Castle of Glass

Out of the blue, on November 8, I jumped into writing a novel for National Novel Writing Month, having zero expectation of finishing because even when I had a full 30 days I rarely got the job done. Fueled by Diet Pepsi, insomnia, and Linkin Park, I've reached 42,000 words and counting by today, the home stretch.

I have no idea if the story or the writing are excellent or complete rubbish. I can't be objective. I only know it's the most exhaustive, draining fun I've had in ages. There are a billion problems and edits to make, but I believe in the story this time. Whether or not it's a bestseller, it has worth to me.

The finished story will be much larger than 50,000 words, so the midnight deadline doesn't have a lot of meaning. My real deadline is to finish the rough draft by the end of the year, and to edit it into something worth sharing by springtime.

I've had many favorite songs over the years. This is the current one. No one offers writing fuel like Linkin Park.

CASTLE OF GLASS
Linkin Park

Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again

Fly me up on a silver wing
Past the black where the sirens sing
Warm me up in a nova's glow
And drop me down to the dream below

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see

Bring me home in a blinding dream,
Through the secrets that I have seen
Wash the sorrow from off my skin
And show me how to be whole again

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything else I need to be

'Cause I'm only a crack in this castle of glass
Hardly anything there for you to see
For you to see
For you to see