Two years ago, I had a very rough draft of my first novel written, jangly nerves, and was terrified that my dream of becoming a writer had been ridden out to the end of the tracks. I purchased this domain, put up a website, and started blogging (mostly to/for myself) because that's what I assumed authors do.
The fact that I paid for two years is telling ... I wanted to appear more hopeful than the guy who buys a one-year domain, but lacked the confidence to put down the money for five years. This morning, I renewed JamieSheffield.com for five years (I'd do twenty if that was an option).
I had always loved (worshiped) reading, and dreamed of writing, but didn't take the leap until the summer of 2012, when I completed my first Camp NaNoWriMo with "Here Be Monsters".
I spent the fall re-writing and polishing and chopping and grafting my first novel, and went to print on New Year's Day of 2013.
My world opened and changed when my first novel was delivered (in multiple senses of the word), and became part of the world community of stories.
Once I had broken through the barriers (all self-imposed), and published my first story, ideas came to me for another and another and another ... my brain was suddenly full, and I went on to write "Mickey Slips" and "Bound for Home" during the winter and spring months. They were novellas, focusing on characters important to the first and second (and third) full-length novels.
When the time started to roll around for the next Camp NaNoWriMo, I was nervous ... worried that I wouldn't have what it took to pump out another full-length novel (and/or that it wouldn't be any good). "Caretakers" came out better than expected/hoped though, and I'm in love with the story.
Following the same work-pattern as before, I worked on fixing up the novel I'd written in the summer during the fall months, and published the new novel in early 2014. I was able/eager/driven to generate two more novellas focusing on critical characters in my protagonist's world. "Promises to Keep" and "Fair Play" were both lots of fun to write, and gave me enough material to warrant publishing a printed collection of the novellas, "The Weaving", which came out at the beginning of the summer.
I knew the story I wanted to write over this summer, and am happy with the rough draft (although there's lots to fix before it's ready for publication, hopefully in early 2015).
I'm planning on shifting gears a bit for the school-year writing this year, and starting a project in serial fiction, which I'm both excited and nervous about ... more on that later.
I've had tiny bursts of inspiration over the last week, fragments of ideas coming to me at odd times, and am reasonably certain that I know the general storyline of the next Tyler Cunningham novel.
My point in today's blog is trifurcated (yup, totally made up that word):
- a celebration of not having given up my dream of writing
- a look at my past and present and future as a writer, and curator of this domain
- an encouragement for other aspiring writers to take the leap!
I love reading, especially good books (although I occasionally enjoy reading crappy books as well), and there's always room on the world's shelves for another story ... so bring it on.
Writing has given me an outlet and a playground for my imagination that I never imagined I needed; I couldn't stop now if I wanted to ... and I don't want to stop.
It's changed my brain, my soul, my family, my approach to what I think of as my 'day-job' ... my entire life.
(and it can do the same thing for you, if you let it)