HIM
He spilled himself on me
I wanted him to fill me
To feel me
Drowning on this brackish water
Sinking
Like a stone
He chips away at me
Bit, by bit, by bit....
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
My First Novel
Hello. It's strange, starting a blog was never something I had an interest in doing but I read that it's something I should do so here it is. If nothing ever comes from this I can officially say that I'm beyond proud of myself for this moment here, right now. I've just finished my first novel. No, it's not published yet, I honestly haven't even begun any of the necessary steps that would achieve this goal and yet... I feel accomplished. I wrote a novel.
I can easily say I've been on a writer's high for the last week. I'm not sure if that's a thing but if runner's get to be high then why can't I? I mean I suppose I could go about it in other ways but what I'm talking about here is something free of pharmaceuticals, something that I achieved all on my own.
I've always wanted to be a writer, back since I was five years old and I wrote my first story about a young girl who travels through a mysterious door back to the time of dinosaurs. It was written on yellow legal paper and was mostly illustrations because I didn't really know how to write actual words but I think my mama still has it somewhere and I still remember the story.
I've always wanted to write.
But it's hard to actually do it. To find the commitment to sit in front of the computer every day and hammer out the images dancing in my head, to force them into words that make these images come to life. I've started dozens of stories but this one I actually finished. And I like it.
So yeah, I'm pretty proud of myself.
It's a fantasy novel.
I've always had an interest in magic. I think deep down it's because I've always wanted a little magic in my life. I'm so lucky to have found a way to capture that. The process of writing this book has been magical and if nothing else happens I'll always have that.
It still needs a title.
While writing it I pushed the idea of worrying over a title out of my head and instead focused on getting the story out. But now that it's done the worry has returned. The saying is that one should never judge a book by its cover...but its title? I know when I'm searching for a new book from a new author a catchy title is what draws me in.
The thought terrifies me. I thought writing and finishing (still amazed I finished it) a novel was the hard part. But now that it's done there's so much more to stress about. What will I name it? Will it get published? What if I find a great title AND it get's published but no one ever buys it? Or worse, what if people don't like it?
Yes I have lots to worry about (thank God for wine) but for the moment I am happy to push these worries aside because I wrote a novel. And, for now, that's enough for me.
I can easily say I've been on a writer's high for the last week. I'm not sure if that's a thing but if runner's get to be high then why can't I? I mean I suppose I could go about it in other ways but what I'm talking about here is something free of pharmaceuticals, something that I achieved all on my own.
I've always wanted to be a writer, back since I was five years old and I wrote my first story about a young girl who travels through a mysterious door back to the time of dinosaurs. It was written on yellow legal paper and was mostly illustrations because I didn't really know how to write actual words but I think my mama still has it somewhere and I still remember the story.
I've always wanted to write.
But it's hard to actually do it. To find the commitment to sit in front of the computer every day and hammer out the images dancing in my head, to force them into words that make these images come to life. I've started dozens of stories but this one I actually finished. And I like it.
So yeah, I'm pretty proud of myself.
It's a fantasy novel.
I've always had an interest in magic. I think deep down it's because I've always wanted a little magic in my life. I'm so lucky to have found a way to capture that. The process of writing this book has been magical and if nothing else happens I'll always have that.
It still needs a title.
While writing it I pushed the idea of worrying over a title out of my head and instead focused on getting the story out. But now that it's done the worry has returned. The saying is that one should never judge a book by its cover...but its title? I know when I'm searching for a new book from a new author a catchy title is what draws me in.
The thought terrifies me. I thought writing and finishing (still amazed I finished it) a novel was the hard part. But now that it's done there's so much more to stress about. What will I name it? Will it get published? What if I find a great title AND it get's published but no one ever buys it? Or worse, what if people don't like it?
Yes I have lots to worry about (thank God for wine) but for the moment I am happy to push these worries aside because I wrote a novel. And, for now, that's enough for me.
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