Happy New Year, everyone!
With the passing of one year and the start of another, the big buzz on everyone’s lips/tweets/posts is RESOLUTIONS–who’s making them, who’s staunchly refusing to participate, who’s laughing at them. Personally, I’ve never been a big resolution person. At least, not a die-hard “write myself 7,000 sticky notes and post them everywhere I might look to remind me of the promise I made to myself” kind of resolution person.
I do, however, enjoy the occasional re-evaluation of goals and priorities, and that doesn’t only happen on December 31st. I had one such re-eval session for my writing life a few months back, and jotted down a loose schedule for the rest of 2014: work in progress draft completion date goal, editing goal, which book to work on next, etc. Yep, still have that note (okay, so maybe I am partial to sticky notes) hanging from my writing desk. But after a month or so I found I wasn’t making very good progress. Another month passed by with little improvement. The more I stared at those goals, the more stifling they felt. Worry began to settle in.
I was behind. I was letting myself down.
Wait, what? Goals are supposed to encourage, to propel us forward, not weigh us down!
And then I had this dream (go ahead, roll your eyes, but I swear it’s true) right before Thanksgiving about this girl in a strange land being saved by…wait for it…a giant golden dragon.
Giant. Golden. Dragon.
Right. I thought I’d finally cracked. Gone cuckoo. Jumped off the deep end. But the story wouldn’t leave me alone. It nagged at my subconscious, clawed at me day and night. So I sat down and typed up some thoughts on the story. Chewed on them for a day and then typed a little more. The next day when the blasted storyline crept into my head, I plunked down in front of my computer and decided to start writing the damn thing since it obviously wasn’t going to leave me alone until I proved that it wouldn’t work.
But to my amazement…it did. In fact it worked so well that I cranked out a 211 page first draft in just over a month. 211 pages of a paranormal romance I am absolutely in love with.
How was that possible? It wasn’t on my list of things to do, not on my schedule. And yet here it is, the first draft done, and it’s my best work yet. What happened?
Simple–passion drove the writing of this story. Not deadlines, not plans, not resolutions, but rather a passion for the story, for the characters, for the plot. I wrote this story for me, knowing if I loved it then so would many of you. Words can not describe how freeing it’s been to write with such reckless abandon, to put my concerns about “should be’s” and “could be’s” aside and let the story write itself.
The torch has been lit, one I hope to carry with me throughout the year. Does that mean I won’t stall down the road with another book, or stumble with a future (or past) storyline that’s fighting me every step of the way? Nope. But just like in golf, all it takes is one great tee shot a round to make me hungry for another. This new book is doing the same for my writing. I’m all in, I’m giddy with the feeling of accomplishment, and I’m dying to get this manuscript polished so I can share it with each and every one of you.
Passion–it’s what is driving my writing life in 2015. What’s driving you?