Those of you who have followed me for a while know that I like to write a lot. Which totally makes sense because I have this blog after all. I don’t just write blog posts. I also write stories. In fact, I have just finished another first draft of a new story and I am very proud of that.
I’ve been writing for as long as I can remember. When I was a kid, I made up stories about a dachshund going to the park. I even did the illustrations for it. The dachshund never did anything interesting, but I was very proud of the fact that I was such a creative genius back then. And of course nobody has the heart to tell a young kid that her story-telling skills needed some fine-tuning.
I also wrote a lot of songs. Lots of emo-songs, I will have you know. I just had a lot of feelings, okay. None of these songs were particularly brilliant, but still, it helped me practise my poetic skills. Which are still non-existent.
I moved on to short stories. I wrote a lot of those and published them on a blog as well. No, I don’t think that blog still exists. I got comments from people who liked what I wrote but I was never satisfied. There is always room for improvement and stories that seemed to be a good idea at the time didn’t quite work out. But you get better at writing by doing it so I continued.
I went to art school for six months and took a creative writing class. As my final project, I wrote a story about a man who was so desperate to have lost his lover from 20 years ago that he wanted to commit suicide by hanging himself from the same tree she hung herself from. A very dramatic story. That was the first time I noticed that people either loved what I wrote or hated it. The teacher liked my work and invited me to enter a competition. So I did. I wrote another story about lost love because that is a very interesting subject. I read the story in public and I was incredibly nervous. Although didn’t win, I had people come up to me to tell me that they loved the story. It motivated me to keep on writing.
My first novel
In 2013 I started my first novel project. I finished it in the Summer of 2014 and edited it and let it go in November. It wasn’t the best story, although the people who read it said they liked it. It was a short novel at only 63,000 words, but I showed myself that I was indeed capable of writing longer stories.
Then life happened and life was a bitch. I didn’t really write much until I started this blog in May 2015. Then I decided to enter NaNoWriMo and wrote 50,000 words in one month. A month later and I finished that first draft at 70,200 words. Still not a long story, but I keep getting better at it. Now comes the time to edit it. And edit it again and again. Until it is perfect in my opinion. Then it is time to have people read it and comment and edit it again. And maybe then I will be brave enough to submit it to a literary agent.
Every Saturday I will share my progress and share things about the characters and other things. I hope that you will check back and go on this journey with me.