How Did I Become A Writer?

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We are all subjected to having to write stories in school. Whether it was fill in the blank to finish the sentence in this story in our earliest writing careers or we actually enjoyed writing stories in English and Literature classes later on. We all had that moment, where we were writers.

Some of us never grew out of it.

Fifth Grade

I remember the classroom clearly. I guess it’s because 5th grade was a turning point for me in a lot of ways. My friendships were changing. My body was revolting against me by becoming cursed with the feminine monthly (yes, I thought of it that way then).

I was reading a book a day, or almost if they were thick novels. I think this was the year that I first read The Hobbit and found my love for J.R.R. Tolkien.

This was the first time I began writing stories that weren’t an assignment too.

I began writing about cowboys and cowgirls because that was my dream. I wanted to own a ranch with beautiful horses which were highly trained and sought after by other horse lovers worldwide. I know I filled a legal pad and another half of one with this story. It was my first character, who is still with me, that grew my love for writing as much as my love for reading.

Kristine was everything I was not. She was beautiful, of Native American descent and strong in every sense of the word. She didn’t take any lip from anyone, but she loved deeply. She built her ranch from the ground up in Montana with her best friend Cat and hired hands that were more like a family to her than employees. Her horse was a black Arabian named Ginger after the firebrand mare in Black Beauty.

Yeah, she had to deal with men trying to drag her down, tell her she wasn’t good enough because she was a woman or too young to be knowledgable in the horse world. She withstood them and proved them wrong each time though.

I think I need to polish and finish Kristine’s story, don’t you?

From Here ’til Eternity

I still love writing. I have not published anything because I haven’t finished any of my works in progress.

It’s fear.

Fear of success and a little of the change that would happen in my life. Fear of rejection is in there too.

One day, here soon, that fear will be turned into happiness and a sense of accomplishment. I’m striving and working toward finishing my writing, starting new projects, and getting them out there for the world to see. It’s just one step at a time. Knowing I have a fanbase. Knowing I will finish and be successful.

Knowing that there is going to be a reader out there that might be inspired by my book to write his or her own.

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NaNoWriMo part 2

Perhaps I should title it 2.0, but that seems a bit…meh. I think I have done a decent job so far with writing. This piece is the longest linear bit I have written in a long time. Right now I am sitting on 15,886 words according to the word counter on NaNoWriMo’s site. I am taking off 6 because of chapter titles, so I am at 15,880. I have the next two days off and hope to reach 25k at least. Alas, I have not found a suitable work-write relationship yet. I keep hitting the snooze button too many times in the morning to get up early enough to write, and by the time I get home from my 10/+ hour shift I am far too drained to come up with anything worth while.

There is a write in at a local community college tomorrow, but I am not sure how it will please the people there if I leave two hours before the time ends to pick up my fiance from work. I will try to get up enough courage to go meet strangers. I usually do not write well in a public place unless it is a coffee shop.

I see that there are plenty of people participating in this thing that are going forward in leaps and bounds, while some are like I have been for the past few years – barely getting along. The struggle is an odd one. Imagination and drive are two steeds hard to control and know. Such are the challenges of writers. Many have overcome them. One day, I swear, I will be one of those champions.

NaNoWriMo

This post is probably going to be like many other blog posts today, or for following days. Forgive me for the repetitiveness, but I must find a way to hold myself accountable on multiple counts. Publicly announcing my participation in something as harried as NaNoWriMo will be one of these points of accountability to aid me in keeping up with the word count.

Yes, I am a participant in National Novel Writing Month. Yes, I will be making a few blog posts on here to hold myself accountable to the public eye of my progress or lack thereof. Friends and family are just not enough sometimes, but they are the best source of guilt for not meeting the standards if I dare say so myself.

For those interested in joining the madness, or if you desire more information here is a link: http://nanowrimo.org

You may even donate to the cause, and it is a great cause because anything that can inspire imagination and the published word is a great organization to aid.

Pray, send good vibes, whatever it is that you may do to help others in need of support. I work a retail job, as a manager, so Black Friday is going to be a major obstacle to completing 50,000 words in a month. I shall do the same to all those that are participating as well.

For those that are still reading or interested, here is a little information on my novel.

This month is going to be a jump-start to a great epic that I have had in my mind for around 20 years. There will be a series of at least 12 books starting with this one. Unfortunately, my books will seem to be part of a cliche, an already told story. Perhaps if I’d had the emotional and mental state to write it down 20 years ago they would be copying me. Vampires, werewolves and shapeshifters may seem overdone, but I hope not, for my sake at least. I hope to give a unique experience with my characters and their situations so that readers will not be bored or disappointed. I have lived with this story for years, and it amazes, inspires, and brings joy to me still. I just wish to finally share it with others.

Summer’s Wolf is rescued by Andiebe, the son of Cain, and is cared for by he and his family. Slowly, she assimilates to their lifestyle, finds a new pack to love, and learns the ways of the world. The true world as most mortals do not see. She is not the only one to learn, for she gives a new meaning to life to Andiebe and his siblings. The story unfolds with many trials, challenges, joys, and comedy as readers will see once this is published.

I may post snippets here and there as they are written. For now, the synopsis: http://nanowrimo.org/participants/wolfsan/novels/summer-s-wolf

Good luck to my fellow WriMos out there! Bear with me to those that are not partaking in the challenge.