I've capped my pen and closed the book...the notebook that is.
Today was a breakthrough day, a revelation day, a day of shockers I didn't see coming...and a day of finalization.
It's taken 2 years, countless scraps of paper, receipt scribblings, index cards, pictures ripped from Nat Geo Magazine, and half-finished notebooks; but I finally finished the outline for my story.
Now some people might think that I could have written my book in 2 years time, but I don't want to just write a story. Just scribble down a book.
I've been aiming to create a world that's full and rich in sounds, culture, and history. I've encountered road block after road block as I try to figure out who my characters are and what their motives are for things they're doing.
There was a period of about 2 months where I thought for sure one person was headed down one road, and it just clicked today that he's not the man I thought he was. Duh! Silly writer.
And the story then spilled out from imagination to page seemingly without thought.
The ends are all tied up, the motives and personalities are understood.
There is nothing more freeing than knowing that I can now sit down and plug away at the actual text. My goal to have 100 pages by year end is within sight.
That is all.
