Saturday, 21 July 2012

Being an Author: Writing Your First Novel Part: Something

Did you see what I did there?

You see, when you're writing your first novel, everything seems to go out the window. Especially if you've had the year I've had. I was supposed to finish in February at the latest. First draft - words flung at paper. And here I am. July.

It is still July isn't it?

Anyway, much as I tend to, I've digressed.

I've finished. (Yeah I know that by finished I mean I've done the first draft. Tears were shed. Lamp loved. A meager battle in the war, victorious.)

You see, I didn't give up. I read so oft that this writer and that writer have the great novel in progress. Have they given up? Is it War and Peace? Who cares? I could have given up. No one would have blamed me. Let me clarify. I had a voluputous change in my circumstances at the beginning of the year. (you know, shattering) and I had written (almost to the word) half a novel at the time of said happening. Compounding this, it was my first time. My cherry novel.

It would have been easy to burn the book (see, I even got in a nazi reference) much like a lot of other things, but I didn't. It took me months to get it (and me) back on track.

There is a moral to this, and it is simple.

Don't give up. Finish what you started. If you want to write a novel, write a goddamned novel. Take your time - the time you need. But whatever happens. And for the first time in the history of filingwords, I'm going to splurge profanity:

If you want to write the novel. Write the fucking novel. 

That is all.

'Til next time (and hopefully profane free)...


  1. Amen! Life don't make it easy, when life gives you lemons, you take those lemons and set life on fire... with the lemons!