I am brimming with story ideas. Worlds move inside my head. Characters who want to come to life charge around in there, playing and exploring, battling dragons and storming castles. Sometimes the castles are magical, sometimes they’re not.
I guess that’s why I became a writer. I’m writing books I want to read. Books that speak to me and whisper my name at night. Adventures I’d love to have and places I want to go. Most importantly, I write about people I want to meet. Men I’d like to romance, or the mentor I always wished I had. Friends who will stand in front of the dragon with me while I try to talk to it.
Editing takes longer than the original writing, as I’m not just getting ideas down but trying to make them come alive. It’s not just what I say but also how I say it. In some ways I’d rather be on my next book already, getting the adventure down. When I’m in that stage, my first/second draft, the adventure unfolds before me.
On the other hand, in this stage of editing, it’s where I get to know my characters better. I delve further into what they experience and how. They become more real, and in some ways I could edit forever, just getting to know them.
Neither place lets me actually finish a book!
There’s something sad about finishing a book. It’s exciting, too, but the babies you gave life to will be heading out into the world to face their fates. Once the book is done, the characters’ adventure is fixed, unless you write a sequel or a series. I just might, for my Young Adult book. Her adventures are only beginning. When I release her into the world, I’ll have a whole new adventure to write, hers or someone else’s.
I have so many places to go and so many things to do that I’ll probably be a writer for the rest of my life. Journey on, fellow writers!
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.