I have a confession. It’s a deep, dark secret that I haven’t really talked about here before.
I am writing a book.
Yes, you heard me right. I’m just over 30,000 words into my first draft of a young adult novel about a girl who doesn’t know she’s a witch.
Please don’t laugh too hard, okay? :)
I’ve been writing fiction for about a year and a half. I haven’t mentioned it because saying that I’m writing a novel is like saying that I’m going to climb Mount Everest. Lots of people SAY they’re going to do it, and some people try to do it, but very few are successful. As someone who doesn’t have the greatest track record at finishing things I start, I don’t think I was convinced I’d really ever actually finish the book. Yet here I am, telling you I’ve written thirty thousand (!!!!) words, and I really think I can finish it. It may even be a halfway decent read when it’s done.
Writing a novel is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I love the process, but there are days when it’s just excruciating. I regularly doubt my concept, my plot and my writing skills. There are days when eking out even 250 words feels like the hardest thing I could ever do, because every word I write feels wrong. But there are also days when the writing feels really right, and the characters surprise me, and I surprise myself.
I have pledged over at Jo Knowles’ LiveJournal that 2011 will be my Year of Being a Writer, and I have pledged on Kaz Mahoney’s blog to write at least 250 words daily, so I’ve got a lot of writing to do! I’m not the fastest writer in the world (I just might be be slowest), but I’m pushing on and loving it, even on the really hard days.
Whoa. Feels good to get that out there. Thanks for not laughing too much. :)