About a year and a half ago I started writing a memoir. I wrote it like I was possessed, the words flowing out of my head and onto my screen without too much trouble.
I didn’t edit. I didn’t re-read. I just wrote it out.
Then I stopped.
I worried. Why can’t I continue? Why am I stuck now, after such a strong start?
I decided to swallow my fear and ask people around me to read what I had written so far.
And they did. The response I got back was amazing. A fellow blogger went to a lot of trouble to send me feedback that encouraged me to continue, to edit, to re-write and I did. 💛 She in the meantime has her own book published!
I asked others to read, to send me feedback. Some people did. Please know I have not forgotten you. All your comments and encouragement has been stored in a separate, private folder. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. 💙 I used some of your suggestions to improve my chapters, and then…something happened.
I couldn’t continue. Something was holding me back.
I ran out of words. Or propulsion. I ran out of something…
There are people writing novels this month. They’re taking part of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). They’re sitting down and writing.
Not me. I’m still feeling stuck.
But I want to continue. I have this story in my head which needs to come out.
Through my blog I met other bloggers who are writing novels.
There’s two bloggers in the UK, a man and a woman who are writing books. Then there’s the one in NYC, she too has been writing a book and occasionally blogging about her progress. I’m sure there’s others…
You inspire me to pick up my own discarded manuscript. ❤
Can I be just like you?
I won’t know until I try.
So. Today I dug through my old manuscript backups, and re-read the first chapter. I edited it some…
Then I realized something. I realized that space away from your writing is a good thing.
But not too much space.
Then I had a thought.
There are over 500 amazing people following this blog. If even just a fraction of you are interested, perhaps I will overcome my apprehension and buckle down during this crappy, cold, dark month of November up here in 🇨🇦 and continue writing.
So here’s my question to you:
Do you want to read my first chapter? It’s just over 900 words.