Water of words

I'm a writer. It's not just the name of a job that I wish I had but it's the type of soul I am. I started this blog for some college courses I was taking online a few years ago and yet, here I am still writing in it. No one reads this and that doesn't bother me at all. I kind of prefer it that way. It's kind of a rambling of what might be happening in my life or snapshot of that's moment's thought.

I write for myself, not for anyone else. My thoughts are my own and are a constant stream that overflows so much with depths so deep that I'm not even aware of them and tributaries that run wild over the lands of realities and further. Sometimes my words are flowery and what I hope are artistic descriptions. Other times they are concise and to a sharp point. Other times I'm writing just to write. Most times I have no idea where my ideas will take me but I know there's an journey I must experience.

So I keep writing. If anyone ever stumbles upon this, that's fine. I hope you like what I write. If you don't, well, there's a millions of other blogs you can partake in but I thank you for the moment that you took to stumble upon my little chip of the writing block.

Dream within a dream

Cause that's how I feel. I recently just finished writing my second novel.

That's right second. I did indeed write a first novel, which if I could have my own way, it would never see the light of a printer. It was a story that I needed to get out of my system--part personal fantasy, part semi-auto graphical, part confession. It was therapeutic to get out of my system, even if it took forever to get out, almost 10 years. Once it was done though, it was like lifting a burden off my chest and I was able to move on.

My recently finished second novel took just under 2 years to write. It could most likely be considered a young adult fantasy novel. I adore the story, the characters and the plot. At this point, it needs major editing. I plan on taking a break for a week or more or less to try and catch up on other projects such as finish up a crochet project or 2, play a video game or 3 or even just catch up with some DVD that need to be watched. I doubt I'll actually wait too long before I jump back into the project but maybe a different path on the creative mind scape will appear so I certainly never know what my brain will throw at me. Once the major editing is done, I'll actually allow, maybe even encourage, others to read my work. Hopefully, they can give me some honest critique that will help improve my story in anyway possible. The last step is to actually send out queries to book agents and publishers. I have no idea if my story is good enough but I want to try.

So my dream of writing is just one step in a bigger dream of being published. As they say, go big or go home.