(Okay, so I may have just made up a word in the title of this post. If you wanted to write a commentary or documentary on a blog, then what would you call it??)
First, a little background. In case you’ve missed it, I’ve declared several times that I am starting to write my first book – like here, here, here, and here. (If you were already aware of that, then thanks for checking back with me!) I have no clue what to do, how to do it, or where to even start, so I had some meetings with a couple published authors.
I’ve been a little intimidated by the enormity of such a daunting task. So much so, that I still haven’t completely committed myself to it. I insist on saying things like, “I’m THINKING about MAYBE TRYING to write a novel.” I’m basically just running in place, even right now, by simply recapping posts that I’ve already written.
Anyway, once I stated my intentions, I heard from a lot of family and friends that they have had a very similar idea and to let them know how it goes. With that in mind, when I started to come to the realization that I would finally commit myself to writing a book, I also decided that it might be cool to write about the process itself and track my progress. Continue reading
Filed under Novel, Projects
(Author’s note: IMPORTANT! These stories are posted in reverse chronological order. Older stories should be read first by scrolling further down on the home page.)
On a bright, hot, suburban summer day, a group of neighborhood kids were playing street hockey in the middle of the road at the end of a cul-de-sac. Just as one of the older kids wound up to unleash a slapshot, a squeal shattered the quiet neighborhood and a loud, speeding, orange Dodge Charger fish-tailed almost uncontrollably around the corner at the other end of the street, sending the kids running for cover.
The car slowed down a bit as it neared the group of kids, and the driver waved out of the side window and smiled proudly. The kids all grinned as their heart rates started returning to normal. Two of the children waved back, acknowledging their father on his way home from work.
As the driver slowed and rounded the U-turn at the end of the street, he caught a glimpse of glaring eyes coming from a window of the neighboring house. After checking his mirrors before backing into his driveway, he glanced back to the window but there was nobody there to return his stare. The instance was a little unsettling and gave the driver a cold chill down his spine, but he managed to shake it off without too much effort or afterthought. Continue reading