Every person who possesses even a 3 out of 10 skill in he English Language wants (or hopes or dreams) of writing a novel. Well not everybody, but lets reiterate it for people who want to write and possess that minimum of skill.
We all used to write short stories since we were in kindergarten, abut bags and bottles and breakfasts and favorite pastimes and so on. Then as we got older essays were expected to be written on major social and other problems affecting the humanity. Stories got wilder, with more violence, a healthy essence of fright and a cupful of romance. However, maximum word limit ranged from 500-2000 . Not a big deal, really. I mean all you have to do is make two people embark on a perilous journey, go through wild, hair-raising escapades and fall in love(I wish that happened in real life!) and eventually get killed(or not killed, depending on the mercy of the writer) by an absolutely terrifying( I’m talking fangs, three heads, 10 feet tall, blows fire) monster.
Come on, you do remember it. (okay, its only me).
Nevertheless, a novel is a rather ambitious task. Not only does the writer has to work towards writing almost, but not confined to, 50,000 words. For an amateur writer, sharing the likes of moi , the task seems impossible at best. But as I open a fresh, crispy-clean, white as snow Word document, with eyes full of dreams of attending the movie-based-on-book premiere, I crack my knuckles and begin to type. What?
Exactly what I type, is a mystery to me . So I do what I do best(no its not procrastination, what makes you think that?!) I think and I pace about and think some more and some more pacing follows and eventually, an idea comes up, its not the best, but it will do.
So i am pretty excited about it and so now I, hereby, vow to start my novel (on Microsoft Word) and end it, hopefully.
Of course I’m going to blog about random stuff to get my mind off it.
Thanks,
EQ
