Okay okay okay. I haven’t been able to update you with my crazy rants and musings about life the past week, well the past WEEKS. Sorry. I’ve been busy writing. What’s new about that? I do write. YES, articles and blog entries for other people everyday but this is different- it’s something way out of my comfort zone.
I’m writing a literary fiction. *cringe*
photo from anavar-immela, via thewritershelpers
It’s not my forte I know. Much like poetry, I read more than write them but I thought tis the year to challenge myself. I’ve had this idea and have been scribbling drafts for awhile. By ‘awhile’ I mean 16 years but I never found the courage to organize them and actually write the chapters because I was really terrified- mostly of sucking but also of the possible transference in the characters. That fear got the better of me so all I have of all those years of daydreaming and imagining characters are doodles on the sides of some scenes I thought would be too cool not to at least write down.
Then I just decided I wanna do it. I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK.
It doesn’t have to get picked up by some major publishing house (that would be great though) but I just really wanna put it out there. I want to put my daydreaming to rest and actually make something out of it.
So here I am struggling… enjoying every moment but still struggling.
If you have any tips, words of encouragement, moral support whatsoever, I’d be so happy to hear them.