Exactly a year ago today, I started my biggest writing project yet… and getting to this point has been a fight in every sense of the word.
Privateer started with a single character—an untamable, complicated character, as I’ve come to discover—and a few nights ago I wrote the 50,000th word of her story. If a year sounds like an incredibly long time to have only written 50,000 words, consider that since May 15, 2011, I have also been a part-time intern for nearly three months and a full-time college student for nine. I’m so happy with the reactions that I’ve received from people on Figment.com and in my non-virtual life, and I’m humbled that a little idea I thought I’d never share with anyone has already been seen and supported by so many people.
Anyway, yes, I am tooting my own horn a little bit, and I also realize that I still have a long way to go (seeing as Charmaine isn’t nearly ready to stop talking). It’s just so exciting to be able to share this story with the world, even as a young, unpublished, unrepresented writer. Also, I am feeling particularly day-dreamy today… so do excuse me. Must be the weather.
I pray that I don’t sound vain, because a) I’d have to start singing The Song (serenade me, Carly) and b) in truth, this has nothing to do with me. I have been so blessed, and everything I do, I do to glorify the Big Guy in the Sky—considering that what little talent I possess isn’t even mine to boast about; it’s all His.
It’s all His.
So one day soon, when I’m feeling like I want to hit something because my characters are refusing to cooperate (again), I will look back on this post (and others) and remember that I am unpublished and unrepresented, and therefore, I don’t have to worry. I can do this for fun. I can do this because I love it. I can let my characters make a mess of things, because I have no one to impress—only stories in my head. I can nurture Privateer for as long as I need to, because… well, it’s my baby. Literally (‘kay, not literally, but it might as well be). Hopefully I won’t have to take another year to finish the first draft… eh-hem.
Happy anniversary, and happy landmark.
You know what this needs? Cake. But then again, when is cake not needed? Never.