Monday, March 1, 2010


"Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though will its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us...guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. the joy of love...the clarity of hatred...and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd truly be dead."
-Angelus, Buffy the Vampire Slayer

People have started to say that my husband and I are passionate about the things we love, mine being mostly books and writing. I am not published yet, but I keep thinking that I have so much more to learn about writing. I think I can wait a little bit longer to get it right. I love books. Right now I have eight books and seven comic books on my nightstand. I have several books on my nook, an audio book on my MP3 player, and over 100 on my to-read list at Goodreads. I do, indeed, see why people can see my passion so easily. Without the insight of books, I can't imagine what the world would even mean to me.
A little over a year ago, I was in a rut. I couldn't write and I didn't know what to to do. Finally, my husband told me that I should look into starting a different project. At that point, I had two novels written. Novel #1 was something I finished right after college, the idea from my 12 year old self. Novel #2 I wrote during Nanowrimo and decided that no one will ever read it. It had great ideas, and I decided to take them elsewhere.

Possible Novel #3 was a sequel to Novel #1. In all my years, I never intended on doing this type of sequel. I needed more time.

So, now onto Novel #3. I started it early January last year. I did really well with my progress throughout the year. That is, until I hit July when we went on vacation. Then we returned home to start house hunting. Then we moved in October, unpacking, the holidays... time had slipped away. It didn't help that I wasn't feeling like myself. The novel also became a bit out of control. I had hoped to finish it at 50,000 words. I was then at 75,000 words.

I perked up finally and decided to finish the novel at the end of February. It was a tough call since I am always busy in February, my birthday month. It wasn't as much as a struggle as I thought. I would sit down as much as I could and just write. I only wrote 300 words, or I could throw out 1200-2000 words. It was an amazing feeling to see that word count build.

Then it came to yesterday, the last day of the month. The ending kept stretching, but I knew that I had to finish this. Between baking bread, making a batch of homemade polenta, laundry... I somehow managed to write 7200 words to finish the novel at over 93,000 words! Woo hoo!

It took me thirteen months and three different ages (I went from 26 to 28 in that time) to finish the first draft of this novel. Now I will start the editing phase in April. I like to let things sit a bit, but who knows? I might get an itching to edit earlier than that. First, I need an ink cartridge for my laserjet so I can print out the first copy!

For the meantime, what will be my next project? I have a few things in mind, until I start them, I am going to stay quiet. You never know sometimes how things work out...


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