Tell us about a time you’d been trying to solve a knotty problem — maybe it was an interpersonal problem, a life problem, a big ol’ problem — and you had a moment of clarity when the solution appeared to you, as though you were struck by lightening.
First I wouldn’t say it was a problem but I can remember a moment in 2012 when I was hit by “lightning”. Since I was 19, when I decided I wanted to write, I had been trying to figure out what I wanted to write a novel over. I have had many idea’s through the last few years and was never able to put the thoughts onto paper. In 2012 I was a step away from deciding that maybe – maybe – I am not supposed to write and was nearly ready to stop trying.
November 30, 2012 (yes, I can remember the date & place) I was sitting on my brothers couch visiting him and his wife when I felt like something hit me with what I was missing to finally write a novel. The story played through my mind like a movie. Frame by frame – perfectly. After finally coming back to reality I quickly left – not sure that I even said bye. I took off home (running across the street, I didn’t have far to go) and sat down at my laptop and for six hours, into December 1st, I wrote out the plan of the story. How it would start, what would happen throughout it, and how it would end. When I finished the outline I felt like I had accomplished something without actually accomplishing anything. I knew, from that day on, I’d have a rocky path ahead of me. Everyone’s first book is usually a long process and it can take a couple years.
I made myself a goal – one I sadly didn’t meet – that I would be completely done with the first draft a year after I started writing the book. I’m not sure if that was unrealistic, but I wanted that. However, now that it’s been a year and I am still working on the first draft I have accepted that. Not saying I honestly like it, but I’m okay with it. I suppose you cannot rush greatness! Eh.
Right now as I sit here typing this I have wrote the beginning and the end. The middle is giving me problems. My sandwich isn’t coming together very well – I am missing the bologna. Right now I have a dry cheese sandwich and I’m needing the rest. I’m on chapter twelve and I’m stuck. But I will finish this book. I have faith in myself. Especially now that I have accepted and decided that I need to write this for myself and not everyone else. This book is for me.