Y’all. I finished the first draft of my first book. (Some of you know this from reading my previous posts, sorry you’ve heard that a lot. haha) And that’s great! I’m so happy that I’m onto the next step. But also….that book was my BABY. It is my first “real” novel that I ever finished. Sure, I have 5-10 novels I’ve started over the past 10 years but those are ones I also abandoned. I never finished the story or maybe I never took it very far. I’ve been writing since I was in middle school and never had the determination or confidence to finish any of them. Until now! I know I had complete determination with this book. As I wrote, I knew I wanted this book to be finished, edited, marketed, and published. The whole 9-yards. I was and am determined.
Anyway, back to the fact that this book is my baby. So now that I’m in the editing process, waiting for feedback (which takes FOREVER…Patience is a virtue. *laughs nervously*), I am starting on my next book. OR SO I THOUGHT. I tried. I had, what I thought, was a great idea for my next novel. There was action and romance and sci-fi things that are impossible in real life and it was so cool!!! In my head it was! Then I tried writing it. Oh. My. If you write Sci-Fi, I give thee all the props because that is HARD. My first book is mostly drama and some romance. Everything that happens could really happen in real life. Alcoholism is real. Bad relationships are real. Falling in love is real. IT’S ALL REAL. Putting 10,000 words into my Sci-Fi novel was a struggle. I loved writing the dialogue and the descriptions of characters but so many things were hard for me to connect in the story line. So I decided to jump ship. But this time it is temporary. I hung a latter off the side and took a life boat. I will go back to that book someday and try again. Right now I think the books that want to be written by me are in a different genre. And that’s okay. I want to write books that want to be written. It is so hard to write books that don’t want to be written. It’s not enjoyable for the writer and that comes across on the pages, straight to the reader.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that I’m not giving up, but instead of fighting the wind in my sail, I’m letting it blow me in the direction it wants to go. Maybe the winds will shift in the future and I can try again. As for now, I’m starting a new book. That’s where the wind blows me. And I think it will be great! 🙂
Tell me about your own writing experiences! Or maybe your a reader – tell me what type of novels you enjoy reading. What’s one of your favorites?