I know I’ve been away …from blogging…from writing…for a while, but I haven’t been *that* far away. Physically, maybe, but not mentally.
Fiction writers will understand why. I’ve been battling the idea of a particular story for about two years. Maybe longer, but a solid two years I can say with certainty. The idea has hounded me off and on, through fiction stories and nonfiction assignments, through my thesis and monthly columns for different publications…in my sleep, in my waking hours…on vacations and in the shower….
Ok, you get the point. I’ve just been waiting this long for that perfect first line, that opener that will never, ever need changed and will light the way for the rest of my story. No, I’m not on drugs…I’m a perfectionistic writers and can’t stand the thought of starting and restarting.
Til now. I started the story today. I’ve plugged out two pages of decent stuff but am still missing the hero’s external journey and the mystery to keep the reader reading (never written anything with a mystery/suspense element before…that’s scary!) but I’ve done enough character mapping, brainstorming and outlining to write, well, a book, and these two pages feel satisfying at the same time they feel tenunous. Most important, they’re in the light of day so there’s no going back…
Who knew two pages could be so scary?!
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