~I can hardly hear you say . . . .~
Confession time . . .
I have first-page syndrome. Big-time. I just can't get the words out. Something's stopping me. Like I said earlier, I have this awesome idea, but no clue about the character to put in the story. And Erin, I was going to do what you said, and just start writing, but knowing me, if I did that, I'd end up writing it as if it was myself. And I know that every character has some of its author, but I don't want to make it into a journal entry. Fiction. It's supposed to made up...
Everytime I go to start writing, I draw a blank. Darn Microsoft Word with that blinking cursor.
I keep winding up back at FictionPress, staring at Grains of Sand. How comforting it is, to see all those words there, already on the screen. A story already started. The thirty-nine reviews, proof that it's established. It's the closest to a book I've ever had. Flipping between the chapters I can almost believe it could be one day.
Why can't I just start this? I can't even think of a name for my main character. I don't know what's she's like, I just know the main thing of what happens to her.
Even writing this, I guess I know what I need to do. I do need to just start writing. I'm never going to get over this if I don't, I know that. And even if it starts out being almost autobiographical, that's okay, because it'll take turns I never could and become completely different.
Right?
How sad is it that the name I think fits most for my female main character is Jessica? Jessi, actually. Like Jesse in Grains of Sand. I didn't realize that until just now. And you know what else? I don't care. I'm keeping the name, because it fits.
Yeah. I am just that pathetic. I can't get over a freaking STORY.
I have first-page syndrome. Big-time. I just can't get the words out. Something's stopping me. Like I said earlier, I have this awesome idea, but no clue about the character to put in the story. And Erin, I was going to do what you said, and just start writing, but knowing me, if I did that, I'd end up writing it as if it was myself. And I know that every character has some of its author, but I don't want to make it into a journal entry. Fiction. It's supposed to made up...
Everytime I go to start writing, I draw a blank. Darn Microsoft Word with that blinking cursor.
I keep winding up back at FictionPress, staring at Grains of Sand. How comforting it is, to see all those words there, already on the screen. A story already started. The thirty-nine reviews, proof that it's established. It's the closest to a book I've ever had. Flipping between the chapters I can almost believe it could be one day.
Why can't I just start this? I can't even think of a name for my main character. I don't know what's she's like, I just know the main thing of what happens to her.
Even writing this, I guess I know what I need to do. I do need to just start writing. I'm never going to get over this if I don't, I know that. And even if it starts out being almost autobiographical, that's okay, because it'll take turns I never could and become completely different.
Right?
How sad is it that the name I think fits most for my female main character is Jessica? Jessi, actually. Like Jesse in Grains of Sand. I didn't realize that until just now. And you know what else? I don't care. I'm keeping the name, because it fits.
Yeah. I am just that pathetic. I can't get over a freaking STORY.