to try to convince me they can turn me into a better writer. And, in one sense, they’re all probably write…er, right.

Thing is that degree of ‘better’ is still not going to be anywhere near good enough – no matter how much money I hand over or how long I stick at it – to write something of a sustained length like a fully-blown novel that will actually do what it sets out to do – entertain the socks off people.

Which leads me to my next point…

Via ‘duty reads’, I’ve trudged through at least a couple of full length novels over the years written by hobby writers. While I admired the tenacity of those people to pen that many words, as a reading experience they were – how to put it? – carob-coated to say the least. And I have zero reason to think I could do any better.

I’m acquainted with a person who wrote a god-awful heaving mass of black and white pudding he deemed a novel (it’s ok, I know this person doesn’t read this blog) only to have the good sense to realize he should stop after the one go at it.

That person has since turned their attention to short story writing and morphed themselves into a short-story writing teacher. Make of that what you will.

And speaking of short stories, let’s consider for a moment the harsh-reality, unforgiving maths. The time and effort it would take someone the likes of me to amass 80 000 words for a novel – would be far more pleasurably spent producing 80 separate, one-thousand-word short stories. And that’s something I know I could do.

For someone with as short attention span as mine to be stuck with the same characters and scenarios for a full one to two years – the time it would take to write such a monstrosity from start to finish – is an excruciating, pain-ridden thought.

Stephen King said it best in ON WRITING (2000) – “The feel of the new – nothing beats it”. I recognise I derive far too much enjoyment from that feeling of wrapping up a project and moving on to the next one to get bogged down with the same story going round and round in my head for months and years.

If I look at my own reading tastes, I’m a non-fiction guy head to toe. For every novel I’ve made a start on (note I stop short of actually committing to using the word ‘read’) I’ve devoured 30 non-fiction works – biographies, memoirs, true accounts of war-time battles etc.

With a lopsided ratio like that, the odds are further stacked in favour of me never writing a goddamn.. what do you call it… novel doorstop!?

If you thought I’d trot out the old chestnut about not having enough time to write a novel, you’d be wrong. But don’t think it didn’t cross my mind.

Just the other week I had a completely brilliant short story of mine (tee hee) knocked back by one of those super serious on-line lit mags with 12 monthly readers. This little word concoction of mine took all of about three days to chisel out so the fact it didn’t get a thumbs up, well… no biggie.

But imagine spending a year or so pouring your heart and soul into writing a gosh darn walloping great novel and having that knocked back a couple of hundred times to the point where you completely gave up on the idea of it ever seeing the light of day for an audience.

Yeah, that’s gonna hurt.

Before Jim Carrey there was Jerry Lewis. I’m guessing neither of them like rejection…

Why deny it? I enjoy the background research aspect that frequently underscores good fiction writing – the journalism component if you will – way too much!

The thought of having to go off on a never-ending series of writing tangents all in the name of a multi-layered plot and just so I can make the 80 – 100 000 word length, leaves me, I don’t mind saying, absolutely stone frigging cold.

The disproportionately large ‘filler’ component of so many novels reminds me of some of the music albums I used to buy as a teenager. One, or two if you were really lucky, decent tracks and the rest unlistenable and just plain lousy.

I reckon we’ve all read a novel or three that goes into passionate detail about certain events that ultimately have no bearing on the plot. The reader is essentially mislead into believing that future events will relate back to these things, leading to confusion when apparently significant happenings vanish like a stone into a lake.

Would I want to do that to unsuspecting readers? I would not. Consideration, once again, wins out!

If ‘getting my name out there’ via publication of a novel was ever the goal, I know now I’d have far more chance of hooking an audience and finding maybe a slither of fame along the way through writing by becoming the neighbourhood graffiti artist.

There are many reasons why people write. And by write I mean creatively. For me, above all else, the act of writing is a thought release. It gives my hounddog mind something to latch on to.

As far as writing ambition goes, these days I’m pretty much kicking a ball around the local park – not someone trying to make the New Zealand All Blacks (football team).

To use another analogy, I’m just a guy strumming his guitar in his bedroom – while now and then pretending his hairbrush is a microphone – not someone trying to make it on Broadway.

So novel? Who needs one of those?

My final reason for knowing I’ll never write a novel may very well supplant all the other reasons combined. And that reason is… I can’t! I simply don’t have it in me to write something of that magnitude with the accompanying complexity of your average computer’s internal wiring, circuit boards and hard disks combined.

How do I know this? Because I’ve tried.

And just in case anyone may have received the mistaken impression this post was tinged with the crestfallen tone of hurt and bummed-out defeat, may I point out the title of this blog was most definitely NOT – Reasons I’ll Never – And I Mean NEVER – Write A Book.

10 thoughts on “Reasons I’ll Never – and I mean NEVER – Write a Novel

  1. All I can say after reading that Glen is its good to know your limits in life. Writing a novel would be like climbing up Everest – it could be done but you might not be alive at the end of it.

    I don’t know how Danielle Steel has written 179 books – 146 of those being novels. That just blows my mind. I think what you said is right – writers are born not made.

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  2. This Clint clip might go a full three minutes but no one needs to go past the 32 second mark to hear the immortal words of wisdom – “A good man always knows his limitations”.

    I might not in the past have known mine but these days I reckon I’m pretty knowledgeable on the subject. Hills and slopes I don’t mind but I no longer aspire to be some kind of ‘pack-ya-oxygen-mask’ Everest climber.

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  3. I wrote a novel once. I quite enjoyed writing it but as soon as I finished it I knew I didn’t have the remotest interest in editing it or re-writing it, and apparently that is the done thing with novels. I still self-published because, y’know, everyone does that these days, but I’ve never had the audacity to actually charge money for it. It did once get quite a positive review (four out of a possible five stars) from someone who appears to have actually ploughed through it and that still makes me weirdly happy.

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  4. Then my hat is completely tipped in your honour James if you are in that elite club of those who’ve actually run an ultra-marathon and written a fair-dinkum novel. It’s just something I know I could never do – that’s if I still wanted to keep my sanity.

    Any chance you could tell me the name of your novel, then I might be able to ‘search it up’?

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  5. Even though everyone thinks Socrates came up with “Know thyself,” he didn’t, but if he was reading your blog right now, I think he’d be very pleased with the arc of your thought process.
    You know yourself well. At least in the writing arena.
    And since my sister-in-law, who never did any, studied it, or showed an ounce of interest in writing in her life recently announced that she was thinking of writing a novel….I have to thank you for your introspection. Although I do still think it’s a loss. My sister-in-law should be engaging in closer self-scrutiny on this topic, not you, lol !!
    I think it’s a good argument about slaving over something and getting very little back; but consider this for a moment. Why not a novella? Some of them are basically just long short stories! You could whip it off, barely break a sweat, and just go straight to publishers.
    Then again…if Socrates was here, he’d be telling me to shut up. “Know thyself, Stacey. Stop trying to undo Glen’s knowing!”
    The funniest satiric cartoon you have up there is the one saying thanks for the submission and that they’re preparing the rejection letter right away. I can’t blame people for going the self-publishing route.
    But I DO blame them for not knowing what punctuation is and/or how to proof-read their stuff (or get somebody else to do it). Unforgivable!

    (According to masterclass.com: A novella is a fictional piece between a short story and a novel with anywhere from 10,000 to 40,000 words. There’s an even narrower story option—the novelette—that has a word count between 7,500 and 17,000 words) *wink, grin*

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  6. Three weeks ago I entered a short story writing contest.
    https://www.writerscentre.com.au/blog/furious-fiction-february-2021-winner-and-shortlist/

    The maximum length for stories was 500 words. This is a monthly competition with a first prize of $500. For the second month in a row I made the ‘longlist’ – which essentially means according to the judges my story was one of the 60 best from over 1500 entries received that month. I read a number of the Top 6 printed entries and frankly found it a task reading to the end of some of those since, even at just 500 words, my interest had trailed off well before the end.

    The longest story I’ve ever written was 4000 words in length and I reckon my average is about 700. In the writing world I’m just not a long distance competitor. For that to change, something – or maybe several things – would have to shift inside my psyche – which while not impossible, I can’t see happening at present. Never say never though. Ooops. Too late! I think there were a couple of NEVER’s in the title of that blog post of mine…

    Ps. Huge quota of brownie points btw for the ability to quote the great grand-daddy of all ancient Greek philosophers Socrates!

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  8. Yeah, I gotcha. You know what you want! Things COULD shift…but nothing at the moment supports going in for the long haul.
    Man, I hate writing contests! I have to check out your link. What is it–the winners?
    I’ve done the same thing–entered contests and then not been 100% bowled over by some of the winners. I know it’s not sour grapes, ’cause I HAVE liked many that I read, they grabbed me, they moved me, I applaud them. But others….? Maybe I’m missing the point. Who knows!
    As for Socrates, I have some advice for him: stop stealing sh** from Egypt and claiming it as your own!!
    (He probably didn’t do it himself; just the passage of time probably made that happen)

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  9. PS: Just went into the writing contest link. I thought the winner was pretty good, but I wasn’t personally “stopped in my tracks” (as the judges put it). But congrats on getting long-listed. Out of 1,500 or more entries, that’s impressive.

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  10. Thanks for saying that Stacey.

    I’m always reluctant to criticize the winning entries of a writing contest I may have entered myself since, as I think you put it in another comment, it’s liable to come across as ‘sour-grapes’.

    I’ll put it out there though that I reckon I’m amongst the first to heap praise on something I think is so well written it may resemble something akin to a sublime word sculpture channeled from a higher plain. But in all honesty, I can’t say I laid eyes on any sublime word sculptures amongst that Top 6.

    For anyone else that would like to weigh in, here again is the link to this short story writing competition that offered a first prize of $500 –
    https://www.writerscentre.com.au/blog/furious-fiction-february-2021-winner-and-shortlist/

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