Hi there. My name is Alana and I am a writer. Or at least, I’m trying to write a book. I made this blog to put down words (just one more word) in order to sort out messy thoughts tumbling through my head.
What’s up with the title — just one more word? Well, as I’ve been trying to write this book, I usually have a daily word count goal. During the tougher days when all I wanted to do was flee the keyboard, I’d chant to myself, “just one more word” until the story flowed out. It also refers to my incessant desire to say “just one more word” in my musings to you until I drive the point dead. Also who doesn’t have “just one more word” to say? Anyhow…
I’ve had this story (when does something turn into a novel?) in my head for around six years now (yikes) and started developing it five years ago, but only this year did I really start changing words to pages. Many pages, in fact! It’s a novel (?) in the Fantasy genre in a world that I made up. It all focuses on one young woman on an arduous quest to reclaim her spirit and, in the process, find out who she really is.
Writing is scary, but the scariest thing of all is pledging yourself to commitment of actually writing the book. You’re not just spouting out responses to writing prompts here and there, you are writing a book. It’s one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done. It’s scary to admit to myself, to others, to my dog–that I want and am trying to become an author! Yikes. Talk about vulnerability. Thoughts that goes through one’s head:
How dare you presume that you–of all people–can write a book?!
You must be pretty full of yourself to think you’ll succeed when so many have failed.
What if I fail? What if I fail? What if I fail? What if I fail? What if I fail? What if I fail?
This is garbage. Please let me light it on fire.
Maybe I can do this.
Why are you here? No clue. What can you expect? Ramblings with no goal and probably won’t go anywhere. However, if you can handle my griping and dramatic musings, we might have a little fun together.