The Rollercoaster Journey of Writing My Book

The Clunky Start

January 1, 2020. New year, new goals. I set out with a mission to write a book. Ambitious? Yes. Doable? Also yes. Why? I want to get better at communicating my ideas. Fast forward to October of that year, and I had the word count. But, plot twist: the story was clunky. It was a toddler learning to walk - adorable, but very wobbly. It became clear that most of it needed a serious makeover. It was in present tense. It was half-baked. It didn't really have an ending. The parts I wrote when I was drunk were embarrassingly obvious. One of the characters didn't even have a name yet.

The Triumph of Tonight

Fast forward to tonight. The stars have aligned, Mercury is in retrograde (or the other one, whatever is good), the coffee has been consumed, and I have finally finished. And by finished, I mean I've managed to wrangle all the pieces into place, and they actually fit! I've probably written close to 120,000, only to be left with a solid 77,000-word story. It's like carving a statue out of a massive block of marble. Now, all that's left is one final pass to set it all in stone. And his name ended up being Zakiel.

The Sweet Accomplishment

Few things in life have given me a greater sense of accomplishment than this journey. I did it by myself, for myself. It's been a wild ride, full of ups, downs, and plot twists, but I made it. It is my story, and I can't wait to share it with the world.