Sometimes I dig deep into my diary entries (over 400 by now, starting in 2008), to see what was going on in my life at some random point in the past. I came across this little ditty I wrote over ten years ago, and I had to laugh at how apt it has remained.
There once was an author Corona
Who said of her new book “I’m gonna…”
Write it, she means,
But then life intervenes
For so long she now says, “I don’t wanna.”
Well, okay, these days I do kinda wanna. I haven’t written a word of what I hope will be a successful attempt at novel number six, but I have actually made several passes at a narrative structure and I think I have one that will work. The characters are starting to talk, and the drama is starting to build. I have reached the point where I can’t hold it all in my head, so I have two choices—do a brain dump and think about something else, or start writing it down. The first option seems hopeless. I guess I am writing a novel. See you when I surface!
Hurrah! The journey begins. Always a traveler one avenue at a time.
Writing first words now.