Okay, so if you read my journal(and why would you? It's terribly dull), you know that friends have been hounding me to write a novel. They're all convinced I could do it professionally, yadda yadda. I also said in my last journal entry that it wasn't likely to happen because I have a hard time staying focused long enough to actually work on things like that. It takes timing, planning ahead, and inspiration to actually WANT to sit down and do that kind of thing.
Well... turns out I might have been wrong about the whole not a chance thing. I created a new RP character recently named Vadoma. I created a group for her where I was going to store the journal entries I've been writing from her perspective(I've been trying to get in to her head, as she is entirely out of my comfort zone personality wise). While putting the group together to post things on her in, I decided I would make it a quick go-to place for things like her character sheet, bio, pedigree info, etc... basically anything about her I might possibly need or want to save, I was going to put there.
And then... it happened. I sat down to write her biography, expecting a typical RP bio. Glossed over, summary, not terribly indepth. Instead... I really didn't watch myself and instead of writing a bio, I ended up starting a story. The story of her life. Starting with the day she was born. I wrote around five or six pages in the first couple hours alone, not to mention the journal entries I had done that day as well.
That was three days ago. Today, the 12th, I sit back and close the book on Chapter One of her life's story and smile. It's a bitter sweet feeling, getting to that first "mile marker" in the long road to writing a whole book. I am beyond simply smiling at how well this is going and how eager I am to keep writing, to write chapter after chapter until I've told her whole life's story up until the present. I am nearly breathless with the excitement of it all, but I keep repeating to myself that I must temper my enthusiasm... I must take my time.
I musn't burn myself out trying to write this all at once. The ideas... the inspiration... they will come to me. The energy, however, must be consernved and carefully built up at the right times.
Here's to realizing that it might not have just been you that was the problem. Maybe it was just that you had to wait for the right story... the right character... to come along.
Listening to: David Arkenstone ~ The Turning Of The Year
Reading: Tribesmen of Gor ~John Norman
Playing: The Sims: Medieval
Eating: Ritz Crackers
Drinking: Mountain Dew