On Wednesdays I usually post what I’m currently reading, but I haven’t really read anything in a few days. I also skipped blogging on both Monday and Tuesday, and now I wanna explain why my life has become such a disaster: I started writing again!
Now, I’m constantly writing something, be it blog posts or poetry, but before last week I hadn’t written any fiction in years. And all of a sudden I wrote 20+ pages in three days.
I’ve been planning a high fantasy novel for what feels like my entire life. It started out as the most ridiculous story ever, with elves and an evil queen and all of the tropes, then slowly morphed into something completely different: an idea I am extremely proud of. The main problem I had was that there were all these scenes in my head that I wanted to put into the story, but I had no idea how to connect them without completely ignoring the main plot. There are also two characters I knew were gonna end up together, but I never found a believable way to make them fall for each other without it being insta-love.
This weekend, all of that changed. I sat down and looked at all of the scenes I had written down, all the notes and small ideas, and then divided them by more or less when they would happen. This gave me a clear picture of the plot and the journey the characters were gonna go on, and I started putting it all in order, writing what day it would be next to each scene. After finishing up the plot for each day, I would go back to my notes and write down everything that was gonna happen the next day, and so on.
When I had the first few days figured out, I realised I could actually start writing, and something magical happened: I actually did it. I wrote. Three entire chapters in three days, over 14.000 words. I haven’t been this happy in years.
There were some problems, of course. For instance, I hadn’t written in an enternity, and it definitely showed. The first chapter started out with the worst sentences I’d ever written, descriptions that didn’t make any sense, way too much pointless info about the world thrown into a conversation – but it was something, at least. The next day I was already much better and re-wrote the beginning, and then changed it again on the third day, making it a little better each time. Another thing to keep in mind is that this is my first time writing fiction in English. When I was 12 I used to write lots of stories, but all of them were in German.
So, this post is sort of an apology for not having blogged in two days and a life update at the same time. Now I would love to hear from the writers out there. Has something like this ever happened to you? Did you stop writing and suddenly start again, completely out of the blue? And I would also love to know what your worst problems are when writing, and how you usually solve them.
I’m gonna go back to my story now, because I still have lots of world-building to do, and insta-love to avoid.
‘Till next time and happy reading!