That image you see above is the first page of the novel I wrote two years ago. Two years ago this month.
I haven’t shown it to another soul. Until now.
To me, the point of writing my novel was simply to get the story out of my head.
For years, I said I would write a book. I started and stopped. Started and stopped.
Then I heard about NaNoWriMo.
National Novel Writers Month.
It happens every November all around the world. People sign up to write a novel–at least 50 thousand words–all in one month. You can start November 1st and have to finish by the 30th.
I am pretty good with deadlines and love a challenge, so I signed up for NaNoWriMo two years ago and made it happen.
The words poured out of me.
But here’s the thing. I hate my ending.
It’s not happy. I wasn’t in a happy place when I wrote it. Because of a combination of life events, I forgot what happy meant to me. If I couldn’t define it, how could I create it for my character?
So, I’ve been sitting on my story for two years, waiting for a better ending to hit me.
Now, I think I finally have it.
So, this November, I’m going to be re-writing my book. With a happier ending.
How about you?
Do you have a book waiting to get out of your brain?
Why not start wrtiting? Right now.
And let me know what you think of my first page. Please be gentle with your feedback. Sharing that one page took two years. Imagine how hard it will be for me to share the entire novel some day.