The book continues. It’s almost completely different than what I posted last time, although the foundation is still much the same.
I’ve tried to write a book before. I mean, I am a professional writer by trade, so I guess it was just a matter of time, right? I think you remember back to Semdeus even, if you’re a long time reader. No? Well that’s why I posted a link.
Part of me still deeply loves that story, but I loved it to death. It reminds me of my sis, Linsey…. She has always loved flowers and plants, and it was a common occurrence a few years back to get an e-mail from her telling about the latest plant she had killed. It took a few tries for me to figure out that she was over-watering them and giving them root rot. Loving to death…. And that’s what I did with Semdeus. I love that first chapter again and again and again until it was no longer functional as a book. I burned myself out over it.
And I still think it’s some of the finest writing I’ve ever done. I don’t know. You be the judge.
This time, I’m just getting the story down and not really worrying about quality. I’ll go back afterward and polish it to a diamond finish, but for now the story is speaking to me in a way that has never happened before. I’ve written a grand total of about nine hours now, and I’m at 20,000 words and 66 typed pages. That’s a little more than 2,000 words an hour and seven pages an hour. Incredible output even for what it is. And the characters are actually talking and speaking in ways I never thought possible.
I’m hoping to have a rough draft for when NSG and her family visits us in April. She has written half-a-dozen novels (unpublished but only a matter of time I’m sure), and their advice will be invaluable for figuring out the story and where to go. How to polish it. Finish it.
Hopes? I don’t know…. I heard recently that 81% of adult Americans have a book in some form of development. What “form of development” means is beyond me. I don’t necessarily mind being part of a group of 81%. It’s not normally my thing to follow the crowd like that, but the book is there. I guess my hope, then, is that what I write and produce will actually go somewhere. If 81% really do have a book in some stage of development, maybe I can be the one in a million, literally, who actually does more than just write a book.
I’ve been published before, of course, but mostly only technical materials and publications I wrote for an assignment or contract. Never anything that actually came from within me. With children, we make ourselves, in part, immortal.
My hope? I wouldn’t mind being immortal in the language and words I love so dearly.
How’s that for a dream?