~Lillian Smith
…when the beast of winter expelled it’s last icy breath before succumbing to a long summer sleep.’
Corny, huh? But not referring to the winter storm that arrived a few days ago and put a few inches of snow on the ground early this morning.
For some weird reason I pulled that out of a file of a story I started years ago. A fantasy children’s story along the same lines of a genre that the Harry Potter series made so popular. Except this was started many years ago. Not to say mine would be as good as JK Rowling, but it makes me mad that I talked myself out of writing it. That no one would read it or would think of it as too far out of the box.
Not the first time I let doubt, confusion, and insecurity screw with my life.
I could have written it. And then revised it. With hard work, made it a publishable story. Writing, you know, is 5% writing and 95% rewriting.
Not that I would know because I am my own worst enemy. I don’t believe in myself and that has to change if I am going to move forward with my writing. So what if the first draft sucks. So what if the second draft sucks, I know it will suck just a little less than the first.
When I shared my dream with someone once, I lamented about what happens if my first book doesn’t sell. Instead of laughing at me, that person looked me directly in the eye and asked what would happen if the second, fifth or even the eighth book DID.
That gave me the spark and impetus to start writing.
I need to find that again. And, this time, work it the Nike way – Just Do It!
My Templar series I started long before the DaVince Code and the others that followed. :wall:
Why do I not go with the ideas that are God given gifts to me? I have noticed that if I don’t follow through with them, then they are given to someone else to proceed with.
Now, I know that the above opening line is hokey, but maybe I can salvage the storyline and run with it. And take my Templars and turn them loose on their quests.
Before someone else does.
Sorry, if I am rambling stoopidly. It’s been a pretty funky year these last few days.
© Sandy L. Jones 2007
~Sandy
