Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I Told my Story
A few days ago I told the guts of my entire story to my mom and grandma. It was the first time I had ever verbalized the whole thing, and caught myself saying, "Well, this is where it gets a little complicated," more times than I wanted to. It was a strange experience, almost like I had blurted out every secret I ever had over the course of the day (it took a while to tell the story, mostly in bursts between our other activities and inevitable interruptions from my little ones). Was it good enough? Had I eliminated some of the spark inside of me by getting it all out there, or was I more clear in my vision?
On Easter, I started telling my lovely cousin, Ashley, my story and this time, it came out more clearly I think. Since I cannot write for hours on end like I want too, I think verbalizing the story helps me clarify plot lines and characters. It may, also, just a little, take a bit of the magic out of me. I have decided to keep the rest of my story to myself at this point, hoping that my family will want to read it and find a few surprises when they do.
This is my first experience with taking on the challenge of writing a novel. The complexity of the process is fascinating, and overwhelming, and lovely, and gut wrenching. Frankly, I can't believe how much I love it.
I am so grateful to everyone who is supporting me in this process! Thank you!