Since my early teens, I have felt compelled to write. Write what? Something/Anything...day dreams, wishful thinking, stories as they occur to me. My problem is that eventually I peter out on what I am writing. I think I finished one story ONCE. It turned out to be a poorly written, Harlequin-esque type of story. Not that there is anything wrong with Harlequin. They are often entertaining to my mind. But, the poorly written part was the problem. Heck, if it had been well-written, I might have submitted it to be published and earned a pittance for my efforts.
But, I want to do more, do better than that. I've heard published writers say they write because they must write. I think I've been so fearful of not being able to finish that I remain hesitant to even start. I think now that I may finally, finally have a story-line that must be written. The initial paragraph haunted me for weeks. I got around to putting it on paper and it grew into a whole chapter. But, upon completing Chapter Two, my characters stopped speaking to me. The work sat for weeks, months really.
Two nights ago, the characters started speaking to me again. First, they whispered, one at a time. Next, they spoke together and their insistance became louder and louder. Being the middle of the night, I refused to get up. The next day, I sat down and began to write. Chapter Three suddenly appeared and today Chapter Four came to light.
Anyway...this blog is about my journey to completion of this work and subsequent re-writes and hopefully eventually the efforts to get it published. Who knows, maybe the ideas will keep coming and this will become a blog about the beginning and continuation of a writing career. One can hope.
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