Hello, strangers! It has been some time since I got to write on this blog and I’m not going to lie–I missed it, as well as all of you. I’ve spent the past couple days trying to get caught up reading all the awesome posts I missed from the past two weeks and now I finally have time to write on. And while I do plan to write one talking about some highlights from my most recent vacation, today, I want to talk about something else.
About getting excited about writing.
As you may have read in a previous post, I decided to revamp and completely rewrite my science fiction tragedy, once titled THE RESISTANCE. I have no idea what it’s going to be titled now. This revamp includes majorly altering the plot, changing not only the gender of my main character, but the personality, as well, not to mention a shit-ton of research I should have already done for the first draft and changing the POV from third person to first. Not only will this be my first novel writing featuring a female protagonist (I know, I know, way overdue), but it’s also my first novel-length work I’m going to attempt to write in first person.
When I first decided to make this change–that this change was necessary, in order for this story to ever work–I won’t lie: I was dreading the work involved. I was dreading the idea of completely throwing out an entire manuscript and starting over. But I knew I was making the right call and decided, once I got back from vacation, I’d tackle this massive revision project.
It took me a couple days to gather the guts to get started, but this afternoon, I worked on an outline for two hours.
And friends, it felt amazing.
I only wrote out the backstory, the history, of the world and what happened before the story I want to tell takes place. And in doing that, I came up with a list of about half a dozen things I need to research–things that are completely out of my realm of expertise and I think are going to take a bit more than your average Google search to understand; not to mention I also discovered another dozen+ questions that I need to figure out the answers to, before I even think of trying to write out my conflict and map out my plot, beat by beat.
Even though I only worked on it for two hours, I already felt the daunting overwhelming feeling start to creep up; the feeling that I’m in over my head, that what I’m setting to achieve is impossible.
Yet even that feeling couldn’t mask my excitement.
Yes, there is a lot of work to do ahead of me. Yes, there are a lot of questions I don’t have answers to yet and aspects I need to research. Yes, it’s going to suck to, in a sense, rewrite completely a story I’ve already written. But the first draft sucked. It wasn’t what I wanted and it wasn’t what that story deserved. And I still want to tell that story. And the more I brainstorm and the more I research, the more excited I get about this story’s potential.
And damn, it just feels good to write again.