I’ve thought a little about this whole blogging thing. I realize that I don’t do it much. It’s not for lack of will or ambition. I had a notion to write a whole deal more on this blog this year. But I always have that notion. Let’s face it: My ambitions can sometimes get the better of my judgement. And THAT is an understatement.
Anywho:
Another thing, is that I find myself writing things in English more and more often, so here it is: My first, proper, bonafide English blog post, written not years ago, but today. Right now.
I don’t know if there’s a concept or a marketing idea to be found in my writing in English, but I really don’t care. I just like it. Besides, I don’t think many people reads this blog anyway. She said with a snort.
The ones who do, however, know that I’ve been dreaming about about becoming an author for a good, long while now, and that last year, I finally got my word count up to almost 50 000 words. It might even have been for the first time.
So I now have a fiction novel-manuscript of 47 500 words. And it has been 47 500 words since last November. I’ve written a few notes and short excerpts, but nothing major, and nothing that would help my manuscript progress. And it’s not that long ago that I realized I’ve written myself into a corner.
The thing is: I still believe I can do this. I promised myself that I’d try and get published by the time I’m thirty, which gives me four years and four months to get on with it. I’ve begun to realize that four years isn’t a whole lot of time in the Author World. Unless you’re Stephen King, of course. Or Brandon Sanderson.
But that doesn’t really matter.
A couple of days ago, I had a hearty wallow about my writer’s block and the fact that I can’t seem to stop censoring my own writing. It always ends up flat and boring, even to my own eyes. Not because I don’t know what or how to write, but because being honest, even on the paper, frightens me. I have loads of ideas. I’m just scared of being carried away by them. Which is ironic, when I know from experience my best writing happens when I’m carried away.
So here’s me, trying to get carried away.
Fun, no?
It’s always a bit daunting, having to be honest with yourself, even if it’s just to yourself. But I believe it’s very achievable. So I’ll keep trying.
Before long, you’ll see my books on the shelves out there.
Just you wait.
