I love to read and I want to write. I’ve made friends with many wonderful writers in a variety of genres. Some of these published pros have even read some of my writing and offered comment. They said, “Finish it!”
They are aware that I have started several, ok five different novels, but have not gotten past the third or fourth chapter of any of the handful of stories. These writing folks have even convinced me that I may have some talent as a storyteller, so I’ve decided to get serious. Rather than haunting posts on Facebook and playing online games, I’m going to spend my time drafting a complete story. You know the kind where the protagonist identifies a problem and then solves that problem, a story that takes the readers through all the obstacles and traps along the path to success.
Attention, please, this post is putting me on the spot. By declaring to all of you that I WILL finish a novel, I must do so or be forever embarrassed. Yes, I’ve been embarrassed before, many times actually and that is why I know I do not like the feeling. This is an opportunity for those I care about to nag me about my progress. I write slowly so I am not promising a word or page goal per day, but I will write daily and post progress reports.
The novel I feel compelled to complete is based in a world where everyone is something special and capable of great good or evil. No one is all white or black; we are each shades of grey and can decide how we choose to react to life’s lessons. That is the true magic of life, our freedom to choose and work toward what we want. I will post the beginning of “Witch in a Wheelchair” (that is just the working title). I would love to hear feedback or suggestions.
FYI: This is not a takeoff of J. K. Rowling’s “Harry Potter” with young witches or Stephanie Meyer’s “Twilight” with sparkling vampires and Native American werewolves. As a child, I created this world and exercised my imagination by interacting with its residents to entertain myself. Since most of you know I am older than both Rowling and Meyers, my story is older than theirs is too.