I’m writing a book. It’s kind of silly, kind of amateurish, and I kind of love it. The plot is something I’ve been spinning in my head for years, and not too long ago decided to finally write down.
I have forty-one pages of scribblings so far. The moment I realized that my simple document on a computer screen had turned into a window, perhaps even a door, to a whole other world, I began to feel dizzy. I’ve become emotionally invested in these characters, answering to their names even, and I feel responsibility for them! Often when I tell people I’m writing a novel, they ask many questions like, “Do you have an outline planned out yet?” or “How many types of conflict do you have so far?” or “Well, that’s nice, dear, but do you actually think you’ll finish it?”
Ick, ick, ick. Can’t stand those questions. First of all, since when did there become a formula for a good book? Since when did a good book have a certain plot scheme, a certain protagonist, a certain title, a certain length, a certain setting, et cetera? I think a good book should come straight from the author, untainted by the opinions of Literature text books and Writing professors. It may help to some degree, but true literature is fancy written, then edited. That’s the approach I’m hoping to cultivate with my book.
Secondly, I’m not writing this to have it published. I’m not even writing to finish it. I’ve taken Melinda Haynes’ words to heart, “Forget all the rules. Forget about being published. Write for yourself and celebrate writing.” I have started a bajillion books before, dreaming of creating the next great novel and becoming a teenage author, and of course each and every one of them has gotten to a whopping seven pages or something like that. One midnight this July, as I was lying in bed trying to sleep, the urge to write hit me. I dressed, and wrote for a good many hours straight, not knowing what the next chapter, page, or even paragraph held. I wasn’t writing to get anywhere, finish anything, or accomplish anything. I was just writing, and for once that was enough.
Listening to: Yael Naim – Far Far
Reading: Robinson Crusoe by Daniel Defoe
Learning: the capitals of Europe. I’m using this quiz and my highest score is 98% Can you beat my score?