That is where it all starts right? “I have this idea for a book.” Then, you sit down to write what you believe is to be the next masterpiece and realize that writing a story is not as linear as you might think. Point A to point B, chapter 1 to chapter 30 all written from beginning to end. Not.So.Much.
At the beginning of my idea which actually was years ago, I sat down and began to type. Looking back at those written words, it is quite hilarious at my attempts at writing an actual novel. How easy I thought it would be to take an idea from my head and put all those ideas onto paper. How easy I thought it would be to develop characters and plot and depth. How easy I thought it would be to take my own life experiences and add them to a story. And then I thought, how hard could it be to send my story into a few publishers and get it published? So.Very.Hard.
Now that years have passed my idea for a story remains mostly in my head. This glorious story that I am dying to see come to complete fruition stays invisible to all but me. Now I ask myself; how do I get this thing done? Light bulb! Nanowrimo must be the answer. Yet again, my attempts at writing a novel have nearly flat lined.
Not to say that I haven’t been able to write a few more words or formulate a more concrete idea. Getting on the Nanowrimo bandwagon has at least given me a push that I have yet to experience. Now all they places that I had little bits of my story written down have been compiled into a complete docx file. Is it actually happening? My story now has over 17,000 words that somewhat have a viable pathway to an actual story. But, will I make it to the golden mark of 50,000 words? Enough to maybe win Nanowrimo? Probably not. And now I am finding that I am okay with that.
I am okay with knowing that although it would be fantastic to have completed my fabulous idea for a book, I have done more in the last few weeks than I have done in years. I am okay with knowing that my skills as a writer are getting better with simply writing this blog and practicing a little whenever I can. I am okay with knowing there is a gigantic chance that when I do finish this story, no one else may actually ever see it’s lovely pages. I am okay with knowing it is hard as hell to write an actual novel but no matter how long it takes, I have to continue to try.
Trying to be a writer is hard. Enough said, but it sure has been a wonderful ride.
Just keep swimming right?