Wait… I do? Where are they? And how do I get them to come out onto the paper?
Have you been told “Just write” by someone? It’s not that easy, is it? I struggle with writing – it doesn’t come that easy to me. I’ve also heard people say, “I just HAVE to write.” Well, okay, I do, too. That’s why I have this blog, but when it comes to other stuff – like novels – it’s not that easy. I don’t see stories in my head, I don’t envision different worlds… am I a bad writer? Am I … broken?
I’ve tried writing prompts on a number of occasions. I don’t get anymore out of them than I do with that “just write” bit. Yes, I can sometimes piece together a story, but it’s often not something I feel I can share anywhere. Or it takes on a really weird vibe and I think, “Who would want to read that?”
Imagine a world where sharks can swim in the forest and you are somehow lost in the woods.
What?! So some of you might think, that’s cool! You’d totally write that story. I would not. I wouldn’t even read that story so keep it to yourself. Writing prompts are too often very obscure, weird and made only for speculative fiction writers – of which, I am not. Sharks in the forest. Sheesh, now I’ll have nightmares.
Just write the first line
An addendum to the “just write” Nike-esque theme. I’ve been told this time and again, too. Write the first line, scene, chapter and you’ll build from there. Uh, nope. I have a pretty decent beginning chapter of my YA… alas, it isn’t fitting in with the rest of the story as I go along. It’s probably the best part of the story, but it isn’t the story I want to write. What then? Start a whole new book? Scrap the first chapter all together? “Just write ANOTHER first line, scene, chapter?”
Could I make a book of all first scenes…
As writers, we’re poked and prodded with inane encouragements and prompts, but I think you should just write what’s on your heart. Simply write…(okay a variation of the other) and write what’s in your heart. Maybe it is about sharks in the forest. Maybe it’s about God. Maybe it’s about God attacking sharks in the forest. (Because he would…by not putting them there! Sheesh.) For me, I truly want to write a heartwarming novel about a girl coming of age. I’ve been trying to get it out for more than a year and it just won’t come. Maybe it’s not time yet. Maybe I’m just not a novel writer or I simply don’t have a good enough story.
Perhaps my character is still working it out.
Or, perhaps, this blog is her story.