Mid-Siberian War-Explanation

Let me start by saying that this project was a failure in my eyes. Not a complete failure, mind you, but a failure, nonetheless. Why? Why, you ask, would this project be a failure? It entertained people, it made them laugh. That may be true, but to tell you the truth, it wasn't good enough. There were so many ideas, so many great ideas, I ended up not using. All because I got so sick of writing it. That's why it ended with words like finally, rather than with words of beauty. I got so sick of writing this damned mess. My back log of ideas is clogged because of this thing!
It all started in November of 2009. I entered NaNoWriMo, and that's what this thing was originally supposed to be, a 50,000-word novel. From the start, I promised myself that even if I didn't win, I would finish it, because the idea, in my mind, was so great. That, of course, turned out to be a big mistake. Originally, this was all one big, completely unbroken wall of text. Right, like I was going to be able to write a novel without chapters. November came and went, and my story was far from 50,000 words. But I still worked on it, because I had to. I promised myself it wouldn't be like all the other stories I started, but never finished. Later on, in December, I lost the original file. But, like the stubborn idiot I am, I remembered that I promised myself. So, I started again, this time releasing it in chapters. It's a lot better that way, of course, but really. I had to start all over again. It's taken from December until now to finish this damned thing, but it's done. The nightmare of commitment is over. And, of course, just when I get farther on the new version than I ever got on the old version, I regain the old file. Long story.
Earlier, I mentioned that I had so many ideas that didn't make it into the story. Some were forgotten, some I couldn't find a place for, and some, I just didn't want to include because I didn't want to write this anymore. One would be a back story about the Dwarven race decending from a tribe in the Mongol Empire, hence why they have Asian eyes. Another would be the jokes and taunting about the things the reader missed between the seventh and eighth chapters. Yet another would be more details on what happened to Frank, the Fairy Queen. I was undecided on what exactly should happen there, whether it should be a sad funeral scene or a scene of revolution, so I decided to leave it out altogether. Ivan was also, originally, supposed to play a bigger role in the story. But, unfortunately, laziness and being sick of the story coupled with uncertainty over what he needed to do made me decide not to do that. I was also going to have a different ending, where it was revealed that Roda was dreaming, but then I thought it would be so much more insane if it all turned out to be real (especially since I've been dropping hints that it's been a dream all along).
You may be asking yourselves if there were any times when I felt genuinally excited about writing this, and there have been. There truly were times when I was really into it. Unfortunately, all too often, it happened too close to my bedtime. For example, one night, I was really getting into it, typing away, stuck in perfect rhythm, but then my mother screamed at me to go to bed. Every time I get excited about a project, that's what she tells me. Then, when I go to bed and get up the next morning, my thought processes have gone kaput. Yes, I can get back into it, but it's extremely hard when you've just started working and somebody tells you to go to bed. Sleep is such an obstacle to my writing. That's the biggest one, in fact, not ideas, not grammar, but fucking sleep schedules. Why? What's the point in sleeping when I can be creating something? I don't care about my health. If I cared about my health, I wouldn't be fat, nor would I be refusing to go outside. If she lets me eat all that unhealthy junk food and allows me to lead a sedentary lifestyle, she should allow me to stay up as long as I please. I'm rambling. I'll stop now, before I start repeating myself.
Now, then, what, you might be asking, is this story all about? Well, obviously, it's about two nations of mythical creatures at war, but it's supposed to mirror the conflict between Israel and Palestine. I wanted to show that both sides were evil, but there were two problems with that. One, I didn't know exactly how to go about doing it, so I decided to not try to do anything with a Dwarven revolution. Two, I was, once again, sick of writing this. So, yeah, unfortunately, it now looks almost as if I'm firmly on Palestine's side, which I'm not. I'm not on either side. Both sides are evil at the top. Both sides, at the top, anyways, seem to want to totally and completely annhialate each other. That's something I wanted to show, but I didn't know how.
So this is my story. I hope you enjoyed it, because if nobody enjoyed it, I will have used all that effort for nothing. What's next on the list of things to do? Well, I'm going to start my novel, but i'm going to be far more relaxed about it than I was about Mid-Siberian War. I have to sell that one, which is a pity, since I want my works to be free, but I'll still be working on projects for this inbetween. I hope to take you so many places, and make you go through so many emotions. I hope to stir up your mind, and make you think. Finally, I hope to make you a better person. If I have inspired one person, that will make me happy.