Have you ever started reading a book thinking you knew exactly how it would end, but the twists and turns along the way surprised and delighted you? That’s not to say that it didn’t end how you thought it would, but the journey you took to get there wasn’t what you would have imagined.
Well, writing a book tends to be that way, too, I think. At least, that’s how I imagine authors forming their own stories, with twists and turns they didn’t originally foresee. I think that has been my experience with this book. It really feels funny to say out loud that the characters are really the ones writing the story, but I lack a better way of saying how it all develops.
This tale has an outline, a strong idea, and still it is not set in stone (yet! 🙂 ) I’m very thankful that while I like plans I do no feel that I must stick to them exactly, because if I was a “stickler” then my story would be much more difficult to write. The circumstances that arise in this fictional land do well at moving within the guidelines, but they have a way of writing themselves.
The original outline was actually more like a short story that gave all the important details, but didn’t give specifics on how we arrive at our ending. After contemplating this for a day or two I began to brainstorm all the possibilities. That, in and of itself, was incredibly daunting to me because there were endless choices and ways to unravel the mystery of it all. It almost stopped me dead in my tracks!
But, I’m pretty stubborn, so my hand was forced to the paper and while it hesitated more often than it wrote for the first few minutes, eventually ideas started to slide inky words across the notebook.
The thing is, though, while the ideas all had merit, I cannot put them all in the story. My tale is fictional and there is some fantasy thrown in for good measure, but not so much that it completely leaves the ‘real’ world behind. Well, maybe it does because the Twelve Realms are not fully like any one place or era we have experienced.
I can’t wait to finish writing the book and yet as I approach the ending I find myself hesitating. I love to read books! I have a terrible time putting them down until I’ve devoured every last word. But, when I come to the end of many stories I read, I feel a little sad that the tale has to end. Writing this book gives me the same feeling. I don’t want the story to come to a stop. The only good thing about it is that there are more ‘people’ in it that will have stories of their own after this one is done. Otherwise, my friends, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to finish! Isn’t that silly?
I’m so excited to share my story with you and I’m nervous that the people I have ‘met’ along the way will not touch your hearts the way they’ve touched mine. And yet, even if they don’t, I am so thankful to have had this time learning more about myself, what love looks like and how to live it out in all it’s beauty.