The way my book is going right now, 130 years sounds about right... if it ever gets finished (let alone published) at all. Why you ask? Because I'm just not that into it any more.
Why you ask? (Jesus, you're nosy.) Because I've developed a serious case of indifference made worse by my new TV pilot idea and a deflated interest in literature for which I blame on summertime, various magazine subscriptions and a vitamin B12 deficiency.
Anyhoo, if my passion for my book ever does return, here's the timeline I'm looking at:
August 1, 2011: Emily opens manuscript to tackle latest round of revisions.
August 2, 2011: Emily gives up because writing is hard.
August 3, 2011: New crop of track marks appear on Emily's left arm.
August 4, 2011: Emily disappears without a trace. (Her Kelly Clarkson collection also goes missing.)
July 7, 2012: Emily returns to Toronto, 15 pounds heavier, with blue hair and an Angolan accent.
July 10, 2012: Emboldened after watching old Susan Powter laser discs, Emily shaves blue head and throws herself into revisions once more.
November 3, 2012: Emily finishes revisions. Eats soy ice cream (strawberry) + cone (gluten-free) in celebration.
November 6, 2012: Emily lands new dream job, rocks a size two, feels fabulous and finds perfect happiness. (Thank you, Susan!)
January 5, 2013: Emily re-reads latest revision.
January 6, 2013: Emily admitted into psych ward at Toronto General.
June 8, 2141: Emily's novel gets published (posthumously) by Mars-Made-Editions, a new imprint of intergalactic publisher, Books by Dead Earthlings.
What about you, dear reader? Have you ever lost interest in your own writing project? How did you handle it?