Yet, my own daydream is to someday be the reclusive writer who does nothing but write, publishes enough to really earn a decent living at it, and doesn’t have to do book signings or give interviews or deal with the ups and downs of the human race on a daily basis. I would live surrounded by nature, with only my beloved immediate family close by. I’d have my dog, and my cat, and a guppy or two(hundred), and Starlings around me for conversation during my long days tapping at the keyboard and creating magic.
In this case, the leader is the story, and I’m just clicking at the keyboard, following it wherever it goes. I have no idea where it’s going to end up. Heck, it might end up in the trash folder.
But, do you know what? I’m having fun.
Just as I have no idea if this book will turn out even remotely acceptable. If it doesn’t, that’s okay. It’s being written because I have to write it. It is like a purge, getting the bottled up energy out of my system, while I let the story have its way. Will I finish it? Will it take me to a place where it shows me a conclusion? Will I get halfway through, and find that it has abandoned me along a roadside somewhere, with no way to continue the journey?
I guess I’ll find out.
More and more, I’m seeing apostrophes added to make proper nouns plural. To make matters more itchy-scratchy, this is being done by people who know the rules of grammar, and who normally wouldn’t let something like that slip past them.
It’s the book that refuses to allow me to type “the end.” To be honest, it’s nowhere near ready for that, but it’s been around since 2013. I keep going back to it. I’ve used it for NaNoWriMo twice by pretty much wiping out the original content and starting it from scratch. It has parts…
Well, actually, the journey began back sometime around 1967. I was in 5th grade when a member of our cafeteria staff passed away. My teacher, Mr. Centauri, gave me the assignment of writing a poem to celebrate her memory at an assembly held in her honor. I did so, and recall being absolutely terrified. As…