write a book

It was so vivid and so interesting I’m thinking of turning it into a book. It is an extra idea on top of the last one I had 2 weeks ago.
Could it be that now when my brain has let the flow take it’s course with this one, ideas are pouring like tide on the beach?
I’m not complaining!!!! :)

Little pieces of a puzzle have been clicking inside my head for quite some time now. I didn’t know where it’s going to lead me nor how it’s going to look, which for a long time presented the ultimate source of frustration and discontent. But after the last few days of complete emotional turmoil (regarding something completely unrelated to this goal) – a gift. An idea. A start.

For now I’m just filled with resolve and relief… I would assume I’ll start writing soon. :)

It’s been a hard two days. Mainly because I’m going around in circles regarding one particular situation in my life. My thoughts are hectic, sometimes panicky, and totally out of my control. I feel I just need to write. Something…anything…. my thoughts need to become my friends again, they need to calm down. Writing always helped in the past, why shouldn’t it now?

I can’t stop and rest with this because the thoughts go back to orbiting like crazy. Just punching the keys one by one…it doesn’t even matter if it’s gonna make any sense or not… the purpose will be filled. .....pause….pause…pause…pause…pause…pause…pause…
What do I do? What would be the best thing to do? How can I do it with the least or no bad consequences? There needs to be the way… other people have done it….I can see them living normally around me…they even smile and laugh with friends over coffee…I can do it too… Figure a way to make it work…I’ll laugh about it when it passes ….50 years from now I’ll use it as a cute anecdote over family dinner, surrounded with my children and their children and maybe even their children too…. and I’ll draw it up for them as a nice lecture about the strength of human spirit in the face of adversity…. and my eyes will be filled with inner wisdom and strength that will have a calm glow….and no one will speak until I pause to sip my wine, mesmerized by the tone of my voice…..yes, that’s how it’s going to be 50 years from now…. I’ll giggle inside and think of myself silly for loosing my nerves when I did, and for being in panic when I was, for thinking this could bury me when it won’t, .... yes, that’s how it’ll be in 50 years time. I wish they were already here…

I’m still thinking about this one.
The idea of it seems to have a life of its own in my head.
It’s strange, before I go to bed, I can swear I hear a story forming. As if a character is emerging and trying to reach me. And, yet….every morning when I wake up, I don’t remember any detail….I just have the feeling….
Strange!
Never had that happen to me before.

I’ve discovered a great blog about writing a few days ago. Since then this goal has been constantly on my mind. “Maybe I CAN do it !”
It’s filled with tips and trick that really speak to a down to earth kind of gal I am.
For all that want to check it out here’s the address : http://www.floggingthequill.com

I don’t know why but, I always felt the need to do this. It never caught on a tide wave in my life though. Only occasional outbursts of inspiration on a certain topic. I never even attended a writing class, and I’m lousy at grammar and spelling.
So why on earth would I still want to do this??

I admit, I do fall for the fame and glory of a famous writer a little bit; and I love the idea of working on a flexible time schedule (I can already hear the disgruntled voice off all those professionals that swear writing is a “full time, 8 hour a day” kind of routine if you want to pursue it as a life career). But even more I always felt good when shaping my thoughts into words and seeing them affecting others in some way.

Since my first little story “The Duck and her Friends” (about a group of animals that quarrel about a typewriter, written when I was around 8-9 years old) and numerous novel beginnings I still don’t feel discouraged and want to give it a go.

School was the best time for me in that sense because I was so good at it. I had great imagination when I was given a subject to write about. Some even called it a fresh view of things. My essays were inspirational to most people and gave them something to think about.

I’m trying to get back to that state again. Enthusiastic and fresh. Interesting and unexpected. I find it much harder now that it’s all up to me to chose what I want to write about. Isn’t that weird?