I broke 10,000 words on my novel yesterday. I am so thrilled. As some of you know, I had a near finished novel that I lost in a move three years ago. I have been trying to rewrite it and so far it’s going fairly well. I have tightened the story up already, and parts of it are coming to me as I write. I remember now I had four separate story lines all leading to the same end. I had a crossdressing or transvestite bad guy in my first draft. I’m not sure if she will be a she or a he, I haven’t met him yet in this new version.
I never struggled to write before. It came easily and as naturally to me as talking. It had become impossible to write about five years ago. I just couldn’t get anywhere with anything. Maybe because I was going through a lot at the time and all my energy was put into coping and I didn’t have enough left over to write.
I started this blog because I had little to do when I retired at the end of 2011. I also hoped it would tap into my imagination and help me to write again, and it seems as if it worked. I don’t know now what I will do with the blog, or the novel, when I go back to work full-time at the end of this year. I must admit I’ve had a great “retirement” for the last 9 months. I may not get back to work until the first of the new year, but I have my holiday wreaths I can make and sell for a little extra, and who knows, maybe by then my online stores will have some sales. (A girl can dream, right?)
I shared the first chapter of The Way here a few weeks ago, but I don’t think I will share any more. I always had a superstition of keeping my writing a secret. I did not share any part of the book or story until I felt it was finished. Of course, now most people who know me know I write. None have asked in recent history whether I’d been published. Few people ask to read anything I’ve written. I like to think it’s because people just don’t read much. I’m surprised by the number of people I know who have not read a book since college. I also know people who say, “I read.” To them I say, “Reader’s Digest is not a book.”
I used to love the Reader’s Digest. Mom had a subscription for it for decades it seems. I would read the exciting first person survivor stories, and take the word quiz. I used to get 9 of 10 answers right most of the time. Sometimes I was 10 for 10, but I might have cheated. Reader’s Digest did one thing for me: gave me a vast vocabulary and internal thesaurus that served me well both as a secretary and a writer. I hope I will regain some of that power as I taper off some meds. Currently, my vocabulary is standard at the best of times, many times I can only come up with a similar word for the one I actually want. Ex.: the word “vocabulary” was long in coming, even though I had just used it. I could think of similar words; “conversation,” “word,” except the one I needed.
Seems some words come more easily, and sometimes it’s the most obscure word that comes to mind, but eventually I can get it, if no one helps me. I hope it continues to get better. I suppose the more often I try to delve into that cabinet in my brain, the easier it will become. I’ve just had to try to rewire my synapses. That, apparently, is a slow process. Sometimes when I forget a word I will stutter to the get the word out. I hope people will just assume I’m a stutterer. I hope too, that no one is insensitive enough to try to finish my sentences for me, because that way is doom. You start tossing words or ideas at me and I forget everything.
Now, I have to end this blog and get back to writing my novel.