Writing a novel is tough. I don’t need to go into detail on that. For those of you who write novels you know exactly what I’m talking about.
We all have our different ways of approaching it. For me I have to see it and feel it before I jot down a word. I have to know these people, feel their emotions, but most of all see their world.
Do I say goodbye
There are times when I want to walk away. Sometimes an idea is impossible to write. Let’s face it, some things are not meant to be.
Sometimes we have better, stronger stories with deeper settings and believable characters. They are easier to write and that’s the simple truth.
A few weeks back I had one of those moments. A bad scene, a bad chapter and pretty much a bad idea. The setting was wrong and I knew something had to be done.
I started having doubts and I began to wonder if the idea was just that and nothing more. But that’s when I saw them and soon my mind changed gears.
They are always with us
I saw the people I created give me a long hard look. Suddenly guilt ran through my veins and shot passed my writing fingers.
How do I explain to them that I run at the first sign of trouble? Is this the new me? Am I returning to old habits?
So I put my pen down and pushed everything away. I stopped complaining and took a stroll through my favorite bookstore.
I walked down the aisle and pretended I could see the characters sitting on the shelves and talking to one another as I passed by.
I thought about the people who created them and the tough times they had. How many times did they think of walking away?
How many close calls?
Just what I needed
Before long my story was bright and real. The voices loud. Little things started making sense. I have a feeling I was forgiven for walking away.
It’s still a struggle, I’m not going to lie. Of all the story ideas I have it seems I chose the toughest to tell. But these people have a story to tell and they chose me to tell it and because of that there is no way I could look them in the eye and say no.
Trust me, this bunch will haunt my dreams until I write the final page.