Steve says he now knows he’s a novelist. There are some people in my general acquaintance who fit this bill naturally. (I’m looking at you, Chris East!)
I know that there are people who can do both. I’m one of them, but I have a very hard time staying within the constraints of one episode. When I wrote, oh, lessee, “O-Taga-San” I could tell you how the mother and father met, why the grandfather ran away. Who cares? It’s not essential in the narrative, but I know it. Anyway, I really worked hard at staying on one track in that story.
When I wrote the werewolf novella, I have a whole huge back history for three of the main characters, where they come from and what they want. Who cares in the context of the novella? I didn’t work so hard, and things leaked in.
Well, it turns out that people read these things, and they say, hunh. What about this? Or this? I think we need more information. And suddenly I’m into a novel.
As I look over Dr. Doyle’s points, I see a lot that’s familiar. Subplots, digressions, lots of characters, consequences, expanse. Let’s just call this thing a spade. I’m a novelist.
Which I like. I admire all the short story writers of the world. But yeah. I’m cut from a different cloth.
And next writing session, I’m going to go back to plotting my 5 book, 4 generation, 90 year family saga. Book one. And I mean it. I really don’t care what happened to Carlo’s father. Book one! Only about the Klarions. Not the Borgias!
Oh, damn. I do care. 😀