Unbelievable. After EIGHT LONG YEARS of having the idea for my first fictional offering in my head, I managed to grab my Iphone, open the “notes” app, and scrawl the first thirteen words.
And suddenly, I feel this immense sense of freedom—as if the entire thing is going to suddenly pop out of the ether in one big mass.
Why? Why did I sit and stew for years about how to start the thing? Now, it is possible, my story’s trajectory may have been too larval and unrefined those years ago. And I’d like to think that—instead of turf off this revelation to the simple, explanatory prognoses of constipatory cognitive insecurities.
Those thirteen words have opened the wardrobe for me. And now, the quasi historical carjacking along the Mississippi 61 Interstate is about to go vertical.
Stand by. An author may be among you.
Keep writing! No matter what, keep writing. Cheers!
An author IS among us…
“The journey of a thousand words begins with the first one.” And you have 13!
A job once begun is half done…. Mary Poppins
Thank you for that!
LOL, I’m staring at my first page, then take a break, and see this post….ironic….good luck to both of us with our first books! *fingers crossed…but only between typing, right?*
Between the typing . . . Yes. I hope my fingers aren’t as knotted-up as my goals 🙂