Committing to a Story

Agony! I finally sent my novel notes to Cresta. It was tough for me to share them. The idea sprang from an event in my past, but everything about it is fictional. I look at it now and can’t find myself. That didn’t make it any easier to share.

Hopefully, she will be able to help me fill in a few blanks. Maybe then I’ll be able to start writing. I have scenes in my head; they are ready to be put on the page. This undertaking isn’t like a short story. It’s more. Larger. More detailed. Scary!

It’s not like I haven’t tried to write a novel before. I have. But, this time I know more about the writing process. Everything about this experience is different. In the past, I started with characters and tried to build the story and plot as I wrote. That’s not the case here. I’m actually planning.

The characters are there. The story is there. Most of the plot is there. The entire project is willing me to commit. Now that I’ve loosed the idea and let someone else see it, maybe I’ll find the strength to make the commitment. Maybe.