It's still in concept, and has been for three years, so I'll just use its working initials: NT.
My brother and I began working on it together as a joint concept. We worked up plots, characters, I wrote some rough scenes, we talked about settings, where to take it, how to handle the storyline.
It's a futuristic space fantasy sci-fi, and from what we gather, while it's not a 100% original topic, it is a topic that hasn't been as deeply explored as we'd like, nor has it been explored to our satisfaction. Thus the little bit of secrecy on my part regarding the plot line.
A voice from the back: Hey Eric! Get to the fucking point!
All right, all right... fine.
NT is one of THOSE BOOKS!
If you write, and if you've written more than one or two novels (and I don't give a shit if it's published or not, just that you finished the book, and put all your effort into making it great), then you know what I mean. You probably have one of those books in your drawer.
See, I'm 100k words into the dang thing, and haven't even gotten started. I spun circles. Weightless. Battles. Over-blown dramatic scenes I can't stand to read. More corny kernels than Nebraska, more cheese than Wisconsin.
See, this post was supposed to be an EXCERPT from that book, but I can't find a good quote!
It's ~that bad~.
Yes. Truly. It's that bad.
But, I still believe the concept is sound, I just had the wrong voice, the wrong plot, the right characters, the right planet, the right setting, but the wrong storyteller.
My brother and I discussed it the other day at lunch, touched the topic.
You wanna get back to writing NT? I asked.
All right then.
But really, I'm still not sure I'm ready to get back into it. Not yet. Maybe later this summer, but not right this second.
It's just one uh dem books, eh, one uh dem books.