I haven’t been blogging much in the last week, right? I’ve had lots on my mind, to be honest, and I haven’t really FELT like blogging. For one, I haven’t paid my (not-inconsequential) site hosting bill yet, so I was too scared to pop over and see if the blog was still up this month! Also, I’m just a bit out of sorts, I guess…
I’ve been working on a few different crafty projects – and finishing none of them.
I’ve been working on a couple of non-fiction books (one about breaking up and one about homebodies) – but not making any progress, really… (I think I’m used to working with a publisher and I don’t have a publisher anymore, so my usual book-writing life feels a bit hypothetical…)
And I’ve been trying to work out what my next step is – to earn a bit more money – but not really making any headway due to lacklustre feels.
Nothing has really been feeling right, possibly because life is not feeling right, if that makes sense.
Anyway, what happened next was I saw that writer Allison Tait was running a project in August, encouraging people to write a book. If you’ve read this blog for a while, you might know that I always talk about wanting to write fiction, but I had never properly started. Or even truly thought I could.
I’ve researched different methods of pulling a book together. I’ve bought lots of books that promise to make novel-writing dreams come true. I’ve even mapped various plot lines, events and historical details that relate to my book-to-be. But I’d never started that book.
I guess I was used to writing things that were TRUE – craft books, nicer life guides… I wasn’t sure if I knew how to make stuff up. Also, after reading several confusingly structured, chop-and-change character/year type books, I figured I just didn’t have the legit smarts to write a novel.
Anyhoo, long story short, I thought ‘when nothing feels right, do something different’. I mean, what have I got to lose? I might find out I can’t even write a gosh-darned made-up book. That’s okay. Or I might end up with a book. Granted that book may never see the light of day, but it’s the not trying that’s the miss, rather than the not publishing, I think.
On the 1st of August, I started writing, as soon as I’d finished work. I’m going to write 1000 words a day through August and see where that leads me. At the moment, my word count looks like this:
Day One: 906
Day Two: 1068 (1974)
Day Three: 1031 (3005)
Because life is a bit hard at the moment, I’m finding it helpful to disappear into another world and life. I didn’t realise how great that would feel. It’s also pretty ace to create people in the form you choose, rather than dealing with real people who you can’t write the way you want! So there’s that.
I just wanted to check in and tell you about this, really, in case that seemed interesting and prompted you to think about similar things you might like to try. I’m feeling excited by it, and optimistic… Which is a pretty good way to feel when other challenging things have chiefly been the focus for the last 9 months (longer, really!)
My friend told me he wrote his novel in pencil and then edited it by typing it up on his computer. I love that idea, and it makes perfect sense.
For me, though, it’s not going to work… when life is stressful, my writing becomes ridiculously messy! It’s like someone else is holding my hand and making me pen wriggly scrawl. I feel like I wouldn’t even be able to read what I’d written, if I tried this sensible pencil-then-edit approach! Also, I think of all those movies where the manuscript blows away into a lake… or gets covered in a spilled cup of coffee. Ugh. That would be me!
Granted writing a book where I get to escape my actual life probably isn’t the most practical thing to be doing… but it’s just an hour a day, right? I can attack all those other unresolved issues as well as doing this. I’m not being totally irresponsible. It’s a kind of therapeutic self-care, if you will.
So that’s it. The story so far, pretty much.
I hope your day is going along peach-ily! Thank you for reading my blog!