My Thoughts At This Moment
Today I wanted to write about writing novels, or at least my attempts at writing novels. Here’s the thing…anyone who knows me might say “What does she know about writing novels? Honestly, I have read some of her stuff and it is not printworthy…it’s barely even readworthy!” and they would be right, I know nothing, or everything, depending on how you look at it (didn’t someone say that everyone has a novel in them and knows enough to write a book? Funny how I never heard about him / her actually writing one…). But then, who’s to say I won’t become the next big thing? Just because my latest venture comprises of a wheelchair bound detective (with chronic Excessive sweating ) who base-jumps to catch his suspects – he’s not really wheelchair bound of course, but I thought that that might take up a few hundred pages and I was right – doesn’t mean I won’t be. Look at Twilight?
Sometimes, though, when I sit and stare at the blank white screen…I panic. I panic because I know that what I am about to write can only be written at this moment in time while these thoughts run through my head. I start to wonder…what if I make a cup of tea and start writing then with those thoughts in my head, will the book be any better? Will something miraculous happen where all the plot twists get solved just because of one tea bag?
Then usually I just start writing because you can’t procrastinate forever, can you?
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