I love my job…but there are days when I dread it too. The worst part about being an author is the beginning. Yes, the start—the first sentence—the prelude to what I’m hoping is a great story.
The plotting and sub plotting are an emotional upheaval as well, and are a large part of the creation process. An idea doesn’t just pop into my head. It mulls and saunters in and out, leaving small fragments of details to a story that will somehow—someway weave together to create a warm blanket of words. One that I hope will keep my reader cozy for a few evenings.
Then there are the questions.
I've sat up many nights consoled by the clinking of the bottle as I pour myself a whiskey and contemplate the story over in my head. Will the miniscule idea that I’ve pondered for weeks transform itself into a page-turning novel? Will the words flow from my imagination onto the page, typed in a way that will leave my reader breathless? Will the insistent pounding of the keyboard entice action, adventure, suspense, and love scenes that intertwine to become a work of art?
Oh, the horror of it all!!!
AND you cannot forget the most important questions…why would anyone read my novel? What makes it different from any other story out there?
That last one is the sinker. It’s the reason I'm up all hours into the night, why my brain is on overload and I only hear bits and pieces of conversations around me. Where some days I think I'm clinically insane. I wonder if the story in my head will ever flush it's way out and when it does will I be myself again?
No one ever said writing was easy. In fact, it’s damn hard. It isn’t all 5 star reviews and publishing contracts up the wazoo. There is no entitlement when it comes to this job. You have to work for every bit of success you want.
There are deadlines, revisions, edits, edits, edits and marketing (I'll discuss those on another day)…after all that’s done you’ll find yourself staring at a blank page, with a glimmer of an idea and a bottle close by.