This is the start of something new. And no that song from High School Musical did not just pop into my head :P. For real though, for the past couple of days now I felt inspired to start writing. I don't know what kind of writing I will do quite yet, but hey, taking it one day at a time. Maybe I'll be writing about what kind of food I ate for lunch that day or maybe I'll feel inspired to write a short story about the future of humanity. Either way, I think this will be a good journey for me as I, along with many others, figure out this thing called life.
I started writing when I was 13-years-old. When I was a kid, I used to love telling stories and putting on performances, and my parents loved to see them. I would tell stories of princesses and magic, made up worlds and enchanted forests.
I have to submit this book to my literary agent soon. The process begins with a query letter sent by email. You then attach your book proposal as a Word file including a 1-4 page overview of your book. I don’t know what having “information about your author platform” means but I may have to email the agency for more details on this. I have a business plan/promotional/marketing plan ready to go. Chapter summaries need to be written and two sample chapters attached. I also need to go over my citations for a book I have on manipulative people called In Sheep’s Clothing.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved to write. Stories, poems, scripts, you name it. If it is creative writing, I have given it a go and enjoyed it. What I love about putting pen to paper is that those words come entirely from my heart and my mind. I can build worlds and form civilizations that may never exist on our universe. Yes, I love to write science fiction—it is one of my favourite genres, in fact. The idea that I can bring readers into this magical and colourful world which I have dreamed up really excites me. That is what writing is about, isn't it? Creating a place into which your readers can escape for just a short while. It might sound easy, but while you are building this universe, whether based on the real world or some other fantastical dimension, your audience needs to be able to relate enough to it that they will keep coming back.
It's 2018. The age of computers has all but made the typewriter an ancient artifact lost to time as the dawn of a new, highly-educated populace rises into adulthood.
Daniel put down the phone and sighed. It was an old phone from his grandma's flat. White plastic, with a ringlet of a cord that had gone from white to grey with time. The handset was yellow from nicotine and sweat and sin. The sins were all his.
Harriet was walking fast toward Tottenham Court Road station in an effort to waste as little time as possible travelling. Although she had not volunteered herself for this task she was getting quite excited at the prospect of meeting him in person and hadn't argued at sacrificing her lunch break for the endeavour.
I sit down in front of my computer with every intention of writing out another 3,000 words for this week. That's the goal—get my 3,000 words written and move on with life. I already have a draft of how the story goes, I know what the next steps are, but I can't take them. I sit here, staring at the screen for what feels like an hour and hardly even touch the keyboard, save to smash my fingers into keys producing gibberish.
A success, and so it continues.
When writing, there are a few simple mistakes that any novice will make without realizing what they are doing. These mistakes mark a piece of work as unpolished, or written by a beginner.