Beginning

Today has been quite a good writing day. I’m feeling a little swamped by the magnitude of the task ahead of me, though.

I decided that I would like to write a book this year; a work of fiction. I didn’t really know where to start so I took a germ of an idea and wrote down a few bullet points. I’ve been fleshing out these ideas into a plan while I’m writing my first few paragraphs.

I got writing straight away, while I started to plan, so that I can say to myself that I’ve really, properly begun. I don’t know how much of what I’ve written will stay but it’s a good psychological boost and a great exercise in self-discipline while I figure out what I’m doing.

You see, like many aspiring writers, I’ve been in this place before: The Beginning. It’s one thing to begin. It’s quite another thing to work beyond that point. The unfinished work I’ve saved in ‘The Cloud’ and in makeshift filing drawers are testament to how hard it is to make it past the first flush of enthusiasm.

There really is so much to consider. I’ve already changed the narrative point of view once. I think it should work now. The decision of whose perspective you will tell a story from is not just a question of style. There are a great many aspects of the story that will be affected. For instance, if you are writing from the perspective of first person narration, you really have the opportunity to get inside a person’s head. That said, I think there is the potential for other characters to come across as minor and a little two dimensional if you’re not careful.

Despite the fact that I’m writing about something I know intimately, I’m already finding that I’m having to do some research. I’m pleased about this. I loved researching when I was studying at university. I’ve missed it. I also worried a little bit, when I finally accepted I wouldn’t be able to work a conventional job because of my failing health, that the skills I had learnt while I was studying might go to waste. I’m so pleased to be exercising my brain again. I’m just glad to be doing anything again, really. It’s been a long time since I’ve worked at something. I’ve got butterflies in my tummy. I’m taking that as a good sign.

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