Writing for me, myself and I
I love to write. I love to write more than I love to eat, or sleep, or draw.
Which is saying something.
Writing is a way of escape and a way of expressing myself through something other than the spoken word. I'm anti-social and deathly afraid of moving through crowds for fear of someone knowing me and wanting to stop and chat.
But, writing, writing is difficult and a challenge and it keeps my mind occupied when I'm in a blue mood. I would love to be published one day, to have someone tell me that they have read my book and liked it, or could relate to it! But being published isn't whats important to me, its the writing itself that keeps me going back.
I've began so many stories, more than fifty 5,000 novel beginnings that I will never use but haven't the heart to get rid of. My one prize piece, the one that means so much to me, is my only completed novel. A very early draft of 'Obsidian Ink' with early ideas and weak characters that trail along a weak plot through a shadow of a city. 'Obsidian Ink' was about a girl who could teleport, and who was murdered, yet it was only at the end of the novel that we confront her killer and something comes of it. It took me about three months to write, from start to finish. And I couldn't have been happier.
Because it was PROOF, proof that I was capable of of completing something when I put my mind to it. And it boosted my confidence to no end. It also made me realise that I could be happy with writing a novel without the immediate pressure of getting it published as soon as possible.
And now, after more than a dozen beginnings, I'm finally re-writing 'Obsidian Ink'. Still with the main theme of superheroes and a heroine who can't control her anger and could hardly be called a heroine at all. I'm loving writing it, because I'm challenging myself with research and the style and getting the characters personalities down pat so you could recognize them by a phrase.
And now, without further ado, I'm going to go back and continue my novel.
Which is saying something.
Writing is a way of escape and a way of expressing myself through something other than the spoken word. I'm anti-social and deathly afraid of moving through crowds for fear of someone knowing me and wanting to stop and chat.
But, writing, writing is difficult and a challenge and it keeps my mind occupied when I'm in a blue mood. I would love to be published one day, to have someone tell me that they have read my book and liked it, or could relate to it! But being published isn't whats important to me, its the writing itself that keeps me going back.
I've began so many stories, more than fifty 5,000 novel beginnings that I will never use but haven't the heart to get rid of. My one prize piece, the one that means so much to me, is my only completed novel. A very early draft of 'Obsidian Ink' with early ideas and weak characters that trail along a weak plot through a shadow of a city. 'Obsidian Ink' was about a girl who could teleport, and who was murdered, yet it was only at the end of the novel that we confront her killer and something comes of it. It took me about three months to write, from start to finish. And I couldn't have been happier.
Because it was PROOF, proof that I was capable of of completing something when I put my mind to it. And it boosted my confidence to no end. It also made me realise that I could be happy with writing a novel without the immediate pressure of getting it published as soon as possible.
And now, after more than a dozen beginnings, I'm finally re-writing 'Obsidian Ink'. Still with the main theme of superheroes and a heroine who can't control her anger and could hardly be called a heroine at all. I'm loving writing it, because I'm challenging myself with research and the style and getting the characters personalities down pat so you could recognize them by a phrase.
And now, without further ado, I'm going to go back and continue my novel.