Alright, I admit it. I really am a writer now. I started another story, mostly outside my official writing time. It’s a story I want to tell, hopefully with some surprises and twists. I love writing about martial arts, so it’s going to be another Young Adult book one day.
I do love writing about friendship and mentors, love in all its forms, including platonic love. Buddy love, as it’s sometimes called. Even when it’s not the main theme, or secondary theme, I do love including that level of connection between characters.
I also miss the process of the writing flowing, making the story complete and letting it come out as it will. Now that I’m editing my two books, I miss the writing. Sure, I’ve been writing some personal stories, but I miss the process of starting a novel already.
Amazing how something so new only a couple of months ago is already a part of me. I can’t not create. Stories are within me and demand that they come out. I’m still spending my mornings focusing on the stories that are almost done, but this next one wants out, too. I’ll play with it in my free time.
I have it outlined already. I do use the Save the Cat method, which I’ve already discussed, and it makes the story take shape. I know what the story should say and how and where things will be revealed. Later, the real fun begins and I add in characters and start writing scenes.
I’ve been writing stories for myself for years. Now, I’m a published author. No genre is off limits, though I have some favorites.