Why I’ve Been So Quiet
Yeah, I’ve been really quiet lately. And if I post why, then I’m held accountable for it.
I think (*gulp*) I’m starting a novel.
That’s all I’ve been doing so far, really - thinking. About plot, about characters, about possibilities. But I’m tired of my "I’m letting experiences incubate so I can write about them when I’m ready" excuse. Nope. I’ve always written, I’ve always wanted to be a writer, and I can’t be lazy about it.
Gosh darn it.
I am finding, however, that I am unbelievably rusty. But my problem in writing has always been wanting things to be perfect the first time around. I think my nearly a year with the "incubation" excuse has helped me get over that a little. I started writing a bit the other night and it’s, frankly, awful. But if I keep pushing through I can make it pretty when I go back.
Other predicament: where to write? I need to find a quiet place without a lot of distractions. This makes me miss UMD’s library.
Oh, want to know what it’s about? I’ll give the typical author answer: a man searching for his identity but his identity is ultimately obvious to the reader, and the reader’s identity is infused with the character’s identity, and…you’ll just have to read it.
