Doyle: “This magic may sound useful to you now, but will you be able to live with it for the rest of your life?”
Current Camp NaNo Word Count: 3259/25000
It’s Camp NaNoWriMo time! Three days ago, to be exact, but it’s never too late to join in if you wish to. As with my previous (and failed) attempt at Camp, my word goal is 25,000. I’m actually a day ahead right now with my goal, and I am determined to win this month! No, seriously. It’s on my To-Do List.
The quote at the top of the page comes from today’s session and is from my novel tentatively titled “Bloodwork.” (It’s actually it’s third tentative title. First it was “Dual Swords” then “Dark Alchemy.”) This story’s first draft, I want to say, is coming close to being done and I am wicked excited about it. It will be my first actually completed novel! There’s tons of editing and changes I want to do, considering all the random notes I collect about the story when not actively writing it, but even the idea of editing it is exciting because of all the changes I want to add and delete.
What Doyle is saying, though, actually reminds me of a person’s
choice need to become a writer. It’s absolute magic to be able to express oneself with words, to craft a story, an adventure, an entire world, through a book. Take me away through a forest, through the clouds, through a cave filled with glittering crystals and the imaginative creatures who feed on them. Make me fall in love with a hero or a rogue, make me feel sympathy for the villain and the minions. Writing is an addictive magic, an addiction I’m not willing to break.
However, can I live with it for the rest of my life? Am I brave enough to wade through the waters of rejection in order to surf on that one perfect wave of acceptance? Am I tough enough to endure editors and publishers? Do I want to be that brave, that tough? Or will I be content to work my day job, a job that I love to pieces, and just writing on the side?
I allowed myself to pause and mull over what I want in the future. I want dogs, that much I’m sure. My own apartment, maybe even a small house so said dogs have a decent yard to play in. I want a room dedicated to my computer, my books (read and, hey, maybe even written), a place for me to relax and work undisturbed. I wouldn’t mind being part-time at my day job, not at all, but I do not want to be there forever. I want bigger things for my future.
I am a writer, and I
want need to live as one for the rest of my life.