So it begins

Jun 29

It appears that I am writing a book. A book!

So, you know, there’s that.

Yep, after days, months, and years of talking about it, I am finally following my heart (as well as several other, less cliche, body parts) and putting pen (er, fingers) to paper (um, keyboard). It’s pretty exciting! Exhilarating in a totally petrifying sense.

No, I don’t have any kind of deal struck with a major publisher. I’ve never written a full-length novel before. I’ve barely even written more than 10 pages of fiction, I’m pretty sure, and the last time I did was when my senior year of college. But I do write, every day. I write this blog, in fact. I also write this column for the Falls Church News-Press every month. And I know that neither of those are akin to fiction writing, or even book writing. But it’s a start, right?

I think this is gonna be a good one. Right now, I’m hopped up on enough caffeine to be able to type that without laughing.

As it turns out, however, writing is kind of hard. Finding the time to do it with a full-time job, finding the motivation to do it once you’ve found the time, and all the while battling that nagging self-doubt that seems to only be mollified when someone else exclaims “Oh, but you’re a great writer!”, it’s all quite trying. You know, in a totally self-absorbed, first-world-problems kind of way. So to keep the crazy at bay (and off of my other blog), I’ve decided to write about the process here.

I’m sure that eventually, those of you who actually stick around to weed through this sure-to-be mess of self-flagellation and hypocrisy will see snippets of the book as it develops. You know, character details, plot outlines, and general tidbits that will likely make you thoroughly uninterested in ever actually reading the finished product. Until that point, however, I will have a (presumably ever-evolving) summary of the book listed in one of the links up top.

Ultimately, provided I actually finish said book, I plan on self-publishing it. (Eep!) That will be a process that I will also document, of course, if only to be able to prove to myself years down the road that I actually did it. Being published is being published regardless of how many books you actually sell, right? I mean, I figure, worst case scenario: I sell approximately zero copies to people who are not related to me. But who knows? And even if that does end up being the case, well, maybe I’ll still have inspired some other poor schlemiel to follow suit. Hehe, sucker.

I could go into some long, drawn-out story about how writing is the passion that burns through my veins (possibly true), and how I’ve loved writing since I was a little girl (probably true), and how I’ve finally become delusional enough to think that I can become the next J.K. Rowling and Suzanne Collins combined (definitely true), but I won’t. All I will say is this:

I love to write.

I believe I am a smart, capable, and imaginative writer.

And I’m just vain enough to think that someone out there will want to read what I come up with.

Hopefully, one day soon, I’ll be able to say that as a fact.

Let the delusions continue. Allons-y!

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